
SchrodingersDick
Better incel than jestermaxxing for scraps
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You remember last week when everybody on X had encountered something uncomfortable, and to most people, inexplicable - the poll showing women sexually preferred the untrained medium-bodyfat slob-looking guy over the jacked, low bf guy. Normies grappled with it, debated its cause fiercely, and cope and erroneous explanations ensued. Though some people did hit the nail on the head, overwhelmingly the responses were cope, incredulity, and accusing the girls of lying. All predictable.
(If anyone has the image, please post below.)
It’s happening again.
This poor, confused, lost, uninitiated soul is wondering why a girl was disappointed when she learned that what appeared to be a sign of quality genes at first glance was actually an artificial facsimile of good genes cultivated as part of a high-effort sexual strategy.
The sexes have their respective blind spots. Among others, the chief female blind spot is that they do not understand zero-sum sexual competition, and everything downstream of this is incomprehensible enigma to them. But men’s blind spot is that we don’t understand mate selection. We are not the selective sex. We don’t understand what it means to stare at an ocean of eggs, ALL of which are available to us, and to filter all this down to just one egg. We don’t have the mental mechanism to do this. “Grug want all eggs, Grug have all eggs”, thinks your monkey brain. Grug definitely ate breakfast this morning, why are you saying he didn’t? The girls have this mechanism, and it behooves them to be extremely discriminating. Levels of discrimination and discernment we can not fathom. Things like discriminating between identical traits based on their source.
Saying “yeah I lift” either with your words or with your physique communicates the following:
>”my musculature and aptitude for physical violence is an illusion crafted by countless hours in the gym as a elaborate sexual strategy to trick the girls into thinking that I’m hard to kill, so they will have sex with me. My fighting success is not a function of my genetics, and the instructions for it are not contained in my sperm. None of this is hereditary, or even real.”
You can see how this is pussy-drying for a creature best described as nature’s eugenics automaton.
The ultimate ick is just “any sexual strategy at all”.
So I leave you with this. If you are lifting, you ought to strive to maximize your perceived fighting success while still maintaining plausible deniability about its source. If your physique deviates too far from what is natural possible (as in, without lifting), or is too lean, it will be clear that it was cultivated artificially. You want mass, but also enough fat over top to just barely look like you don’t lift. Keep proportions in mind too, you can’t look uncanny or you’ll tip the girls off that something isn’t right here (you forgot to train neck).
(If anyone has the image, please post below.)
It’s happening again.
This poor, confused, lost, uninitiated soul is wondering why a girl was disappointed when she learned that what appeared to be a sign of quality genes at first glance was actually an artificial facsimile of good genes cultivated as part of a high-effort sexual strategy.
The sexes have their respective blind spots. Among others, the chief female blind spot is that they do not understand zero-sum sexual competition, and everything downstream of this is incomprehensible enigma to them. But men’s blind spot is that we don’t understand mate selection. We are not the selective sex. We don’t understand what it means to stare at an ocean of eggs, ALL of which are available to us, and to filter all this down to just one egg. We don’t have the mental mechanism to do this. “Grug want all eggs, Grug have all eggs”, thinks your monkey brain. Grug definitely ate breakfast this morning, why are you saying he didn’t? The girls have this mechanism, and it behooves them to be extremely discriminating. Levels of discrimination and discernment we can not fathom. Things like discriminating between identical traits based on their source.
Saying “yeah I lift” either with your words or with your physique communicates the following:
>”my musculature and aptitude for physical violence is an illusion crafted by countless hours in the gym as a elaborate sexual strategy to trick the girls into thinking that I’m hard to kill, so they will have sex with me. My fighting success is not a function of my genetics, and the instructions for it are not contained in my sperm. None of this is hereditary, or even real.”
You can see how this is pussy-drying for a creature best described as nature’s eugenics automaton.
The ultimate ick is just “any sexual strategy at all”.
So I leave you with this. If you are lifting, you ought to strive to maximize your perceived fighting success while still maintaining plausible deniability about its source. If your physique deviates too far from what is natural possible (as in, without lifting), or is too lean, it will be clear that it was cultivated artificially. You want mass, but also enough fat over top to just barely look like you don’t lift. Keep proportions in mind too, you can’t look uncanny or you’ll tip the girls off that something isn’t right here (you forgot to train neck).