When You Have The Red Pill Blues

October 12, 2020October 5, 2020 Rob Says1 Comment

3132d057 — Alex Cooper of “Call Her Daddy”

I decided a little while ago to limit my time on social media in particular and the internet in general. It’s definitely the “reset” that I’ve needed. The conundrum that I have encountered so far is what to spend some of my time on.

I have not only limited my time on the internet and on social media, but I’ve also limited my exposure to the videos that I watch or the podcasts that I listen to. The guys that I have listened to in the past have their own messages or their own spin on things that need to be said, and since there are new guys showing up every day, all the time, these hosts and podcasters are doing the Lord’s work delivering their messages to guys who have never heard them before.

The thing for me though is, I’ve heard the messages. I’ve heard them put one way and then spun another way. It starts to get redundant and cyclical. Talks of hypergamy, STEM, the military, minimalism, and other Red Pill topics are great, especially for the new guys waking up and getting their shit together, maybe for the first time in their lives, but what about guys who got the message and are handling their shit? That’s where I’m at now.

The podcasts that I’m specifically seeking are one’s that will entertain me, first and foremost. If I learn something along the way, so much the better. I’m definitely not seeking “more of the same,” whether it involves politics, outrage, or the foundations and fundamentals of what we call the Red Pill.

I wish I could remember who it was that mentioned the “Call Her Daddy” podcast. All I remember is that it was one of the PUA guys that I follow on Twatter. It was a while ago, but I decided to give it a listen, just for shits and giggles.

The first episode that I listened to is called “97 – The Life Of A Porn Star (ft. Lana Rhoades)”. While the host, Alex Cooper is definitely vulgar and crass, she is entertaining. I never knew who Lana Rhoades was, so I had to go and look her up:

Not bad looking, and young to boot. She’s 24 years old as of 2020. Alex and Lana did pretty much what you would expect from a couple of young women in today’s day and age, but to give Lana some credit, she never played the victim card and did the “woe is me because I did porn, and it’s everybody else’s fault” type of nonsense.

If anything, Lana confirmed to me that there is no comeuppance for most women. While she is out of the porn industry, she has no shortage of suitors to date her, she’s currently (at least at the time of the podcast) dating someone, and she has no shortage of marriage proposals from various men. I’ve said it before, there are plenty of thirsty dudes that are more than willing to “wife up” a woman, no matter her past. The comeuppance fantasy is just that, a fantasy. And you know what? Good for her. She’s made her money, got out before the industry burned her out, and she has apparently gotten on with her life. More power to her.

While the “Call Her Daddy” podcast isn’t going to be everybody’s cup of tea, I found it entertaining to say the least. If you ever want to know what women talk about and be a sort of “fly on the wall,” you should check it out. From sexual fantasies that will blow most guys’ minds (women are way freakier than you know), to “advice” that they give to one another, especially about men, to all sorts of sexual positions, toys, and general drama that women like to embroil themselves in, it’s definitely different from the usual fare of Black Pill doom and gloom, “How do I get da gurlz?” lift, stop being a piece of shit, all wahmen bad, retain your semen, patriarchy, wish I was in the ’50’s bullshit that the manosphere has devolved into today.

In short, it was entertaining and refreshing, even if it was crass and full of fluff and nonsense at times. Check it out if you have had a gut full of the usual Red Pill Outrage or you are tired of being told that you suck by other guys, or that you should just eat properly and lift goddammit.

“Call Her Daddy” Podcast.

Who knows? You might be able to get out of your own heads, crack a smile and fucking laugh for an hour.

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Gaming And OnlyFans

October 7, 2020January 2, 2021 Rob Says8 Comments

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The Red Quest asked an important question on Twitter the other day:

“Is it just me, or are pretty much no guys in their 20’s writing about the game? Is the next generation illiterate? Too addicted to video games? Where are they?”

It got me to thinking because while I know that there are much younger guys out there talking about “game,” that number is incredibly small. I would hazard that the majority of guys who are talking and writing about game are either in their 30’s and definitely into their 40’s. It seems interesting to me that the majority of guys writing about game are in fact, older. Why is that?

A reply to the Red Quest may shed some light on the subject:

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“Dude the whole Game stuff is kinda Boomer tbh. Newer gens more interested in gaming and Onlyfans.” – H.M. Brough @HMBroughMD

If that is in fact true, then the future generations may actually be genuinely lost.

Gaming and OnlyFans….

The gaming part I can sort of understand and relate to to some degree. I grew up with a video game console in hand. The Atari 2600 was the first console that I owned when I was a young lad.

I then “graduated” up to the original Nintendo (8 bit), moved on to the Atari Jaguar when that became the next thing, moved on yet again to the original Playstation, then to Playstation 2, and even ended up with a Wii.

Most of my gaming I got out of my system when I was under 20 and before I went on to college. My only “stint” with online gaming was back in about 2003 or 2004 when I got into Eve Online, and woo boy, I went down a dark rabbit hole on that one. Let’s just say that I spent about 4 years living inside that game. Every day from when I first started to when I “gave it up” in 2007 revolved around work and Eve and that was pretty much it for me.

Weekends were spent on Eve “ganking noobs in a gatecamp.” I would get up early to play before I needed to go to work and when I got home after a ten hour shift, it was time to pay Eve a visit. She was a cruel mistress that demanded absolute loyalty. During those years I would still occasionally get laid, but it was seriously like once or twice a year that sex would happen.

Picking up women wasn’t that hard, at least I didn’t think so. Then again I was using online dating at that time and I knew that the pickings weren’t all that great. Then again, I wasn’t looking to “date” or get into a relationship either. It was sex, pure and simple. After that, she could leave and if I saw her again, great. If not, that was okay too. Eve gave me most of my needs, other than physical, and that could be satisfied with the occasional random woman from the internet when that need became too pressing or too demanding.

It wasn’t until I met my future wife that gaming then took a backseat to everything else and I’m glad for that. I could have spent decades on Eve. It was that entertaining and that “powerful.” Even now I think about getting back into Eve, but I know that if I do, I’m pretty much done. It’s like a heroin addict or an alcoholic saying that they can have just one fix or just one drink after years of being off the juice or off the sauce. There’s no such thing as “just one.” Not really.

So I stay off Eve even though I’ve seen “teaser” videos show up in my timeline and on YouTube. Man it’s tempting, I’m not going to lie. If I ever just disappear off the internet altogether without a goodbye or some sort of “farewell,” you can figure that I gave up the fight and went back to Eve. Look for my corpse there if that happens. Call the police while you are at it so that they can do a welfare check on me.

I say this in jest somewhat, but not really. That’s how entertaining and powerful that game is. I can only imagine what other games are like these days. I was even hesitant to get into “Among Us” with some friends of mine, but I decided to take the leap and see what would happen. Thankfully I can play that game, have a ton of fun with other people, but I can turn it off no problem, walk away from it for days on end, and get on with the rest of my life. “Among Us” doesn’t have the power or the entertainment factor that Eve has apparently.

I get why the younger crowd can get sucked down the gaming rabbit hole, it’s actually fairly common, which I do find sad. OnlyFans though, that’s one that I don’t understand. I know it’s a relatively “new phenomenon” as far as porn and sex work go, but I don’t understand the appeal of it.

I get that women of all ages would want to start an OnlyFans account in the hopes of making easy money and if you already have an audience from another platform and you know how to market yourself, or you know someone that can do the marketing for you, you can actually make some decent money at it. Hell, if you know what you are doing, I would say that you can make a lot of money at it. What’s not to like about that? You get to be your own boss for the most part, you don’t have to interact with real live people in your physical space if you don’t want to, and you can pretty much set your price. “Safe sex,” no pimps, no violent, creepy people, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. What’s not to like about that?

For the guys who sign up for OnlyFans and become a “fan” though, I don’t understand that one. You are willing to pay money to a person that in all likelihood you will never meet in person. You are literally another nameless, faceless avatar throwing money at some person in the hopes that they will pay attention to you, even if it’s just for a moment. Maybe I’m wrong here, but that’s all it seems like to me. Guys throwing money in the hopes of gaining attention and currying favor with some cam person.

No physical contact, no actual sex, and no genuine intimacy. In short, no real human connection. That’s the saddest part of all. I just don’t understand it and to be honest, except from an intellectual standpoint, I don’t want to understand it.

Real life is far more interesting and savory than anything that can be found online. Take it from someone who came back from the rabbit hole of gaming. I know.

What’s to come for the future generations when the guys who write about game decide to move on with their lives and stop writing and communicating about it? Is it going to be guys “digging up” the “Mystery Method” and “Speed Seduction” and what is old is new again? Honestly, most likely. But then again, with things like OnlyFans thrown into the mix now, I have no idea how this is all going to turn out for the future guys. Sex robots? That seems just as likely too, why not? I just don’t know.

All I do know is that technology is causing a disconnect for everybody involved in its use. Tech giveth and tech taketh away. Use your tech judiciously and wisely is all that I can say. Play your games if that is what you enjoy but don’t let them consume you. And things like OnlyFans? My only advice on that one is to stay away from it entirely.

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Reset

October 5, 2020September 30, 2020 Rob Says1 Comment

I’m following up my last post with this one.

Not only was it great meeting up with Vince, TJ, and all of the guys who came out to the Village By The Lake, but I realized something else:

Other than extremely brief stints on Twitter, mostly to retweet Periscopes and whatnot, I wasn’t online all that much. In fact, because of the meet ups and things that came up at the last minute that were totally unavoidable for me, I was hardly online at all. No Masculine Geek show, no Let ‘Em Burn, and no Red Evening. I didn’t even make any new content. Thank god for automation and having stuff already set up.

I still feel a little bad that I couldn’t be on those shows with my friends, but at the same time, it was refreshing to be “offline.”

After Vince and TJ left to go back to their respective homes, I was able to get online and scroll through my timeline and actually read what was going on and see what I had missed.

Other than a couple of minor things, I really didn’t miss anything.

In fact, the stuff that I did see, while it was the usual fare, spoke volumes to me.

Guys, you need to get off Twitter, at least for awhile. And by awhile, I’m thinking at least a couple of weeks, if not a month or more. Some of the things that I saw, the levels of stress, negativity, and “toxicity” that is out there, you are going to give yourselves a stroke or a heart attack, and I’m not kidding. You are winding yourselves up for no reason other than to wind yourselves up.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was talking about the “presidential debates.” Give me strength. It doesn’t matter which party “wins,” we all lose either way, so why stress and worry about it? It’s been that way since before I was born. The system is broken and needs to be completely torn apart and built again from the ground up, not reformed, revamped, or tweaked.

Railing about it on the internet isn’t going to fix it. It’s just going to give you high blood pressure and an ulcer to boot. Find a more relaxed and productive use of your time.

More and more guys are doing the “wahmen bad” thing. Guys, get offline and go out into the world and you’ll realize that women aren’t really that bad, and some of them are actually pretty neat. You’ll never know that by staying glued to your phones and your tablets and your laptops. Get offline and go outside and talk to them. Say hi. Smile. Wave. You might be surprised when they smile, wave, and say hi back.

The Village By The Lake had an unintended consequence for me, and that was that I was offline for almost a week. It was one of the most relaxing and enjoyable weeks that I have had in a long time. Honestly the last time that I felt this relaxed was probably a year ago when I went out to Atlantic City for the Village By The Sea.

We aren’t designed to live our lives online. We aren’t wired that way. It’s bad for us and our health. Get offline for a few weeks or a month or more. I’ll bet your life gets less stressful and more enjoyable. I’ll bet you’ll be able to relax.

I know that I have, and that was from only being offline for literally six days. I fully intend to do more of that.

Life is short and it will pass you by in the blink of an eye. There are so many beautiful things to see, hear, and experience, and you’ll miss it all by staying glued to your monitors, whatever size they may be.

There’s more to life than the internet and social media. There’s more to life than politics and boo-hooing about the women. There’s more to life than preparing for doomsday, which in all honesty you can’t truly prepare for. Something will always come up that you had no idea was going to happen, and you’ll either deal with it when it comes up, or you won’t. And if you don’t deal with it when it comes up, in a worst case scenario, you’ll probably be dead and all of your problems will be over with anyway.

So instead of worrying about things that you have no control over and worrying about things that in all likelihood won’t happen to you, relax, go outside, and enjoy your life.

Get offline for awhile and then thank me later.

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