Welcome to the Year of Our Lord, 2024.

It’s been a minute since I’ve wrote something. When your life is going along pretty good, there’s not much to say, I guess.

Around New Year’s though, apparently a Trad broad decided to bake a cake and post it on the internet….

The whole thing blew up, probably went viral, and from what I saw and what I could remember, it pissed a lot of people off.

Some guys were pissed because she has huge boobs and was wearing a tight fitted shirt, but hey, she had her Jesus cross on. And since you couldn’t see any actual cleavage, I guess that makes a tit/cake video wholesome.

Personally for me, I like boobs. Her boobs were nice. What I didn’t like was her and her cronies shaming men for acting like men. You show me a set of tits, I’m going to stare. I might even comment on them too, it really depends on the context. What ended up happening was something that I clearly remember from my high school and college days. It was a variation of “Men are pigs! Men are disgusting! How dare you!”

Well lady, you put them out there, literally front and center. What the fuck was I supposed to look at?

Rian nailed it in the screenshot that I posted: “Everyone prefers an honest whore over a deceitful church marm.” Amen, hallelujah.

This is a huge part of why I don’t care for “TradCon Women.” You want to show off your tits and ass? I’m fine with that. Hell, I appreciate it even. But don’t get holier-than-thou on me if I look or say something. This is why 10/10 times I would rather deal with the so-called “leftist chicks.” You know, the “sex workers,” sluts, cam-girls, and the women that are generally good with their sexuality and male attention. Sure, they may only want your money and attention, but at least they aren’t going to shame you for looking at what they are putting out there.

“TradCon Women” are no different from the “304’s” that you guys love to hate, with one exception:

They’ll do the exact same shit, minus the skin, but then they’ll guilt and shame you if you look or say something. Fuck that, and fuck them. I grew up with that shit. It gets you nowhere.

Guys, is that something you want in your life? I certainly don’t. I’ve already been there and done that. Fuck that noise.

I would rather deal with a woman who will show off a massive amount of skin (all of it, preferably) and she’s good with me seeing it, and she’s even better with it when she notices me noticing her, and she can take a compliment without losing her mind over it.

I have heard a phrase lately going around in the Gay Monastery:

“Tradcon Women” are feminists. Or something to that approximation.

It’s actually accurate. Both “parties” want their boot-heel on the back of your neck. Both want you to police yourself to one degree or another. They really are two sides of the same coin. While I choose neither party, nor their boot-heels, I would choose a woman who is fine with showing skin to one degree or another, and won’t shame me about it if I happen to look. It’s even better if she can handle the compliment that I may or may not throw her way.

Everyone prefers an honest whore over a deceitful church marm.

I know I do.

Since we are now a few days into 2024, here’s another thing I’ve been doing since early December of ’23 or so:

2024 is the Year of the Block.

For the last several years, I didn’t block too many people. I didn’t want to “give them the satisfaction,” so I muted them. The problem is, those muted accounts still somehow kept creeping into my timeline on Twatter.

Now they get the block. I want my timeline to have only what I want to see.

“Rob, you’re creating an echochamber!”

No. No I’m not.

I’m fine with differing points of view. I’m fine with dissenting opinions.

I’m not fine if all you have is tactics of guilt, shame, or scolding. I’m not fine if what you say happens to sound incredibly stupid to me. I’m not fine when you try and add me to your team roster. There is no “we,” motherfucker. I only play for “Team Me.”

You want to run your mouth in my replies? You want to run your mouth in the replies of people I respect? You get the block. One and done. If you ran your mouth in a bar, like you do online, you would get your ass kicked. I have seen that happen before. Guy talking to another guy or to a woman, another guy walks up, interrupts the conversation and runs his mouth, and then gets his lights punched out for his problems.

I’m just going to assume that you haven’t learned the power of “Shut The Fuck Up.”

I have been on social media long enough to realize that whatever you or anyone else has to say isn’t going to “change my life,” or be earth-shattering. So you get the block. Scream into the void.

I have also realized that if you want to “parade my block” to your mutuals, it says far more about you than it does me. So parade away. While I will never know your name, you will never forget mine.