Heritage Blogger A to the E has a good post up about the sexlessness of Millennials (a paradox in an age of overt sexual degeneracy and proud slut walks), in which he pulls the polls (heh) to uncover data on women’s idea of what constitutes sexual harassment.
The following graph is sourced from a Reuters-Ipsos poll asking women if they consider unwanted compliments about appearance to be sexual harassment. The results, by age (“don’t know” responses are excluded, N = 1,958:
You can go there at the link to view the graphs. Basically, the percentage of women who think unwanted compliments about appearance are sexual harassment drops linearly and precipitously with age, confirming the age-old Chateau wisdom that the hungry dog loves table scraps while the well-fed dog turns his nose up at a buffet.
What is deemed “unwanted [compliments]” is entirely up to the subjective judgment of the woman in question. It’s tough for men to gauge whether or not the compliment is wanted or unwanted until after it is made.
This makes apprehension manifesting as approach anxiety relevant again for men. Exploding Muhammads excepted, today it’s relevant not because the woman’s brother or father might put a shiv in your ribs for approaching, as was the case earlier in human history. It’s relevant instead because the woman who is approached may decide not only is the one who approached her beneath her attention, but he should suffer for thinking she’d have anything to do with him.
American beta and omega males (the latter group housing your typical incel) have it tougher today than they have in a long long while. Not only are American women fatter and more obnoxious, and older when they do decide to grace a beta male with a pre-Wall impact relationship, but the discount bints are more cruelly sadistic against the bottom 80% of American men who impertinently hit on them.
For alphas, this isn’t that big of a deal, though it carries risks even for them. For lesser betas and omegas, however, it’s ruinous.
Incel hate is punching down. I wonder if libs understand that? (they do, they don’t care, they’re unprincipled). I mock pretentious losers. I help honest losers trying to better themselves. My blog is a guidebook to lift incels out of celibacy, to lift omegas to betas, to lift betas to alphas, and to remind them all that what alphas possess isn’t unknowable or unlearnable. Never have the beta male masses needed Game wisdom more than now, when women have been let loose to wreak havoc on the sexual market and in turn on civilization.
The following graph shows the percentages of women, by race and presidential vote, who consider unwanted compliments about appearance to be sexual harassment. Sample sizes for blacks, Hispanics, and Asians are too small to break out separately so they are combined and presented here as “non-white”:
No surprises in that graph. Female Trump voters are far less offended by “unwanted compliments about their appearance” than are female thecunt voters. This skew applies almost as notably to White Trump and thecunt voters.
Why? Well, shitlib women are snowflakes with fragile egos. Shitlib women are also, on average, uglier than Trump women. Ugly women tend to get unwanted compliments from soyboys, noodle-armed male feminists, fat depraved challahwood producers, and swarthy quasimodos, so they get real bitter real fast about the whole male-female courtship dynamic, and sublimate their frustrations in the PoundMeToo movement.
Also unsurprising to anyone who’s lived a day in his life, White women are considerably less likely than nonWhite women to say unwanted compliments about appearance constitute sexual harassment. This is because nonWhite women receive most of those compliments in the form of cat-calling from their nonWhite men.
As AE mentioned, some of this skew is due to older women supporting Trump and younger single women supporting thecunt, but not all of the skew. Differences in female attractiveness and the (relatively) lower attractiveness of nonWhite men account for some of the bias. Call it the Chad Effect.
Commenters IHTG and Chris Lutz bring up another salient reason for the readily aggrieved spitefulness of the careerist shrike:
Familiarity breeds contempt?
Familiarity breeds verklempft, for those who work in entertainment, media, or finance.
IHTG, I was thinking the same thing. I think there are a host of reasons.
1. Your point. You deal with women all day. You want to deal with them later in more social situations?
2. Prevalence of porn.
3. The loose sexual mores have created a situation where it’s the Alphas getting the girls and the rest are stuck on the sidelines.
4. Toxic feminism which makes interacting with women in social situations legally dangerous.
Sexualizing everything has killed sex.
Too much asexual time around women, as would be the case in a sterile office environment, corrupts the frisson between the sexes that is necessary for romance. Men and women need each other to be a little mysterious to the opposite sex to fully charge the libido.
AE’s post aside, my attention was caught by sid’s comment, recapitulating a common refrain I hear from Game skeptics.
In a number of blue cities in North America, especially those in tech, talking up women is honestly more trouble than it’s worth. I could repeat what everyone has said here, but why bother? You all know what I’m talking about.
For a lot of guys, the best that happens is that they get laid more frequently. To do so, you need to scour your ego with an acid bath, talking with girls who honestly have few positive qualities but a lot of entitlement, snarkiness, and just plain rude behavior.
At worst, you can be accused of sexual harassment and rape, the definitions of which become blurier every month.
I’ve found that if you’re a charming mofo, girls are unlikely to wake up in the morning thinking about lodging a false rape accusation against you.
After a certain point, spending your free time playing video games and watching pornography is a whole lot less painful and not all that much more shallow of a way to while away your hours.
If you have a high libido and a silver tongue, porn and vidja won’t sufficiently scratch your hedonistic itch.
I think pornography is corrosive to the male mind, and while the occasional video game isn’t bad, you’re definitely not living up to your potential if you’re playing 100 hour long fetch quests. Even so, I can’t call either activity all that much better or worse than talking with a feminist woman in hopes of getting a date.
Porn and vid are dangerous because they co-opt the dopamine channels in male brains, squatting there by spoofing the rewards of sexual conquest and status acquisition.
What is to be done? I frequent manosphere and PUA forums and blogs far, far less frequently than I used to, but I don’t think I’ve heard a solid answer.
Game and self-improvement only go so far. Both are essentially zero-sum endeavors on the dating market, though I guess the average guy being able to talk to a girl competently MIGHT make the dating market more egalitarian. I don’t know.
Game isn’t a zero sum activity. Think on this analogy: Imagine the cosmic overlord snapped his fingers and every American woman became an HB10. The sum total of happy arousal in men would increase beyond the environment’s carrying capacity. Boners would pop far and wide, jizz would flow like the Nile. (gross but needfully vivid) There would be an increase in the sum total of male joy.
Likewise for Game. More charismatic men means an increase in the sum total of female joy.
If you want to nerd out and summon your Inner Darwin, sure, after many generations there would be sexual selection effects that re-establish a natural SMV hierarchy. Today’s HB10s would become the distant future’s plain janes. Over time, picky alpha males would choose to wife up and impregnate HB10++s, while regular HB10s sob tears of feminist butthurt, and the contours of a female SMV belle curve would reappear. Same for the charismatic men; today’s charming jerkboys would evolve to tomorrow’s hypnotizing jerkboys.
After all, there were hot cavewomen millennia ago who turned all the cavemen’s eyes, but today that poor cavewoman transposed into our modren sexual market would be alone and unloved, barely an SMV notch above Amanjaw Marcuntte.
But none of that really matters much to the man living now, in this gineline. He learns Game, he gets more and better quality attention from women. A fat woman loses weight, she gets more and better quality attention from men.
Speaking of zero sum activity, here’s Scott Adams on the desperate sophistry of a cornered Deep State:
Four things to understand about SPYGATE: 1) There was no spy in the Trump campaign. 2) The spying that did NOT happen was totally justified. 3) It would be bad for national security to identify the spy who doesn’t exist. 4) His name is Stefan. #SPYGATE
— Scott Adams (@ScottAdamsSays) May 23, 2018
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