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    Telling a bitch off.


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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    Well.
    I can tell you for sure, that an attractive women with breasts like these would not be thinking about 'having something to offer'.
    She gets what she wants, when she wants; and if she lives in a gynocracy then she will even have .gov backing.

    I sometimes laugh when I see men wishing that women had more intellect, character etc...
    Not only is it ridiculous to ask this of a women (in the modern world of insta hores especially)

    But it is also a way for men, who with all due respect, are trying to short-circuit their own anxieties about their inadequacies with regards to women and society in general.
    In essence, it is a power play.

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    These types just hate it when you ignore them completely.

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    Quote Originally Posted by I'm Gone View Post
    These types just hate it when you ignore them completely.
    And yea, that is the way it should be dealt with.
    Asking them to play by standards of politeness and dignity is counter productive.

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    The scenario is contrived. Women with above average SMV would not be wasting their time with average joes. People don't sell their gold coins at the flea market or yard sale.

    We MGTOW understand the tragedy of how women who win the genetic lottery and come into high SMV as a teenager, then experience a thrill exploiting it for 15 years, only to suffer when The Wall proves to be the Kryptonite that robs them of their super power.

    But it is no different than the student athlete who struts around the high school like a peacock, convinced that a career as a professional athlete is in his future and learning anything else is a waste of time. Whether he hits his own Wall - the realization that there are better athletes out there - in high school, or after getting the college scholarship, or after a few years of the high life as a pro, or after an injury ends his career, the fall will be directly proportional to how much he convinced himself his physicality would last forever. For most of them, their "second act," their "second life," or their "second career," could be as pitiful as Jake LaMotta's, or as soul crushing as being a used car salesman, or being the stereotype of the gone-to-seed former football hero who became the high school football coach.

    Either way, having a life that peaks at 20 or 25 because that is the only part of yourself that you developed, is sad, because you've got 50 more years to live.

    I wish I had a time machine so 50 year old me could tell 20 year old me not to waste their time at parties like this. "This might seem like a good use of a Saturday night, but it is not. Play it right, and you will find yourself in a room where 4 attractive women will be discussing which one of them will be lucky enough to get you.....and you wont give it a second thought."
    What makes you happy? What brings you joy? What lifts your spirit? What tickles your fancy? What complements your mood? What catches your eye? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=durbQ7nVfQ8

    How do you look out for someone you love? How do you shelter their dreams? How do you cherish their innocence? How do you guide them through life? How do you watch over their travels? How do you show them you care? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd8PLHa6ec8

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    Quote Originally Posted by Opaque View Post
    And yea, that is the way it should be dealt with.
    Asking them to play by standards of politeness and dignity is counter productive.
    "Playing by standards of politeness and dignity" never comes into their minds. It is like asking someone who has Aladdin's Lamp or a money making machine to really care about what the mortgage banker has to say about their home loan.

    When it comes to the sexual marketplace, pretty women are pure capitalists: "I have this, and I want that. You have that. I want that. You want some of this. Let's make a deal. Except I will keep that, but I decide how much of this you get to have. And I can change the deal at any time."

    So, "politeness and dignity" are only reserved for high value customers, or for scam artists, high asset/low sophistication victims.

    They have good looks and instead of realizing it is a temporary condition, they think they are mutant super heroes and that they can never lose their "super powers." And, at 25, they have had them for 10 years, which is "forever" for a 25 year old, so they think that these super powers will last forever.

    These mutant powers become a crutch, stunting their maturity and emotional growth.
    What makes you happy? What brings you joy? What lifts your spirit? What tickles your fancy? What complements your mood? What catches your eye? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=durbQ7nVfQ8

    How do you look out for someone you love? How do you shelter their dreams? How do you cherish their innocence? How do you guide them through life? How do you watch over their travels? How do you show them you care? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd8PLHa6ec8

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    These videos are kinda sad. They are very blue pill. They are based on wish fulfillment and naivete. The fantasy that fuels them is the forlorn hope that the rules of the marketplace could be changed, which is like wishing for waivers or injunctions for the laws of gravity. It is like being a little kid, only having 87 cents, but hoping that the "Everything for 99 Cents" store will let you buy something.
    What makes you happy? What brings you joy? What lifts your spirit? What tickles your fancy? What complements your mood? What catches your eye? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=durbQ7nVfQ8

    How do you look out for someone you love? How do you shelter their dreams? How do you cherish their innocence? How do you guide them through life? How do you watch over their travels? How do you show them you care? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd8PLHa6ec8

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    Quote Originally Posted by Opaque View Post
    Well.
    I can tell you for sure, that an attractive women with breasts like these would not be thinking about 'having something to offer'.
    She gets what she wants, when she wants; and if she lives in a gynocracy then she will even have .gov backing.

    I sometimes laugh when I see men wishing that women had more intellect, character etc...
    Not only is it ridiculous to ask this of a women (in the modern world of insta hores especially)

    But it is also a way for men, who with all due respect, are trying to short-circuit their own anxieties about their inadequacies with regards to women and society in general.
    In essence, it is a power play.
    Yep ! All the human relationships is a power play and knowing something or someone in advance when the other person doesnt know it at all .

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    This video wasn't about the guy fantasizing about telling the woman off.

    If he really wanted to tell her off, he could have just given her a preview of what her post-wall life would be like.

    "Diamonds are forever, but your looks are going to fade with time. What are you going to do then? What do you do when hot young guys call you 'ma'am.' And have you ever tried selling diamonds back to the store?"

    Years ago, I was applying for a job. I was very qualified for it and I really needed it the increased salary it would give me. I put in my applications and got great letters of recommendations from the 2 generals and 1 full colonel I worked for.

    The lieutenant colonel that was hiring was impressed and called me in for an interview. The first interview went well. I thought I had the job locked up.

    But then he called me in for a second interview, and he was very aggressive, nit-picking my application packet when he was very impressed the week before. Then he started down a line of discussion about how, in my late 30's, I was "too old" for the job and he had decided to go with another candidate who was about 30 years old. For a minute or two I tried to plead my case, but he seemed to enjoy that, reveling in my disappointment.

    At that point, I guess he expected for me to either get upset, or beg for the job. But unlike my 20s when I was begging for jobs when I didn't have one, I had the luxury of already being able to leave, get back to my car, and drive back to my office and job.

    So, I decided to turn the tables on this guy. Be polite, be pleasant, be upbeat, and leave some mental images in his mind that would keep him awake, tossing and turning, that night.

    You see, this guy had to be the oldest lieutenant colonel in the regular Army. He was in his mid-50s, when most lieutenant colonels were in their late 30s, because he spent many years as an enlisted man before becoming an officer. And he was used to be obeyed, having people listen to what he had to say, and over-ruling objections when someone questioned his orders.

    So I did what he did not expect me to do. Maybe he expected me to leave in a huff. Maybe he looked forward to me spending time trying to convince me I was young. He would have enjoyed that, having me bring up an argument, and him swatting them down, one by one, like a cat playing with a cornered mouse, until he decided it was time to go on his lunch break, munching on the sandwich his housewife made for him that morning while he chuckled over my desperation.

    But I didn't do either of those things. I agreed with him, vigorously. Like brawler who charges the judo master, he was initially pleased with how much ground his opponent gives up, until he feels himself lose his balance.

    "You are right, sir. You need a younger, more vigorous man to do this job. 38 is old...sooo old." At first he was stunned. And the more I agreed with him and re-stated his arguments back to him, the more uneasy he got.

    Then, I sent the hook. "How old are you sir? Fifty three?" When he replied "Fifty six," that is when I knew I set the hook.

    "Fifty.... six. You are probably not going to be promoted to full Colonel....no lieutenant colonel that gets a college ROTC battalion instead of a tank battalion does ...so you will hit mandatory retirement in a couple of years, right?" He confirmed that, looking confused.

    "That is so unfair, sir. So, so unfair. You hit a certain age, and they don't want you anymore. And then, there you will be, looking for work on the civilian market. When was the last time you looked for a job on the civilian market. What's that going to be like?" I always ended on a question, so he would have to think about it.

    "There you will be, pushing 60, having all this experience. But the Human Resources Director at the companies you will apply for will be some woman. You get an interview with her. You buy your first new civilian suit in 20 years, but you don't know what the latest styles are, so you look...."off." Your tie wont be right, or your shoes will look to her like something out of an old movie. She will be about 30 years old. She will have no military background, except for a grandfather who was in WWII. You will tell her about the jobs you had in the military - you commanded this, you were the deputy S-4 that - and she will have no idea what you are talking about. And pretty soon, you will remind her of her grandpa."

    He said something about taking classes to civilian-ize his resume, but the furrows on his forehead told a different story.

    "And you should take some computer classes, too. It wont be like you can order a secretary or some junior officer do computer stuff you anymore. And those young people that do all the hiring, or decide who gets an interview....they are all convinced that nobody over 40 years old knows anything about computers. But not you. You probably know how to install the latest version of Windows on your computer, and the latest virus protection software, and did it as soon as it came out, right?"

    He nodded yes, but the way his face tensed, I knew he didn't have the slightest idea of what I was talking about, especially since I made stuff up out of things that were in the news, news stories he would have heard, but not listened to, because somebody else handled that for him.

    "Now, keeping in mind that late 30s is old, and late 50s is ancient, you gotta do something about that grey hair, sir." "I'll get me some of that Grecian formula stuff," he snapped back, a little of his haughtiness coming back.

    "Sir....." I breathed, a pained, but sympathetic expression on my face. "That's what grandpas and creepy uncles going through their mid-life crisis by asking out their niece's friends for dates use. It has a distinct smell, and it leaves the hair with a weird, brittle shine like you shellacked it. It's a dead giveaway. You need to use what the Hollywood makeup men use on aging actors. You have to order it special from Europe. About $280 for a bottle that is good for two applications, but man, is it worth it. It lasts six months."

    He wanted to know the name, but I didn't have it to give it to him, as I just made it up.

    "It has some foreign name. Beparis? Betaris? Maybe you can find it on the internet. I'll look it up and get back to you." Now, his forehead was ridged with deep furrows and he fidgeted with something on his desk. I got the impression he would spend a couple of hours that night looking up the magical elixir that would return the youthful color to his hair.

    "And once you get that taken care of, sir, you gotta do something about your hands." He stopped, looked at his hands like he had never seen them before, and then stared at me. "What about my hands?"

    "Sir, you'll go in, meet with those 30-something people for the interview, and give them that strong handshake that you think is manly, but they will think is "bullying" and will just alienate people who never spent a day in uniform, and while you sit across their table interviewing, they wont be listening to what you have to say, because they will be staring at your hands."

    I paused, and I looked a his hands. He looked at his hands, pondering why things that had always been an asset for him could now become a liability.

    "The liver spots, sir. Those liver spots give you old man hands, grandpa hands, non-computer using hands. The hands of a guy who has an 8 track cartridge player in his car..." He objected, and informed me that he had a cassette player in his car.

    "Some of them will have a compact disc player, but the cool kids listen to their music on MP-3 players."

    He interrupted me to ask what an MP3 player was, and I said

    "See what I mean? You can't screw up like that. If they make a reference to hot TV show, or ask you about a movie they all like, you gotta know what to say, and if you fake it, they will know right away. In your current job, you didn't have to care what people half your age wanted, you just gave them orders. Now, you will have to care, or they wont give you a job."

    I told him there were special creams that he could use, or maybe he could have his wife put some make up on his hands before he went on an interview, but that was tricky because if he wiped his forehead the makeup would smear and he would have it come of on his face and not know it.

    "Sir, do you have some money saved up?" Why? "Because companies wont hire somebody that looks like they are 60, but they might hire somebody that looks '40 something.' We are in southern California, lots of good surgeons. With enough money, you could get enough plastic surgery to make yourself marketable."

    He didn't like this future I was painting for him. He needed to break the mental images I was putting in his mind. He said, "I won't have to interview, I'll get a private consulting job."

    Too easy. All I had to do was agree with him, then do the mental Judo. "That's a great idea, sir. You'll get real good at interviewing." Now, I could plant corn in his forehead furrows, hide nickles in his scowl-dimples, and I worried that his Buddy Holly glasses would focus his hate stare into lazer beams. How is that? he asked.

    "Y'see, with a salaried job, you interview, and you interview, and you interview....until you get the job you want. As a private consultant, every time you want some work, you will have to interview with the client. You interview with the client, the client gives you some work, you do the job, and then you need a new client.....which means you start interviewing again."

    The interview was not going the way he wanted it to go. He looked forward to watching somebody squirm and beg for a job, but I had taken him on a Christmas Carroll voyage to a tomorrow he didn't want to go. He was Scrooge and I was the Ghost of No Christmas Bonus Future. Eventually, he would snap out of it, and would wrap up the interview. I had to insert some of my best brain worms into his mind before he snapped out of it.

    I asked him how he would react if, after a job interview, he was in the office bathroom stall, and a couple of his interviewers came in after him, and not knowing he was there, would start making fun of the "old geezer, the dinosaur we just interviewed," how would he react? Would he become one of those guys that spent all their money filing age-discrimination suits and going to the EEOC? I knew that all through his military career, he despised the "trouble makers" that went to the Equal Opportunity office, but how long had it been since he felt powerless?

    He ended the interview. I left. I didn't have the job, but he got the worse end of the deal. I told him there was no Santa Claus.
    I got a job at another battalion and ran into him six months later. He was all cocky, back to his usual self. All I had to do was stare at his hands until he got uncomfortable and ask him if he still had a cassette player in his car, and he twitched perceptibly. I asked him if he had found the hair cream. That got the people around him what I was talking about, and stayed silent so he would have to answer.
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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    These videos are kinda sad. They are very blue pill. They are based on wish fulfillment and naivete. The fantasy that fuels them is the forlorn hope that the rules of the marketplace could be changed, which is like wishing for waivers or injunctions for the laws of gravity. It is like being a little kid, only having 87 cents, but hoping that the "Everything for 99 Cents" store will let you buy something.
    100% on point.
    Wish fulfilment is something that really comes to the surface when men interact with women.
    Usually men get shut down, the man approaches, but the women usually refuses.

    So said man reverts into childhood fantasies and wish fulfilment. 'women are rude, they have no manners' , 'women suck, they just don't know how intelligent, caring etc I am..'

    These are just fantasies which some even MGTOW minded men employ to give themselves a false sense of superiority of over the female.

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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    Quote Originally Posted by Opaque View Post
    100% on point.
    Wish fulfilment is something that really comes to the surface when men interact with women.
    Usually men get shut down, the man approaches, but the women usually refuses.

    So said man reverts into childhood fantasies and wish fulfilment. 'women are rude, they have no manners' , 'women suck, they just don't know how intelligent, caring etc I am..'

    These are just fantasies which some even MGTOW minded men employ to give themselves a false sense of superiority of over the female.
    Yep !

    Its like you hate your boss at work for the usual this and that ... and then you go to Thai Cambodia and look at the locals there like they are monkeys for entertainment . ( a waitress there could be an urologist lol )

    Good thing that you fail to realize that upper management at work looks at you the same way .

    There would be mass suicides .
    You cant keep a player down!
    Dont hate him , hate your fuking bullshit game !

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    Good thing that you fail to realize that upper management at work looks at you the same way .

    There would be mass suicides .
    Gotta keep the illusion alive. I tell myself that I have a massive dick and own a mansion, just to keep reality at bay.

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    In reference to Sam Luis' post about his job interview...I once had an employer explain to me that if he didn't hire the right person, he'd have to go through the process again. This was in San Diego where they hate outsiders...especially military people that don't go back where they came from when they get out. Job stealers, we were called. Well, I was qualified for the job and this guy knew it. I told the guy, after he told me this, to keep that in mind as I'm walking out the door. I had three more interviews, and one of them was a Government job...which I ended up getting. Then I left. The look on his face was priceless. Just tell her, "I have filet minion at home. Why would I go out for a hamburger?" She doesn't need to know that the filet minion is a metaphor for the peace and serenity of having your own place without a nagging witch inside.
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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    Quote Originally Posted by Joetech View Post
    In reference to Sam Luis' post about his job interview...I once had an employer explain to me that if he didn't hire the right person, he'd have to go through the process again. This was in San Diego where they hate outsiders...especially military people that don't go back where they came from when they get out. Job stealers, we were called. Well, I was qualified for the job and this guy knew it. I told the guy, after he told me this, to keep that in mind as I'm walking out the door. I had three more interviews, and one of them was a Government job...which I ended up getting. Then I left. The look on his face was priceless. Just tell her, "I have filet minion at home. Why would I go out for a hamburger?" She doesn't need to know that the filet minion is a metaphor for the peace and serenity of having your own place without a nagging witch inside.
    Isint San Diego a place where people from Acapulco go for vacation ?
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    Re: Telling a bitch off.

    When I look at her all I can see are those cheeks. Sinusitis?
    Well, I guess the lips look good for sucking dick too.
    If you believe everything you hear is a lie, you have a 100% lie detection rate.
    The opposite holds true but I would rather be surprised by the truth than a lie.


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