It's insane to me how women will gleefully degrade themselves like this--taking cock after cock--but only with the upper strata of men. It's as though they acknowledge they're little more than whores, one of the most contemptible occupations imaginable--but somehow still above us icky incels.
For all of the pearl-clutching moralizing one hears about about incels, you'd think women would have the smallest shred of magnanimity and show (at the bare minimum) a male of their caliber just an inkling of attention instead of Chad. I have a pet theory that if women began to date downward, or their level at minimum, all of the non-issues they constantly cry about would disappear overnight. What is it that we've asked for? Love, companionship, and the experience of sexual intimacy don't seem to me as though they're extraordinary demands in any sense. The need for sexual engagement is a base instinct, no more than the need for food or belonging amongst one's fellow humans. You rarely see someone friendless met with quite as much vituperation as a sexless man; while the former is pitiable at the worst, the latter might as well be the mark of the beast at best.
Women will whine and bare their teeth at the notion of slut-shaming but fail to realize that it is the logical outcome of sexual repression on a large scale. Slut-shaming is the projection of the far more torturous helplessness they will never feel, the thirst for their recognition we cannot quench. The poor man disparages the wealthy because he is unable to taste the fruits that are withheld by another man's greed; likewise, slut-shaming has become a similar social sanction that channels the resentment of the unloved into a vehicle for change. Somehow women haven't gotten (or acknowledged) the memo, which is either testament to their profound stupidity, or their ingenious shiftiness. Fascinatingly, women are quite collectivist in all other walks of life, but when it comes to the Économie Sexuelle women become rabid individualists of the Manchester variety.
Easing our suffering isn't as important as social capital, didn't y'know? Ho-hum.
