So few of you might know I am a huge geek, I haven’t been trying to hide it very well either.

I loved Transformers and Star Wars as a kid.

Religiously watched X-men the animated series and knew exactly which number which Pokémon was.

And as an adult I dabble into nostalgia and even in the outrage culture that comes with it.

But I do find it funny that it only took them so long to find out what we knew for so long, but to quote Nick Krauser:

“Pua has done more for the social sciences than 1000’s of peer review studies have done”

Paraphrasing here, shut up.

Men have been portrayed as idiots for as long as I have been watching television.

From Homer in The Simpsons, to Peter and Chris in Family Guy, to Billy in Billy and Mandy, from Every leading male in every sitcom.

Now the creators at Disney have just become less obvious about it.

Wolverine, Gambit and Beast (not Cyclops) used to be pretty badass in their own way, but these days there is just NO male character to look up to (which in all honesty just be the guy you want to look up to, when you finally pull your head out of your ass and figure out what you want).

They emasculated Thor, Hawkeye, Doctor Strange and Obi Wan are side characters in their own movie/ show.

And Hulk is a set piece for She-Hulk to propagandize against to tell you, the male viewer, women treated BAD!

Look, that’s just what you’re gonna get when viewing Disney.

You don’t matter.

The ideology matters.

And if you want to change it, stop screaming into the void, make your own content or read manga and watch anime.

I had a chat with Chad from accounting about why this is happening, because you get more and more pandering in sports these days as well and the only conclusion I could think of was:

“Money”

Cause everybody speaks green.

The reason why I think this is this.

Women earn less than men in general yet spend more, so why not pander to the highest spenders instead of the highest earners?

Just look at the over debt devision and spending devision.

Women spend a WHOLE lot more than men.

So wouldn’t you as any sane person pander to women more since they’re way less conservative with their spending habits?

I know I would, if more and more money was my ultimate goal.

The only problem companies will soon face is that they missed one thing.

Men and women are different.

I know, shocking right?

Men and women differ in interests. This has been shown countless times.

They’re being told to like comics and super hero movies now, but in general women don’t watch that crap. Look at the numbers, they barely do.

BUT the beauty about this, JUST LIKE THE STUENT DEBT CRISIS!

Is that men, as a whole, vote with their wallet.

They’re dropping out of college in droves, they’re stopping reading western comics in droves and they’re stopping going to watch Disney films in theaters IN DROVES.

That is the whole beauty of the free market.

Everybody speaks green.

Yet here you are screaming into the void your favorite character is being emasculated, while being fat, bearded and ugly.

If I were a woman I’d watch it just to piss you off 😉

“Goofy-Sexy.” It’s what Vince labeled a woman that was walking down the street as we were sitting outside in Philadelphia having a drink and something to eat. There was something about this woman as she caught my eye. She was good looking, but definitely not a “9 or 10 brah.” She lacked a certain grace as she walked, but her smile was beautiful. I found myself mildly aroused. Yes, that was it, she was Goofy-Sexy.

I have come to a conclusion about the women that have been in my life:

They have all been Goofy-Sexy.

They are beautiful in ways that are hard to quantify or describe, but the goofy part is easy to identify. Maybe they snort when they laugh. Maybe they are like a “Bull in a China Shop” when they walk around. Maybe they sing off-key so bad a dog would howl in protest and pain.

My Belly Dancer is a teacher and she is also a martial artist. She’s been practicing Tai Chi and Southern Mantis for almost 40 years. I have seen what she can do to a person if she had to fight, it’s beautiful and terrible all at the same time. I have also seen her walking around in those heels in that photo above. It’s like watching a newborn colt on wobbly legs. For someone who has been into martial arts most of her life, she’s also the biggest klutz that I know. She can be dangerous if her life or the lives of those she cherishes was threatened, and yet she’s a goofy girl.

She has the most amazing laugh when she’s embarrassed, and it doesn’t take much to embarrass her. She laughs, blushes, and if she’s sitting, she curls up into a ball. It’s adorable. She also acts like a schoolgirl when she is around me. 5’7 flat-footed, grace of a colt, and she drapes herself all over me. She’s most definitely Goofy-Sexy.

“Velvet” is also Goofy-Sexy. I can’t even put my finger on it at the moment, I can’t isolate an instance, other than her odd way of looking at things, but it’s who she is and it’s something I like about her. Actually, one of the things that I do know is that she’s chronically late (aren’t they all?) and normally it would be irritating to me, but in her case, I know why she’s late. She’s dressing to impress me. She wants to look her best for me and she doesn’t disappoint. It’s her worrying about running late that is the goofy part. She gets so stressed about it, and all I can do is tell her it’s okay, and then she puddles and gets giddy. Just like a schoolgirl. What can I say? She’s Goofy-Sexy.

Teriyaki was Goofy-Sexy. It was in her laugh and it was in the way that she tried to convince the world that she was tough. Deep down though, she was a marshmallow. She was tenderhearted and just wanted to be loved.

“Kitten” was also Goofy-Sexy. A red flag woman if I ever met one, but she too lacked in grace. But she could stomp your nuts into the ground if you started simping on her. She actually took pleasure in grinding AFC’s into the dirt. But when she turned that bloodlust on me and I smirked and told her, “No,” she puddled and got all giddy and goofy. She ultimately ended up simping for me while we were together.

“Red and Black” was another woman that I met at the end of 2021. I’ll be goddamned if I can find any blog posts about her at the moment. Old age, CRS, not giving a fuck ultimately, and being half drunk will do that to you. I call her “Red and Black” because she had red and black hair. You chickenshits would have been terrified of her. Think Harley Quinn, but not blonde. She’s one of the more recent women that I have been with and I actually think she’s on the spectrum, as in legitimately crazy. At the same time, she was Goofy-Sexy too. She was a gigantic nerd when it came to her subjects and it was like pulling teeth to get her out of her head and into her body. She too, was Goofy-Sexy.

I think I have finally found my “pattern” if you will. I like Goofy-Sexy girls. Even my ex-girlfriend and my ex-wife were Goofy-Sexy.

But then again, I tend to think of most, if not all, women as Goofy-Sexy. They are “the most responsible teenager in the house,” as someone once said.

You can choose to see women as “Lilith, Destroyer of Worlds,” or you can choose to see them as “Goofy-Sexy.”

Another thing that I tend to think about women:

They are mirrors.

They throw back at you what you are projecting outwards. They are the barometers in my life. They show me where I am at. They also end up reflecting my views, values, and takes. Even if only for a moment. So when I tend to see them as big, goofy girls, that’s what they tend to become as far as I’m concerned. It’s far more interesting and entertaining than seeing them as “the enemy,” or Lilith.

Dante the Panda (who is supposed to be writing on this blog and hasn’t done so yet, so I’m giving him shit for that fact) wrote a really good piece the other day. Why they’re here (If they are so awesome, why’d they stick around?)

In his article he asks some really great questions:

Why are you (Rob) here (this space, the manosphere, the Gay Monastery?)

Because he’s right, I could be doing a whole bunch of other things. I could be dating more women, spending more time riding my motorcycle, making different videos that have nothing to do with sex and women and relationship advice. I could be putting in more hours at work (kill me now), I could be practicing and playing my guitar more. Hell, at this point I could probably have put a band together, made an album, gone on some type of tour, and probably have gotten more pussy to boot from it. You guys that have women that like going to rock concerts can thank me that I haven’t done that. Yet. As I have gotten older, I’m hearing and seeing it more and more often: the “Silver Fox” is definitely a “thing,” and yes, I’m talking about the twenty-something women that you are stepping on your dicks to get to.

Part of why I’m “here” is because I do it for the memories. I just got back from a meetup with my young scrub of a brother, Jack Napier, and with Vincent from Masculine Geek. We spent almost a week in Philly, drinking, shit-talking, and even doing a little skirt chasing.

I’m “here” because this is where I have met the great majority of people that I like to call my friends. I’m “here” to make that contact and make memories with those that pass the test and are allowed into my inner circle. Those guys that pass that test? Those are the best guys.

I’m also “here” because I like women. I like talking about them. I especially like fucking them and being around them. They are my favorite subject of all. Where else can I go and “get my fill” of my favorite subject other than when I’m dealing with women personally? Yes, I get irritated and groan and do a facepalm when I see a less experienced guy fucking it up, but at least he’s trying, and for that, I give him credit and I want him to succeed. The guys that want to piss and moan and cry about it and not do shit about it can go fuck themselves, plain and simple.

Dante was right and wrong at the same time in his article with his next point:

He was right when he said:

“Well maybe they just want to help you.” And then he went on to say, “But I don’t think so.” Here’s where he’s both right and wrong:

I actually am here to help. Dante is “wrong” if he doesn’t “believe” that. I know Dante a bit more personally, so I know where he is/was going with this, and that’s why I say he’s both right and wrong. He’s wrong if he stops himself at, “but I don’t think so.” It’s good and even healthy to be sceptical, which is where he was at in this part of his article, and for good reason. I could be selling you guys a bullshit fantasy via a “war room,” or some gumroad course if I wanted to. I choose not to. I’m hoping to “be the lesson,” so that you guys reading this don’t have to make the same mistakes I did. I’m hoping you won’t waste your time and spend money you don’t need to spend, like I did. But you’re still going to have to do the work. You’re going to have to go out and talk to women and get rejected. Sorry/not sorry, there’s no escaping it.

Dante was also “right” when he said that I do it for nostalgia. I’m here for that too. I like reading the field reports of other guys and seeing that they are making the same mistakes that I made, and sometimes still make. I still remember those “rushes” that Dante touched on, so yeah I’m “here” for those reasons too.

Chest Rockwell summed it up great in my opinion:

“The young ankle biters that want to piss in the tall grass someday are why I stay. People who want it bad enough will seek it out.”

So to recap or TL;DR it for you:

So I do it for the friendships that I have forged. While there are plenty of worthless dipshits that will try and waste my time if I let them, there are a few really great guys that I have met that I’m honored to call my friends. I do it for those connections and those memories.

I do it because I remember what I was like when I didn’t have any clue whatsoever and wasted years and countless dollars going down rabbit holes that were all dead ends. I liken myself to a warning sign for those that truly want to do it the “hard way.” You really want to fuck around and not do the work? You’ll wake up in your 40’s, married, miserable, and probably considering suicide as a viable option. Do you really want to go there? But then again, maybe that’s exactly what you need to do for yourself. It’s what I had to do apparently.

I do it for the “thrill.” The nostalgia. It’s a rush for me when I see a less experienced man “nut up” and do it. I feel his “win.” So yeah, Dante was “right” when he said that you guys doing the work and giving the field reports are bringing me value. Because it is a form of value to me. It is a form of vicarious living for me, I’m not going to lie. The difference is, I’m reliving stuff through you. If you haven’t gone out and had the experience, I’ll either know you’re lying, or something that in my opinion is even worse, you are vicariously living through me. You’re either too scared or too lazy to live your life, so why not live it through Rob’s life? I mean, hey, I’m flattered if you think that highly of me that you would want my life, but wouldn’t you rather have your own instead? You want my life, the life that I created for myself? You have to do the work. No getting around it, buddy.

And the final piece, I’m “here” because where else am I going to find the guys and the stories and the experiences that revolve around my favorite subject, women?