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Solipsistic in HereIf you ever wanted a glimpse into the thinking of today’s woman, a glimpse into what single men have to choose from, a glimpse into what turned PUAs and MRAs into what they are, I present to you Lauren Martin, and her article from the Feminist Scriptures:

Why Women Need To Start Asking Men Out…Because Men Have No Balls

http://elitedaily.com/dating/men-pssies-women-need-start-asking-men-dates/746965/

There are just too many buckets of solipsistic gold in that article to miss, but I want to highlight a few of my favorite warpings of reality from this woman.

In her introduction she describes her disappointment in today’s men, and paints a picture of unyielding strong-women-weak-menbleakness for any girl hoping to live her dream:

Ladies, it’s been said before, but I’ll say it again: They just don’t make ‘em like they used to.

There’s no door-holding, no hand-holding and definitely no free drinks. There’s no taking off hats or courting through invitations. There are no smooth moves, no jackets to dinner. There are no flowers, no tables by candlelight. But, most importantly, there are no dates.

After too many nights spent in bars and one too many phone numbers given out, you’ve probably realized the sad truth of the situation. You’re not going on any dates or being courted in any type of manner because, unfortunately, men these days are cowards.

Funny how she completely displays her lack of understanding of the male psyche. No true man is a coward. It does not, and obviously will not, occur to her that today’s woman is no prize. There’s nothing there to be won. Men aren’t afraid to pursue….it’s that the end goal simply isn’t worth any pursuit. Not beyond a pump and dump. She continues on in her solipsistic brilliance to prove why.

Well — to be fair here — not all men, but a lot of them.

We’re dealing with a new breed of men here and it’s not the kind we grew up dreaming about. It’s the want-what-I-want-but-don’t-know-how-to-get-it type; it’s the sweet and cuddly mama’s boys who grow up terrified of making the first move; it’s the guys who have so much to say but don’t know how to say it.

Not really, no. It’s the men who grew up under Title IX, men who’ve watched other men get Divorced Raped over and over again, men watching the False Rape Accusation circus, feeling the ball crushing truths of being forced to take the Red Pill, the Death of the Nice Guy, men observing the brain crunching illogical fallacy named ‘The Slutwalk‘ and men who have been Divorce_Cakes_6cruelly exposed to the true nature of women. These men do indeed know how to say what they mean….and what they mean is, “no thanks.”

Now, the unfortunate paradox for a woman is that she must be the chased and the chaser. She must be the target and the shooter. She must play coy and simultaneously pursue him.

Anyone notice the problem here? Yet again, women are left to do all the work. We’re left playing both sides of the game because they’ve simply forgotten how to play.

It stems from a number of factors, but most prominently from the fact that men don’t know what the hell they want from us. They want the virgin and the whore. The want the slut and the good girl. They want the girl who’s hard to get, but they don’t know how to get her.

Because they don’t know what they want, they end up chasing nothing. It’s the dilemma of the overcrowded buffet. There are too many options so they choose an empty plate… or something they don’t even like to begin with.SONY DSC

This leaves women making all the moves. We must tell them what they want if we’re to get anywhere close to the goals we had for ourselves. But it will never be as we fully imagined because, in our dreams, men weren’t timid or scared little boys; in our dreams, men are the ones with the balls to ask us out.

Oh, poor women. They have to be the burden bearers, the risk takers, the decisions makers, the Lions and the Lambs, because us silly men are just scared little boys. Except we aren’t. To quote Judgy Bitch:

Of the 2977 people killed on September 11th, 2001, 414 were NYC emergency personnel who responded to the attack. 341 firefighters, 60 police officers, 8 EMTs and 3 court officers.

Two of those responders were women. The other 412 were men.

Full article here.

The unflappable Ms. Martin then goes on to tell us exactly what is to blame for the current sorry state of men.

They’re scared of you

They’ll never admit it, but you scare the hell out of them. After years of social conditioning, we’ve been duped into thinking that men are the strong ones; that they are the leaders, the protectors and the fighters; that they are the ones that see what they want and go after it.

Well, TV lied to you. Men aren’t these masculine displays of strength and perseverance.

Men are shy, timid and scared sh*tless of any woman with half a brain.

That’s pretty much what it takes to believe that, half a brain. Men have more fear? Incorrect. Women have less value. But she continues.

They got it from their mamasMamasBoy2

Why are men like this? Well, for years they’ve been raised by their mamas, the women who told them they were the best thing God created on this earth. For years, they’ve been given everything on a silver platter — up until the end of college when they were picking up women who just threw up their jungle juice.

Can’t you just smell the cauldron of irony? This coming from a culture that has spent countless ergs of energy championing and supporting single motherhood in spite of the fact that there is overwhelming evidence that children of single mothers do worse in life. But there’s more.

They think there’s always someone better

In the society in which we live today, with Gigi Hadid and Miranda Kerr’s Instagrams readily accessible, women have got a lot to compete with. Fortunately, we’re competing with women these men will never have a shot with. Unfortunately, these men don’t seem to know this.

This is just pure textbook projection. Checkout Exhibit A.

They never grew up

Immature WomenIn a sad, but not all that surprising, report by Nickelodeon UK, men are 11 years behind women in maturity. While women reach maturation by 32, men aren’t fully matured until 43. While this study garnered much attention, women everywhere were less than surprised. Didn’t we already know this?

Men never grow up, hmmm? I’ll just let these gifs right here deal with that. And her conclusion is that the current low rates of marriage are again, the sole fault of males:

To add insult to the few dates you have yet to be asked on, men are also getting married less than ever before. According to a study by Pew Research Center, only 26 percent of Generation-Y is married.

Compared to the 48 percent of our parents at this age, there’s no denying that men just don’t have their sh*t together.

Right, right, because it’s clearly men that are delaying marriage these days. Oh wait.

But the pièce de résistance of this whole piece? The fact that Ms. Martin has failed at everything she’s touched:

LAUREN MARTIN

Lauren “LMoney” Martin grew up with one goal: to be the first woman engineer. Upon finding out there already were women engineers, and unable to pass Calc 1, she chose to study the beautiful and honorable art of advertising. After advertising proved uninspiring, she attempted a career in acting which was over before she could get on stage. And when she failed at everything else she decided to become a writer.

Yes, those lousy men. Too bad they just can’t get their crap together. Even though she has money in her nickname, and she can’t seem to generate any of her own. Even though, as Rollo tweeted today, all the richest women in the world got their wealth from men. That’s right, the Strong and Independent Woman makes money the old fashioned way….she marries into it. Or divorces into it. Or just inherits it. No work involved but the paperwork when you have a vagina.

If women are still wondering why they can’t get married, they should take a good look at Ms. Martin’s expressed thoughts. Men have to pay even if there’s just an engagement, and this is what’s waiting for you, you lucky man! I can’t understand why today’s man would be eschewing marriage, when even so-called Christian woman are rewriting the Bible to make sluthood a virtuous and holy thing. All men today have to look forward to is a washed up carousel rider who’s counting on your income, present and future, to support her while she blames you for every ill in the world. No virtue, no focus on family, delaying marriage, delaying motherhood, hateful attitudes towards men and a totally hostile court system to enforce her every accusation against you with no proof necessary other than her word.

You’ve come a long way, baby.Strong IND 3Strong IND 2

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God Loves SlutsHas to be this one(Dalrock did a post on it, and I commented extensively there, but I thought I’d add my two cents in a post of my own), where losing virginity outside of marriage is now a new way to experience God’s love:

http://www.thefrisky.com/2014-09-09/girl-talk-what-losing-my-virginity-taught-me-about-faith/

What is just astounding in that entire post is the language, and the Female Hamster in Turbo Overdrive. There should no longer be any doubt among Manospherians that females have the ability to rationalize anything, ANYTHING, and justify their behavior by their emotions. HAMSTERAnd have no qualms in twisting, warping, or downright ignoring clear scripture to do so. There is no upper limit to the Hypergamy Hamster.

 

 

BUT WHAT JUMPS OUT MOST AT ME WAS WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU REVERSE THE GENDER OF THE AUTHOR.

Let’s look at some passages that she wrote, verbatim, altering them only to seem as if a man had written them:

When I started dating my then-girlfriend, a lapsed Catholic, I hadn’t been to church in over a year, though I still made an effort to pray and study the Bible. My new job was at a church ministry where I disagreed with the leadership’s theology. Proponents of the purity movement would say that I was falling away from the faith and that’s why I started fooling around with women. I no longer had a deep connection with Christ that I was supposed to have, which made me vulnerable to the manipulations of The World.

But this wasn’t my case at all, and the flattening of such a narrative does a disservice to the complexity of faith. Losing my virginity wasn’t the end result of falling away from my faith – it was the beginning of a renewal, of learning to love God and my neighbors more deeply and fully than ever before.

HAH. Can you see a guy justifying his promiscuity in this way and still punching his Christian Card? There’s more:

This also isn’t a conversion story of how losing my virginity made me realize how far away I’d fallen and now I’m chastened, back on the straight-and-narrow and celibate. I’m not celibate and I’m dating around. And I’m a Christian whose faith, at this point, is probably stronger than at any point in my younger years. And I know that this faith, this commitment, wouldn’t have been possible had I not actively made the decision to give up on purity.

Purity, for me and for many men, became a distraction from the Gospel. In evangelicalism, purity is so closely tied to a salvation message that loss of purity is necessarily painted as a loss of faith – and this leaves many men wondering what happens if they do make the decision to have sex, even if it’s in the “right” circumstances. Learning to have sex without shame often creates a crisis of faith because we’re told for years and years that sex is shameful, scary and not something men should want.

HAHAHAH! Keeping it in mah pants was a distraction from the Gospel, so gettin’ my rocks off and forgetting about that whole ‘no fornication’ thing sure did increase mah faith! But here’s the cherry(HUGE punnage intended) on top of it all:

For me, making the decision to have sex without shame, to own that part of myself and to make those decisions, has only improved my faith and my understanding of God’s love. Sex liberated me from my puritanical judgment and strict ideas about what’s right and wrong. It taught me to meet people where they are – just as Jesus did – and in that way, it became a different kind of sacrament. I judge people less now. I don’t wrap my faith up in whether or not I’m performing the rules in the right way. And I understand God’s love for God’s people on a deeper, more personal level than ever before.

Losing my virginity outside of a marriage relationship taught me how to be a better person and a better Christian. It challenged my presuppositions about what sexual health looks like, and brought into stark relief the gaps in my education about ethics and holiness. Sex, in this way, can be a sacrament, a movement toward understanding God, a form of holiness experienced in a deep, mystical way. Sex can be holy, whether or not you have a ring on your finger.

 

Lot. About to make some BABIES!

Lot. About to make some BABIES!

I don’t understand. Why can’t men make this same argument?

http://www.nbcnews.com/id/21888916/ns/us_news-faith/t/megachurch-leader-mega-sized-sex-scandal/#.VBCvJqfF_3o

http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2009/07/former_word_of_life_youth_mini.html

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/20/jack-schaap-sentenced-ind_n_2918139.html

http://www.yuricareport.com/Dominionism/HowHaggardWasFiredAndWhy.html

http://www.vice.com/en_ca/read/i-watched-art-school-steal-my-friends-virginity

http://restoringsexualpurity.org/the-sexually-addicted-minister/

I’ll ask it again…..why isn’t this a beautiful, deeply spiritual, Gospel-enhancing experience if men do it? If Jesus made love to Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary Salome, Martha(Lazarus’ brother) and all the other women that followed Him, He’s still just as much the Savior, right? Sluts say Yes

katarina-kroslakova-49687Here is the original article:

Quit Hitting on Me and Help Me Out

In it, we see Katarina Kroslakova expressing her frustrations at the various male “peacocks” she finds on the 6am flights that are a regular part of her work schedule. And how their constant attempts at picking her up are both simultaneously esteem boosting and pathetic. She then goes on to describe her fascination with the apparent obituary reading over Chivalry:

Has anyone ever helped pop my bag up into the overhead compartment? Nope. Have I seen any other woman helped? Nope. This week, an engineer in his 50s just stood there in the aisle, his hands clasped, as I played Olympic weight-lifting with my suitcase right in front of him. Just stood there, looking intently at the sticky carpet. Probably afraid to chip a nail or something. Has the women’s liberation movement really scared the bejesus out of men this much? When did it become chivalrous to steadfastly look away and not bother to help? If a 6am flight is anything to go by, you’d think the concept of a gentleman was well and truly dead. I promise you, I won’t get angry or defensive or give you attitude, I’ll in fact be super-grateful and flash you an extra-big smile despite the lack of sleep. Which brings me to the final dismount. Even before the seatbelt sign goes off, the jackets get put on, the suitcases get territorially placed in the aisle, and the competitive rush to get off that plane begins. Of course, I’m left to struggle with my own bag. It’s not that I expect help, it’s just the harshness of it all I find a bit surprising. Unless your carry-on luggage contains an esky full of kidneys, I actually don’t think your meeting is more important than mine. And yet, I’m fascinated by this morning microcosm of high society.

My favorite Manosphere responses have been from Dalrock:

chivalry_is_dead_by_joeynwhite-d5wikwx“Articles like the above are interesting not because the author is so stuck in her own head she can’t see how absurd her childish demands are, but that her editor didn’t see the problem either.  It is also worth noting that Ms. Kroslakova’s problem isn’t that men are afraid of being useful to her, or even that this is a movement designed to teach women a lesson.  Her problem is that this is the entirely foreseeable cultural change feminists like her have been championing.”

And from Vox:

“Chivalry is dead, ladies. You killed it. It’s dead. You can vote and you can work and you can divorce now,  so shut the hell up and stop expecting men to protect you, provide for you, or even bothering to lift a finger for you. You wanted “equality” and you got it. As Instapundit correctly noted: ‘Chivalry was a system, which imposed behavioral obligations on women as well as on men. Women were happy to cast their obligations off, yet seem perennially surprised that men haven’t stayed exactly the same.‘ Ray Rice is the perfect image of equality in action. Based on the police summons of both the Baltimore running back and his fiance, his fiance hit him and Rice promptly hit her right back.

Is that what feminists wanted? Because that’s what they got, and they damn well deserve it too. Ideologies have consequences.

…be sure to read the comments as well. I co-sign almost every comment on Vox’s post.

My take on it is this:

make_me_sandwich2As I explained in more detail here, men will always respond to lines, rules, boundaries, honor, codes, and fair competition, and we desire more than anything else to understand the rules of the game that we’re playing. Well, here’s the answer. This is the situation that modern Feminism has created:

I am female. Whether girl or woman, chronologically or psychologically immature and undeveloped, or well into maturity, broken, damaged or whole, I deserve respect because of what I am….not because of what I do or do not do. I am your equal in every way, except when it comes to taking responsibility for my life, as I reserve the right of Universal Victim Status, to be invoked at any time. I have the right to use every natural, legal, and social advantage that I have to make my life better, especially at your expense, but males cannot use any of theirs, because anything that benefits a man is by definition oppression against women and misogynistic. I have identified Patriarchy as the source of all ills in my life, and since men are the problem, my solution is….to become more like them. I therefore will eschew all natural and social expectations of femininity and embrace aggressiveness, poor manners, questionable hygiene, butch haircuts, course language, and the freedom to have as many sexual encounters as I like, because men get to do it. And any opinion of my sexual choices, and any consequences thereof, shall be shouted down with a rousing chorus of the Female National Anthem, Don’t Judge Me. Finally all available resources belong to me by birthright, therefore the Federal, State, and Local Governments shall create extensive programs to help me succeed in life, to be funded primarily by male tax dollars, regardless of my own choices in the matter, and any man that accepts the legal status of husband relinquishes all rights to any resources in the marriage to me, in perpetuity, and yet I may always adopt the title of StrongIndependentWomanTM.

girlpower2Did you catch all that? Let me chart it out for you:

NEW

 GENDER

 REALITY

Women
Men
 
 TRAITS Advantage
Physical Strength Weaker, can use Stronger, cannot use Women
Verbal Strength Stronger, can use Weaker, cannot use Women
Sexual Strength Stronger, can use Weaker, cannot use Women
Economic Strength Equal to greater, can use Equal to weaker, cannot use Women
Social Strength Stronger, can use Weaker, can use only if Game Women
Legal Strength Stronger, can use Almost nonexistent, cannot use Women
Parent Strength Stronger, can use Almost nonexistent, cannot use Women
Marital/Divorce Stronger, can use Almost nonexistent, cannot use Women

Can you see it? This is the new Feministic definition of “equality.” And yet you’ve got a pretentious Wall Creeping privileged Femiphyte like Katarina Kroslakova, complaining about CHIVALRY, while clearly taking full advantage of this new Gender Reality system by retaining her “maiden” name(a long outdated term) 794061-michael-smith-and-katarina-kroslakovawhile enjoying her husband’s resources, and yet still complaining about married life:

Needless to say, I didn’t change my name to Katarina, um, Smith. Then, less than three months after our wedding, Michael went away to film a documentary. In Mogadishu, Somalia. With no communication options. The day he flew out, my car got flooded and written off. Problems piled up. 

I doubt there is a chapter called “Dealing with Disruptive Events” in the Marriage for Dummies book. There should be, as that cozy little bubble bursts pretty quickly. Even within the first year of marriage, the age-old saying of what first attracts you later drives you mad will ring true. Six years ago I loved Michael’s vocabulary. As a journalist, I found that very attractive. He’s “Mr Big” in my phone, as a Sex and the City reference to his command of the English language. Now, if he gratuitously shoves an avoidable big word into a conversation, I simply raise a single eyebrow. Six years ago I loved our constantly exciting life of launches, lunches, dinners, dates, functions, flights. Now, I crave cheap Thai takeaway and a Bridesmaids DVD. But what marriage does is transform your relationship from that intense, mad whirlwind into your lovely, unique version of what romance and partnership is. 

This year for Valentine’s Day, we ate takeaway fish and chips in the park across the street. Just him and me, perched on the pavement, greasy paper on our good clothes, sticky slippery fingers holding on to plastic cups of white wine. For this week’s first – paper – anniversary, I was given Tom Ford stilettos and Michael a bottle of Grange. Wrapped up in paper, sure. I’m only a baby in marriage years, but I’ve learnt a lot. When I read about Hollywood stars describing how hard they worked on their marriage, I thought, “You’re so full of it”. Now I find myself on the same bandwagon. So, do I have any marriage secrets? Don’t play guessing games – help the dude out and say what you want. Subtlety is overrated. Don’t pick his clothes up off the floor. He will run out of clean underwear eventually and find the laundry basket. Get a regular cleaner. It’s the best $50 you’ll ever spend. Buy a cookbook with dishes that are full of flavour and simple to prepare. Nigella Lawson has made me seem like a culinary genius. Say thank you a lot, and say you’re proud of each other’s achievements. Pick up each other from the airport. Get a strong support network. A quick whinge to your mum or girlfriend can be most soothing: “I know, men are such total bastards!” Do I have any advice for men? Pick up your crap off the floor, buy flowers and tell your missus she looks beautiful every single day.

Chivalry is not only deservedly dead, but the day is coming when enough men will finally see that a reckoning is long overdue.

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