Get Your Ass Out Of The House

Red Pill Dad wrote a great piece last week, it’s called Bad Girl Game, Part Deux, and what players can learn from it. The entire essay is a a great read and I highly recommend you check it out, especially if you are a woman.

One of the things that RPD mentions early on, is girls not getting their asses out of the house. Right now, during our time of lock-down’s and the coof, I can see why many people, women included, don’t want to leave their homes. The talking heads on the TV and the retards on the internet are telling you to stay home, and so you do.

The thing is, women have been staying in their homes long before the Coof.

When I used to read Tarot cards for money, one of the biggest questions that I would get asked, by women, who happened to be approximately 98% of my clientele, was “Am I going to meet the One?”

Of course, what they meant by that was, “Am I going to meet a guy to date, fuck, and maybe ultimately marry or be in a long term relationship with?”

I didn’t need Tarot cards or any other charade to answer that question. Usually when they would ask me something like this, I would respond with a question of my own: “Are you getting out of the house and out into public?” To which the women would blush, look away, giggle, stammer, and ultimately tell me: “No.”

Of course you aren’t getting out of the house. Of course you aren’t going out into the public realm to meet people. It is far easier to stay at home, eat far more than you should, and scroll social media and hopefully get “likes” or “hearts” on whatever bullshit you decide to post whether it be pictures or some platitude that you found on the internet somewhere. Of course.

I would nod sympathetically and tell them what they wanted to hear. When you are in the business of “reading cards” you have a choice: You can tell them the truth and never hear from them again, which is a poor business model I might add, or you can lie to them and tell them what they want to hear, what they are paying to hear. Guess which direction I went.

“Of course, you are going to meet your One. It won’t be soon, but in the near future. He will be all of the things that you have missed throughout your life and in other relationships. This could happen in the next 6 weeks or in the next 6 months. You have a part to play in this though. If you want to accelerate that time frame, you need to get out of your house.

While I was bullshitting her for the most part, that last part is the truth.

Ladies, if you want to meet a guy and get anything from him beyond a text, you need to get out of the house. I know that it’s scary out in the world right now. I know it was scary even before the coof and the lock-downs. But if you want to meet a guy and go beyond just a text or two, you need to get off of your ass and get out of the house.

One of the things I would leave my women clients with was this:

“You can stay home and your ‘One’ will most likely show up eventually, knocking on your door. By then you will be 80 and he will be 20, delivering your favorite food to you. By then, you will be able to do nothing about it. Or, you can get out of the house and put yourself in front of him, now. The choice as always, is yours.”

Ladies, the choice, as always, is yours. You can stay home messing around on social media, wasting your time, which you cannot and will not ever get back, or you can put your phone down and get out of the house. The choice is always yours.

Choose wisely. Or not.

And for the guys reading this? Much like RPD said in his essay, if she doesn’t want to come out and gives you an excuse, you ghost. Stop replying, stop giving her your attention, and move on. She is wasting her time and more importantly, she is wasting your time. What I said earlier doesn’t just apply to her, it applies to you as well.

Your time is limited and it is the most precious commodity you will ever have, more than money or anything else. You cannot or will not get it back. Choose what you spend it on wisely.

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Space Junk

Space Debris Orbiting Earth

On Saturday, I took Teriyaki out for “Dinner and Dancing.” Well, the dinner part at least. Yes, I know I’m destroying my credibility with the “Alpha Bros” and probably 2/3 of the ‘Sphere, but I don’t care. I’m not going to live my life for them considering that most of them have no idea what they are talking about and are just LARPing anyway.

It’s good to be your own Mental Point of Origin as Rollo calls it. It’s good to ask and hopefully know what you want. It’s great to not give a fuck. At the same time, there comes a time when you need to take other people’s feelings and thoughts into consideration. They are human beings after all. If everything you do is about you and you alone and only the things that you like and want to do, you’ll end up being alone. I know I wouldn’t stick around anyone whether they are a man or a woman if everything was only about them, for them, with nothing in it for me.

So I took Teriyaki out for a nice dinner, we had a great time, and it was a great evening. And yes, I paid for the dinner as well with no expectations of sex or anything else afterwards. She enjoyed it and I think she enjoyed the dessert that we had right after dinner.

While we were sitting in the car, eating our dessert, we got to talking. Teriyaki is 34 and I’m 49, so there’s a little bit of an age gap between us, which I happen to enjoy. I like my women much younger than me for the most part, and it isn’t just their “younger, hotter, tighter” status, but it’s also their perspective on things. You see, I not only enjoy younger women for their youth, but I actually learn from them as well.

I’m a Gen X’er. I was a young adult, in my early 20’s when the internet really first became a thing. I grew up without the internet, smart phones, GPS technology, and social media. I had none of those luxuries that we take for granted today. If I wanted to go somewhere I hadn’t been before, I had to get a paper map and look it up and figure out where I needed to go. I needed to learn how to use an actual compass in order to find which direction was north and which direction I was currently facing. If I wanted to talk to friends and family I either had to walk, ride a bicycle, or drive to them, or I had to pick up a phone and call them and until cordless phones became a thing, I was limited as to how far I could walk in a given room. Privacy, much like today, wasn’t much of a thing when the corded landline in the kitchen didn’t extend to my bedroom. And meeting girls? Yeah, much like today, you had to walk up to them and actually talk to them and get to know them.

Teriyaki is a Millennial. A fairly early millennial to be fair, but a millennial nonetheless. She grew up with some of the technology that we all enjoy today, but then again, she didn’t have all of it. She’s kind of a “hybrid” where she had more access to it earlier than I did, but she also has a lot of the skills that Generation X and earlier had to rely on in order to get around and function in the world.

We were sitting there, eating our dessert, and there was another car sitting next to us with a young guy at the wheel, who was engrossed in his phone. He had been so distracted by his phone and had spent so much time on it that when he finally decided to leave, he didn’t realize that he had already turned his headlights on. That’s because when he threw the car in reverse, he actually turned his headlights back off, realized that they had already been on, and then turned them back on again.

We watched him do this and that’s where Teriyaki and I got to talking about technology and where we are today. I mentioned that we as a society have become so dependent on technology, that if something were to happen, and the internet went down, most of the younger people would be seriously fucked. At least until they learned how to adapt and survive without that technology. What if we were to have a war and it knocked out the internet? The internet is pretty hardy I’m sure. I wouldn’t doubt that there are fail safes that are put into place in the event of something like a war.

But what about our own sun doing something like a massive solar flare? Or what about something like the space junk problem that is currently growing? A lot of our current technology and parts of the internet rely on satellites. All it would take is some of this junk that is orbiting the planet to hit one satellite, knock it out of commission and a catastrophic chain of events could easily happen where old debris hits new objects which creates new debris which then hits other objects and it’s a series of dominoes falling down from there. With all that junk, and more being created all the time, it’s only a matter of time where we may not be able to actually leave the planet to explore the outer reaches of space because of us creating our own orbiting prison system. If satellites can’t orbit, we can’t communicate globally.

The internet may become unstable or spotty, or inaccessible in some or many parts of the world, GPS technology could become a thing of the past, and it’s back to using a compass and a paper map again. While that’s not a big deal for me, what about the younger people who have grown up knowing nothing more than computer technology? Do the younger people even know what the Dewey Decimal System is? Do they even know how to use it?

We have become so reliant on technology that we are seeing the effects of it. Younger people today have minimal social skills. Everything they have done involves at minimum a laptop or a smart phone. All of their major communications involve texting and emoji’s. They literally don’t know how to have a phone conversation, let alone a face to face interaction with someone outside of their immediate friends or family. You think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not.

Why does the ‘Sphere even exist? It’s guys trying to figure out how to “get the girls.” At least that’s what it started out as. Game is nothing more than the ability to talk to women with the goal of getting them into bed. Most guys today have zero Game. None. That’s because they literally don’t know how to have a conversation with a woman, let alone have the confidence in themselves to actually try and escalate and get that woman to go and have sex with them. Most young women today are no better off. They don’t know how to have a conversation with a man either. They don’t know what to do. I have seen this in restaurants, bars, and other public places. Yes, this is even during the pandemic. If anything, I think the pandemic is making it worse as everybody is “social distancing,” wearing masks, and staying home, staying away from each other.

I saw young children, like between the ages of 2 and 4, the other day. They were in some form of daycare. They were in an enclosed space, with literal iron bars separating them from the rest of the world, and they were all wearing masks. Talk about sitting or standing in a literal jail cell, wearing masks. This is the future that we are creating.

All of this talk of technology, war, the possible fall of the internet, and space junk happened between a millennial woman and a cynical old gen X’er while we were eating ice cream in a car, after a night of “dinner and dancing” on the night before Valentine’s Day.

What have you guys done?

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Stay Out Of My Bedroom

Originally I wasn’t going to write a post for this Monday, and that’s because I haven’t been on social media much this last week or this last weekend. I’ve been busy working on “remastering” my audio podcasts. And when I got home from hanging out with Teriyaki this morning, I opened Twitter and the above screenshot was one of the first things that I saw, and here we are.

I tweeted about a week ago, and in that tweet I said, “Trads AND the Rainbow Brigade need to stay the fuck out of my bedroom.” That tweet ties into the screenshot as well.

I’ve realized that the “Manosphere” has morphed over the years and it has morphed into something that I think is a waste of time. “Back in the good old days,” the ‘Sphere was something that came about for men to get together to learn from each other about how to get laid. Even at the tender age of 49 years old, I’m not a complete master at getting laid and so I’m always interested in what someone else can teach me when it comes to this particular subject. I’m all for improving my Game and getting better at getting laid more often and faster.

Nowadays the ‘Sphere has morphed into two major factions, that being guys who are still interested in getting pussy, and everybody else. The everybody else is there to primarily shame guys into living a lifestyle that may not be for that guy that is being shamed.

“If you don’t fuck the way I do, you are doing it wrong.”

“If you fuck anyway other than missionary and only for procreational purposes, you are a bad, evil, degenerate man.”

“If you won’t fuck somebody who used to be a man, you are transphobic.”

“If you fuck anybody outside of an approved age group, (MY approved age group) you are a pervert.”

Lots of morality being tossed around as if it has any worth to me.

The whole lot of you need to mind your own business and stay the fuck out of my bedroom. What I do in there and with whom I do it is none of your business. This is my biggest gripe when it comes to both the Trad side of things as well as the Rainbow Brigade. Both sides are basically telling me I’m doing it “wrong,” because I’m not doing it their way.

Learning game, pick up, seduction, whatever you want to call it, is an amoral skill. Seduction itself is amoral. It simply IS. You either learn to seduce or you don’t, and if you don’t do it, someone else will, and you’ll be the one left out in the cold with your dick in your hand. Literally.

Who cares if a “party girl who sleeps around” can become a great housewife or not? Why would you want to get married in today’s day and age anyway? The screenshot is one of morality, not one of skill or ability. What defines a “great housewife” anyways? I’ll go ahead and answer that question for shits and giggles though:

Question: Can a party-girl who “sleeps around a lot” become a great housewife or partner for the right guy?

Simple answer: You already answered the question dude, and that answer is yes. I believe any woman can “change her evil ways” for “the right guy.” But that’s the simple, throwaway answer that looks great in a tweet.

The real answer: It depends. It depends on a whole host of factors that could take volumes to write about, think about, and are going to be fairly complex. I could probably write a 1000 page book on whether a “party girl” turned “good girl” would actually be a “good girl” and in the end she may or may not actually become that said “good girl.” But I’m not going to write that book because it wouldn’t apply to all women, just to one or two particular women that I would have to know in real life, not digital pixels on the internet.

Basically the question being asked is nonsense and nothing more than mental masturbation with a side of morality thrown in. The question doesn’t matter really, because it’s not useful. The question doesn’t teach me anything about getting better with Game or getting laid. It doesn’t teach me anything useful when it comes to dating or relationships. It doesn’t teach me how to have a relationship, if that was what I was looking for, it only asks if you the reader thinks that a hoe can be turned into a housewife.

I have seen a lot of guys masquerading as “players” in the ‘Sphere in recent times. Guys who are claiming that they either want or know how to Game women. Supposed “degenerates” that are turning out to be nothing more than Trad 2.0 when it comes down to it. I’m tired of people shoving their morality down my throat. Stay the fuck out of my bedroom.

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