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Playing on hypergamy

Unknown | 3:08 AM | 0 comments
Once you know how female tickers tick, it's not difficult to start them ticking. And it is those who are running cons of their own that are the most vulnerable to being conned:
With his wealth, glamorous lifestyle and friends in high places, Jonathan Price probably seemed too good to be true. Unfortunately for the women who fell for his charms, that�s exactly  what he was. The serial conman posed as a rich �sugar daddy� to trap a string of professional women and fleece them for tens of thousands of pounds....

He now faces jail after pleading guilty to fraud totalling �180,000 � leaving three women and their parents without their life savings. Price, from Darlington, told his unsuspecting targets that he had vast sums of money in offshore accounts and was suffering from terminal cancer.  His victims included Davina Ward, 32, who runs a florist business in Bournemouth, and Sarah Giles, 39, who worked as a manager at a gun retailer in London. His third victim, a high-flying executive in her 30s who cannot be named, became his wife and was pregnant with his child when he was arrested last May.
Notice how much attractive the one woman pictured is in comparison with the fat, older con man.  The "terminal cancer" was a particularly nice touch; all three women no doubt assumed that they'd only have to grit their teeth and suffer his attentions for a year or so, after which time they'd be set for life.

It's also significant that all three women were relatively ambitious and successful.  The more materialistic a woman is, the easier it is to play her without even trying.  Intelligence is no defense, because the combination of high IQ and materialism only means that her rationalization hamster is going to be that much more capable of producing credible excuses for any perceived inconsistencies between the desired perception and the reality.

I was at a nightclub in Roppongi one night after a female friend had happened to stick a shiny woman's circular broach in my jacket lapel earlier that evening.  I have no idea why she did that; alcohol was involved.  I didn't care, I just left it there. Now, this right around the time that the Billionaire Boys Club was in the news due to the murder trial and the TV miniseries, so when a women in the club came up to me and asked what the thing in my lapel was, I said it was a BBC pin.

"BBC, like, in England?"
"No, Billionaire Boys Club.  It's just this investment thing."

The response was like getting hit by a tidal wave of pretty young women.  My two friends were just about dying with laughter, but they were top-flight wingmen; they took the ball and ran with it.  Now, keep in mind that the Billionaire Boys Club was a) a notorious Ponzi scheme, b) defunct, and c) already exposed in every possible way by the mainstream media.  No matter.  It was something that these women had vaguely heard of as having something to do with fame and money, and it amounted to setting off some sort of nuclear tingle bomb.

Lesson: a man doesn't have to be rich for women to believe that he is a rich man and respond accordingly.  Those who desperately want to believe something will believe everything that supports the desired story and ignore everything that contradicts it.  And those who say a woman "is only attracted to a man for his wealth" are failing to recognize they are expressing a tautology, because women are very sexually attracted to wealth, or rather, the perception of it.

Be careful who you call

Unknown | 5:50 AM | 0 comments
He just might show his cards:
To what extend are bright women opting to have black babies rather that pursue education? You're claiming these are "low quality" women. That is NOT obvious.

Along with thousands of other variables, NLSY97 contains information on respondents' sexual partners, including race. What do we find when we compare white females who report black sexual partners to those who don't?

The former are fatter (mean BMI: 27.8 vs. 25.4), dumber (median ASVAB math/verbal percentile: 52.2 vs. 61.1).... Those with mulatto children are even fatter (mean BMI: 29), dumber (median ASVAB math/verbal percentile: 45.9).

Looking at data from the National Longitudinal Study of Adolescent Health (Add Health), which followed a different cohort, results are similar. White females who have ever had a black sexual partner are fatter (mean BMI: 28.8 vs. 26.2) and less intelligent (median ADD HEALTH Picture Vocabulary Test score: 99 vs. 105).
Sometimes, appealing to science to refute the evidence of your lying eyes only serves to make the observable facts all the more uncomfortably stark.  And, as Roissy noted, "It�s fair to say the whole media industrial complex portrays the exact opposite of reality." I know, it's got to be terribly shocking to discover that Sex and the City lied and handsome black doctors don't actually tend to pair up with gawky red-headed lesbian lawyers, still less beautiful and sophisticated blondes with advanced degrees.

As the theory of Game would indicate, some people make use of race as a means of boosting their relative attractiveness just as they utilize any other personal attribute.  (Fewer, actually, than one would tend to expect.) A fat, stupid, personality-challenged white girl can use her race to attract a better-looking black man just as a tall white nerd with no Game can use his to attract a better-looking Asian woman.  It's a logical tactic given the different sexual values people put on the various races, the potential dysgenic effects on society notwithstanding.

Primeval Game

Unknown | 4:30 AM | 0 comments
"A kind of friendliness had grown up between Fern-flower and me. Nothing too intimate: I had never dared touch her. But we had long talks. Or rather, she told me all sorts of things about her life; in my fear of giving myself away, of making her suspect my identity, I stuck always to generalities. Fern-flower told me her dreams: �Last night I saw this enormous Dinosaur, terrifying, breathing smoke from his nostrils. He came closer, grabbed me by the nape, and carried me off. He wanted to eat me alive. It was a terrible dream, simply terrible, but � isn�t this odd? � I wasn�t the least frightened. No, I don�t know how to say it � I liked him ��

That dream should have made me understand many things and especially one thing: that Fern-flower desired nothing more than to be assaulted. This was the moment for me to embrace her. But the Dinosaur they imagined was too different from the Dinosaur I was, and this thought made me even more different and timid. In other words, I missed a good opportunity."

- Italo Calvino, "The Dinosaurs", Cosmicomics, 1965

The basic mechanics that underlie Game are nothing new. Women have hungered to be assaulted and possessed, seduced and overcome, embraced and swept away, mastered and dominated, for the entirety of their existence.  It is a structural desire; it is a part of who they are.

However, the feminist denial of that female desire is intellectual, (in the technical sense, anyhow, as it's obviously not very intelligent), and therefore an intellectual refutation of that denial is necessary. The science-based aspects of that refutation are an important part of what is now known as Game.  But what this selection from a classic Calvino story shows, and what the critics of Game fail to grasp, is that their contentions are only opposed by some of the sharper minds of the present, but by the greatest minds of the past as well.

It also shows that the gamma male mentality has been the primary character perspective in science fiction and fantasy for a very long time; it didn't begin with Neal Stephenson and Jim Butcher.

"�You know something? Last night I dreamed that a Dinosaur was to go past my house,� Fern-flower said to me, �a magnificent Dinosaur, a Prince or a King of Dinosaurs. I made myself pretty, I put a ribbon on my head, and I leaned out of the window. I tried to attract the Dinosaur�s attention, I bowed to him, but he didn�t even seem to notice me, didn�t even deign to glance at me ��

This dream furnished me with a new key to the understanding of Fern-flower�s attitude towards me: the young creature had mistaken my shyness for disdainful pride. Now, when I recall it, I realize that all I had to do was maintain that attitude a little longer, make a show of haughty detachment, and I would have won her completely. Instead, the revelation so moved me that I threw myself at her feet, tears in my eyes, and said: �No, no, Fern-flower, it�s not the way you think; you�re better than any Dinosaur, a hundred times better, and I feel so inferior to you ��


Fern-flower stiffened, took a step backwards. �What are you saying?� This wasn�t what she expected: she was upset, and she found the scene a bit distasteful. I understood this too late; I hastily recovered myself, but a feeling of uneasiness now weighed heavily between us."

Love vs Hypergamy

Unknown | 12:44 PM | 0 comments
One tends to suspect that the latter will win out in this particular case:
�I�m recently engaged to the most honest, thoughtful, and loving man I�ve ever met. He has supported me through many hard times, including losing my job and being assaulted. Here�s the but about him: He makes no money. He has ambitions, and he�s smart, but will likely only bring a middle-class income at best. I have an OK job and I�m self-sufficient. Now here�s the but about me: I�m really, really pretty. My whole life people have told me I could get any man I want, meaning a rich man, and are shocked that I�m engaged to my fianc�, nice though he is. I�ve never dated a rich man, but it does make me curious. So part of me thinks I�m squandering my good looks on this poor man, and the other part of me thinks that I�m so shallow that I don�t even deserve him or anyone else. Am I a fool for thinking that a poor man can make me happy, or an idiot for believing a sexist fantasy?�
The important thing to note here is not the shameless hypergamy or the expectation that looks intrinsically merit money, but rather, the fact that women can, and do, make a choice to surmount their baser motivations.  The practitioners of Game who dismiss all women as helpless biological automatons are as wrong to do so as the naysayers of Game are to deny the biological and sociological drives that men with Game exploit so successfully.

Civilizationists should not only advocate Game for men, but the rational control of the hypergamous instinct for women.  One might dismiss this pretty woman as shallow, but in truth, she is showing more self-awareness than the average woman does.  And it should also make it obvious that although women grasp the concepts of gratitude and obligation, they don't tend to view them as binding in the male sense of the terms.

Why you don't have a wife/girlfriend

Unknown | 12:52 AM | 0 comments
1.  You are too passive.  Women respond to men who are aggressive, to men who are predators.  Waiting for "the right moment" to ask a woman out is just another way to describe being afraid to pursue.  Those who don't chase will seldom catch; stop basing your intersexual relations strategy on science fiction novels written by overweight gamma males.

2.  You overrate yourself.  If you are an overweight, balding man of average income, or a gangly, pimply student at a state university, neither supermodels nor 8+ women are going to be interested in you.  They are elite and you are not. They have much better options than you and Game is not magic.  Game will give you two points more range, not five.  You don't have standards to be lowered, you have delusions to abandon.  If you're an average man, you should pursue an average woman.

3. You are too eager or desperate.  Relax.  Not having had a wife or girlfriend hasn't killed you yet, so it's not going to kill you in the future.  Women like men with options, so don't act as if you don't have any.  You do.  You always do.

4. You pursue inappropriate women.  If you're always trying to save sluts or white knight for women with bad men, you're failing to recognize that those women are right where they want to be.  That "poor little innocent me, I'm so unlucky" spiel is something that all of those women tell everyone they come across and it's not real.  The fact that she gets cheated on by the thug with the tattooed face is no more surprising than the fact that she won't let you rescue her from him.  She doesn't want to be rescued, she just wants an audience.

5. You're holding out for someone better.  That's fine, but if you've been holding out for more than five years without finding anyone, you should probably consider the possibility that number two applies.

6. You can't decide. Look, women are like any other aspect of life.  You make your choices and you take your chances. A giant green arrow is not going to one day appear from the sky, pointing at the head of a pretty, but shy girl, accompanied by trumpets and a voice declaiming "She, my good man, is The One!"  Get advice from men and women you trust, pray about it, consider both head and heart, then roll the dice.

7. You're afraid things might go wrong.  It's true, they might. On the other hand, living life by this logic would keep you out of showers and automobiles. Life can be reasonably characterized, if one is inclined towards the pessimistic perspective, as a series of disappointments interrupted occasionally by disasters. But that is true no matter who you are.
 
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