Dating profile

the profile of a high-minded
independent woman
calling the shots atop
her tower of independence
enshrouded by her ego:
man has to be 100% spectacular
well-mannered and well-coiffed
high income is mandatory
of course
above 6’2

but what do you offer sweetie
besides that rotting gash
and rolls upon rolls of mediocrity
damaged liver and fractured heart
you’ll have to wait a while
for your prince charming
he’ll come galloping in
but only so his horse can feed on
your pathetic entrails
and lick that oleaginous sweat
off your bosom

the failures of years of smoking, drinking
and pretending to be likable
roll off your brow
and onto your unpainted nails
and droopy tits
as your heart pressures your lungs
into wasting another precious ounce
of oxygen
which could have been used
by someone with a modicum of decorum
like the homeless or drunkards
with their piss-stained clothes in the alleys
who have more life in them
then you ever will

Reflections of a modern playa

He slapped the ass of this career ridden whore – still firm. Of course he knew the truth, she’d be digging this way of life until she was around 32 at which point she would realize the futility of her efforts and how she’s been drowning in false self-aggrandizement all her life, realize her meandering maze of a career she’s just not cut out for and that she’d better be off knocked up and learning practical skills like knowing when to keep your mouth shut. But of course he didn’t say any of that. Not because he particularly cared about hurting her feelings, he thought there’s still some milk in this cow — no need to drive it away. Besides, it wasn’t just women, he hadn’t met a male in 10 years who was as in touch with reality as himself and saw things for what they were. Ironically, these women who plastered motivational messages all over their Facebrag walls and offices were the biggest sluts swimming in nihilistic hedonism, but of course he didn’t say that either. Why throw in a ladder to a woman digging her own grave, people had their own priorities.

He chuckled at that aphorism. He should be a motivational speaker or something, he’d be good at it too and probably less fake than 99% of these grandiose oversize-suit wearing motherfuckers belching out truisms like nobody’s business. But again, he’d rather everyone dug in a little in deeper rather than realize they were all already standing knee-deep in filth. He was sure that not too many people were even aware of just how judgmental they were without even trying. Love and let live was a first level cliche and he avoided those like the plague. Even second level cliches like knowing about the first level and talking out loud about it was to be avoided. It wasn’t until you got to third level and above that you were now is safe territory away from the mediocrities chewing at your self-esteem from below.

Some new neighbors who had moved in recently reminded him of another couple he used to know. They were up and coming yuppies who fueled their mutual love of sunsets with crack balls the size of penguin eggs. That was only during some weekends you see. On others, they occasionally attended swingers parties where his partner- they weren’t quite married since their careers were in different places and bequeathment of approval from the government felt oh so dirty- was used as a batter’s box for the multitude of jocks present, some of which had multiple swings at her. The rest of the week was of course reserved for piano lessons, recitals, the opera and dinners at Michelin-stared restaurants. You had to give it to these yuppies, they lived as if every action was presupposed on a greater ideal, even their debauchery was first rate. When they cut loose they didn’t escape like the middle classes, they regressed to an animalistic pre-homo sapiens form so you had to give them credit because you can’t teach this shit and yet here they were, Hermes and Herpes living in perfect harmony.

Traditional women, the persona non grata of modern feminists

Life itself is a constant series of tests with the successful and righteous passing through a never-ending loop of delayed gratification. Unfortunately, we are constantly bombarded with the need to give in, succumb, enjoy the labors of the day, but it is in fact those who don’t rest on their laurels which consistently come out ahead. This delayed gratification plays an important role in how we, as a society, assign worth or value to things.

Consider women. We respect feminine chaste women for two main reasons:
1) It is very easy for a girl to give up her femininity and chastity and increasingly so in our degenerating culture
2) Conversely, we recognize the huge effort of delayed gratification that it takes on part of the woman not to give it all away and also the huge parental investment including the proper upbringing of said woman.
We recognize that the women who delay gratification make the best spouses and mothers and therefore are the best means of propagating our genes forward into the next generation. That is why no matter the year,  chaste feminine women are *always* in demand.

Now this little gem might be obvious, but not to all women, because they are bombarded on a daily basis with different means of achieving unbridled hedonism. It’s either how to become a bigger slut or a bigger man-hating cunt with some mixture of the two thrown in for those truly aspirational future ball-busting succubi.
The huge effort, both in terms of the family and the woman herself is the reason that many other women, especially feminists hate these types of women who were raised decently. The feminists recognize not only what they don’t and can’t have but also that which they never had— the necessitous urge of delaying gratification.

No, most successful feminists, in a blatant attempt to protect their psyche from fracturing under the huge burden of bullshit that is their messed up lives, double down and admit that they are sluts of the highest order. This is why many of the current third wave feminists spend huge sums of money and time to convince the rest of the decent women that they should give everything up so everyone can be on an even playing field. Silly sluts, it just doesn’t work like that and never will. There will always be families who raise their daughters up right because the parents, along with the rest of society, whether they admit it or not, recognize the huge value that a correctly raised daughter has. To add insult to injury of feminists, the current age of decadence and debauchery happens to skyrocket the value of chaste women and the corresponding blood pressure of feminists to which I can only say: That could have been you, but you playin’.

On the consequences of casual relations

The current state of society as measured by the length and frequency of romantic relations is a worrying state indeed.  What were expectations of long-term relations once two young people met, have morphed into short casual encounters with a mutual understanding that meaningless sex will follow. Seeing as this is a relatively modern state in terms of the sheer number of people who imbibe in this ideology, it forces one to ask what are the possible consequences of this behavior and how sustainable it is.

One does not need a PhD in the social sciences to understand that these modern relations cannot be terminated in succession ad infinitum without any consequence. Indeed, if one thinks about what kind of person would engage in these kinds of behaviors and escape unscathed, it is apparent that releasing each partner with their psyche intact requires a sociopathic ability to distant oneself from the awry conclusion of the relationship.

Thus, to be maximally sexually competent in the current age one is required to either develop sociopathic tendencies, or is rewarded for having them in the first place. This may seem inconsequential because of the small proportion of society that has sociopathic tendencies to begin with but this must be understood in the larger context with what is happening in Western nations. Namely, if you combine these increased tendencies with increased xenophobia, cultural relativism, apathy and just plain anger you have a population that is devoid of all the positive half of possible human emotive capabilities.

As for those chumps that engage in this behaviour but don’t have the sociopathic chops to escape unscathed and remain scarred for life with the emotional consequences of their actions, well that’s fine because the state will pick up the slack here courtesy of the tax payer. Pharmaceutical industries are already one step ahead here and can thankfully help you with their Zoloft and Xanax pills though you might end up being their slave for life.

Fathers should be emotionally distant

Thinking of all the reasons why today’s fathers are such mewling weaksauce faggots would take too long. Instead I present three reasons why the current climate has favored the decline of traditionally masculine and distant fathers with those hyperengaged with their children’s psychosocioeconomical development:

1. The increase in working moms- more moms now spend more time at work so dad needs to learn how to change the diaper and be a good little babysitter.

2. Women are increasingly demanding men to take on chores and become domesticated not as a means of self-actualization but simply to compete with their girlfriends on who can make their man do the most housework – right after they discuss each other’s performance in bed.

3. Men are increasingly accepting these roles hoisted on them by women because they believe kowtowing to these screaming dykes is somehow the only way to put a ring on these former cumguzzling succubi. This is ironic because I can’t recall a time where working stable men should be as highly prized as they aren’t today. But current dads-to-be lose both ways: they marry the would-be-spinsters and then go along with her idiotic requests to support that pie-in-the-sky princess mentality of having it all again ( once they already had it all in college wink wink).

Many of these dads are repulsive to those who still have a modicum of masculinity because no matter the cultural zeitgeist our Y chromosomes are screaming and cursing at the shambles of modern manhood propagating their soft-cucked genes forth into future loser generations.