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Reader Gas Mask parodied (aka improved the veracity of) a dating app advertisement featured on the Goodbye, America blog. The original ad:
And Gas Mask’s pitch perfect parody:
The blue city dating scene is now filled with these over-credentialed yet airheaded yoga-pants’ed “spiritual but not religious” aging beauties regurgitating platitudes and catchwords so vapid they could only be cynically interpreted as misdirection from what these women really want: the destruction of everything their White men built for them.
The luxury of this vacuous virtue signaling that characterizes the societal output of our shared single White woman problem will be like muff dust in the wind once the money, and the White man self-effacing indulgence, runs out. That day is coming sooner than our entrenched globohomo elites know.
My favorite comments from that Goodbye, America post:
Finally, a dating site for women who want geldings or gays.
-Alex the Goon
It is no doubt a tired story. Attractive white woman in yoga pants making “friends” with the locals. Some of them are living that life, and it’s largely paid for by a cuck white man. If it isn’t, and she is still sexy enough, those trips to Dubai are for making friendly with the buttholes of royalty while he takes a dump on her head. But, hey, culture, right?
Its all about the image and self absorption. Nothing else matters.
It would never even occur to them there that this might be what they’re all about. But they are.
And just what, exactly, is “personal growth”? Growth can be measured. Can any of these self-absorbed broads give me a concise explanation as to how they measure personal growth? Please quantify it for me.
Quantification class is hard.
I can stroke the fragile egos of self-contextualizing globalist girls with the best of amoral womanizers, and if the poon is what you want I suggest you do the same. Needlessly antagonizing globowhores by calling them out on their vapidity isn’t good pickup policy. But if you intend to stay with one of these space cadettes, you’ll need to set ground rules early: No poopytalk, no “after hours” with their yogi/cocaine dealer, and no solo travel to chocolate paradises.
The Inspired Woman is the Self-Centered Woman. She’s inspired to tell the world (and jealous girlfriends) about all the globohomo consumerist bullshit and Pedowood-approved moral posturing that inspires her. If women wonder why men can’t be counted on to treat them like princesses anymore, well maybe it’s because these women already treat themselves like princesses and men have decided their pedestal services are no longer needed.
PS There’s one category of inspiration missing from the original meetmindful self-mindfuck: children. As GBFM would say, “lzzllol DOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHY UP WITH MY PATREONARCHY lzzllolzzzl”.