A Partial Explanation of Zoomer Girl Derangement
Women are not okay; some Thoughts on Thots — exploring Traps designed along the path to Womanhood
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Pro-anorexia spaces are entirely defiant of normative male sexual preferences. Starving yourself to appeal to purely feminine aesthetic preferences – cuteness, daintiness, girliness – at the cost of your fuckability; starving yourself to desex yourself, to free yourself of the male gaze, is a liberatory act. It is certainly far more feminist than fattening yourself and then demanding that men find you appealing, as the body-positive activists often do. Anorexia is a complex mental illness, and women develop it for a variety of reasons, but part of its allure stems from its ability to provide young women an aesthetic alternative, a way of being beautiful but entirely invisible to men
And though it is fashionable to despise male attention, women can’t help but secretly desire it. A lack of attention is a death sentence. Most women would rather be sexually harassed than ignored. In every complaint about male sexual attention lies a (not-so) secret brag. With the mainstreaming of feminist discourses, this is the primary way women can brag about their desirability; explicitly admitting a desire for male attention is the greatest taboo. The only thing worse than male attention, is no male attention at all
The Primary Obstacle to Sex Is Female Goonism Not Male Competition
Women have devolved into Goblins: Sterile, overworked entities masturbating in Goon Caves
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Imagine your first encounter with a goblin-mode GoonQueen: You step into the dimly-lit studio apartment, greeted by the single bookshelf containing every season of Doctor Who and affiliated merchandise. A single mattress on the floor, its sheets haven’t been washed in months. She sits next to you, her breath smelling of hydrogenated canola oil and high fructose corn syrup. She slides her trusty purple dildo out from under some magazines and murmurs: “I won’t be needing this bad boy tonight.” You are in the den of a FemGooner. You are in grave danger. As you undress each other, you pull out your favorite brand of condom, but she says: “it’s okay, I’m on the pill.” You’re freaked out enough to insist on the condom, but not enough to flee this hovel into the light of Christ.
The real challenge of relationships in the current year is pulling women out of their ramen noodle, Netflix, dildo Goon Cave and submitting them to reproductive use. You’re dragging her out of Plato’s Goon cave and up the Divided Line. A Femoid Goblin Coomer with a bronze soul can never be a gold soul trad Waifu. However, as a post-apocalyptic pragmatic scrapper you can repurpose a Goblin Gooner Girl into a halfway-acceptable Basic Bitch. It won't be the relationship that your grandparents had, but in today's day and age bi-weekly Instagram camel toe posting is considered conservative. Be realistic about the situation. Her body is not a temple; it's a World Trade Center. You're not her first; you're her second airplane. Regardless of what anyone says, it's not your fault. She was already rigged for demolition by Mossad. You're just doing the best with the cards you were dealt.
Men Only Want One Thing And It’s Disgusting
3,311 words From a very early age, certainly long before reaching puberty or understanding the mechanics of human reproduction, I had ample opportunities for observing women’s desire to be attractive to men. It was hard to miss, even for a child. Department stores featured long counters packed...
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Indeed, there may even be such a thing as third order desire. I liked the look of that young woman when I first encountered her and, as Kojève would have put it, I also desired her desire: that is, I hoped she might like me back. But I also desired her to desire my desire. In ordinary language: I expected her to take pleasure in being found attractive. And here, based on all my observations of female behavior since childhood, I did not have too many worries: if there was one thing a man could rely on, I believed, it was that women enjoy being admired. But I found out otherwise.
Absent disturbingly drastic measures, what girls want, girls will get. And what girls want tends to destroy the family, society, and civilization.
Women are hypergamous, and very young girls are very hypergamous. If you don’t have money, charisma, and substantial and obvious adult female preselection, you are invisible to them. You should not conclude from your own invisibility that they are not into sex. Plot line of “Cinderella”: He is a prince, he is rich, and older higher status females want him.
At age eleven or so they lose interest in Cinderella’s prince, and become interested in music stars, but the difference between a moderately successful rock musician and Cinderella’s prince is insignificant. Both exemplify preselection and status. Both are essence of hypergamy.
