Social Media — This Civilization's Pulse

Social media is a nice window into people’s heads now. And by extension inside the current culture. Then there’s phenomena like selfies and just when I thought it can’t get any fucking worse the following kind came up;

So you’re sitting there at the restaurant table with minimum two other people, going over the menu to order drinks and you take out your phone and do this. It’s so much more depressing when I go ahead breaking down the steps you took. .fuck, let’s get it out of the way:

1. The thought pops in your head that you should share. this. to. facebook. cringessst moment?
2. You take out the phone and go to the app.
3. Type out the place's name, select it from the dropdown then choose the correct location.
4. Tag all those with you, for which you again have to type.
5. You have to use a touch screen for all the typing.

Damn, why? How come you’re not sharing a memory from your childhood or discussing Elon musk with those present with you? There are two other human beings sitting with you doesn’t that mean anything now? The more I think about step 1 here, the most I seem to lose faith in humanity and the fact that it just doesn’t pass but you have to follow it through till step 5, fuck that 2-5 is work to me. What is the motivation?

. . if you’re doing this when you are just with one person, there’s got to be special place in hell for you.

Moving on SM also gives you a glimpse of how and what people think and believe, something which you would have only found out about a person through a close relationship is now a page refresh away. Not anything exactly bad here though. Just depresses you and makes you realize most people just don't think in the right direction and hence human progress is so slow. I’m not finding a way to put the phenomena in words by itself I think it’s best understood by some examples I have collected.

This tweet for me embodies everything that’s wrong with the world and probably always has been.

I can almost hear her internal monologue when she was typing this out; “huh, writing is a means for change, it’s something so deep and meaningful and should serve a higher purpose and bring about a change in the world and Tim chooses to exchange it for for money, money which he will use to buy shampoo and toilet paper with and meet his bare materialistic needs with. Someone tell him pen is mightier than the sword already. .wtf! ridic!”.

Anything done for money is inherently morally inferior to this breed of people. The hatred I think is not towards the money, it’s the act of making money. The act being work. In such people's mind the idea of work has been associated with a form of slavery for so long now that work has to be form of a sisyphean task, something which the doer grudges and hates and finds no value in but only does it out of necessity to fill his stomach and have clothes on his body.

And writing, writing is not that grudging task which one hates. Writing is one’s deepest expressions put into words and he decides to make it dirty by making money from it!

For centuries now wealth has only gone to two categories of people, the looters and the moochers — the ones who take what they want at gunpoint and the others with tears. Doesn’t help that humanity also had a period of slave owning during which the wealthy got wealthier because they owned the workers, never had to pay them and today people project that on anybody (and on themselves) who gets up in the morning to head to a cubicle as fast as he can just to not displease the boss — the slave and the master.

And so we have a world in which for most people work is drudgery and making money a necessary evil. The two are then reconciled as work = slavery = which no one obviously likes and money = necessary evil to earn which you must go through the motions of work. And if one is using writing to make money then we have the equation where writing = work which is equal to drudgery which the above tweet can’t fathom to accept because writing is suppose to be this rainbow of colors of emotions, feelings and other liberal adjectives, a higher purpose and all the romanticism attached to it. Because the culture believes writing is a born talent and an artist just is but can’t become.

Put these beliefs together and you have the soul of a liberal.

The hovering hand

This pic is proof that feminism has come a long way.

Or I should rather say it has lost its way and is now a bulldozer driven by the most vilest of women and men. They along with their comrades are set to destroy the western civilization, a lot of it if not everything. The champions of women’s rights and empowerment have nothing to say about those who treat women like dogs but are busy deciding who should change the diapers and do the dishes and how men who are trying to teach grown up nerds to fight anxiety and talk to women should be banned from entering countries, and the governments of those countries oblige. Recently they had a problem with men having a casual meet up but they’re look the other way when their partners in victimhood go out raping women in the streets.

Their biggest victory is probably how they seem to have convinced a lot of men and women that women are morally superior and inherently better than man. A very powerful narrative to accomplish this has been how all the wars humanity fought for so long were basically outcomes of male aggression and drive for violence and rapes of course. The wars caused by the ignorance of medieval ages, the poverty of its philosophy and culture was all summed up as “men are just violent, raging, raping monsters”. And today they’re teaching young 9 year old boys how their gender has always been and continues to be a big problem.

They ignore how the male drive fueled by testosterone connected continents by railway lines, sent rockets to space and built the brooklyn bridge. To that they counter that women were simply oppressed and hence couldn’t get much done. Which is an amazing claim when you take into account that even in the last decade women have not made as much impact with all the empowerment in the world and that in the the first world. The culture of keeping women and children safe back home while men fought the barbarians at the city gates, they termed it oppression. The idea of keeping women at home to look after the house and children in a world in which their lower upper body strength would not have added much to the workforce and the technology to do anything more was simply absent they termed patriarchy.

And male sexuality took the biggest hit. The ten times greater amounts of testosterone coursing through our veins which makes us stronger, ambitious, aggressive and competitive also makes us incredibly horny and that became a trademark sign of a rapist. As a result of which, Elon Musk is somehow responsible for a rape committed by some village bum in Uttar Pradesh, India because they both have the same testosterone based drive.

The culmination of all this is the gender which created the human civilization and maintains it, is now forever psychologically crippled with being labelled a violent rapist while he accidentally brushes against a woman’s ass in a crowded bus, a harasser if he dares say “hi” to a cute girl walking by in a mall and an outright desperate creep if he completely places his palm on the small of a woman’s back during waltz and must spend every minute of his life proving otherwise.

The modern motivation

In the early 2000s do you remember ever seeing a guy with a big sign with something like the following walking around andheri station or on the platform? I sure don’t. Wonder what were the spartans doing to let everyone know that they just started climbing mountains as part of their combat training.

I give it to you that this is sort of grey area, I don’t want to make it sound like people are going to the restaurants and pubs just so they can put it up on facebook or that they’re going for those cool treks just for putting it up ( alot of guys go with the hopes of getting a gf too..imagine not get laid but get a gf) . .but jesus fucking christ isn’t that what it looks like?

I remember reading something which said that the chemical release you get in the brain when you tell people about your goals/plans is the same as the one when you actually attain them. And I pretty much believe that’s what fucks politicians up when they’re out there making the promises, then later the chemical release is over and so are the elections so fuck you citizen. 

Oh and this dude totally did not give up drinking I can assure you that. In fact let me take this opportunity to tell you a trick—tell fucking no one about your goals or in fact tell me people the opposite maybe. Bottle up all your dreams and ambitions and plans inside and just fucking don’t talk about it, maybe you could blog about it (i’m not sure about that) but tell no one in your fucking life about them. This way when they talk about their goals the memory of yours will stir but hey you can’t fucking tell them about it and this will remind you how you are just sitting there wasting precious fucking time, it’ll fucking eat you inside and that’s good. And if you can’t do that, you can’t have your goals deep in you and work on them without talking about it then you might as well forget about the whole thing and go watch roadies or IPL.

Greatness by proxy

Enterprises use proxy servers to provide safe and better internet use to its employees. So when you want to get to google, your connection goes to the proxy server, the proxy terminates it and starts its own connection to google and bridges both the connections thus having full control over the traffic in motion.

But let’s say your destination is a little more complex than google. It takes toil, sweat and tears to get there. It takes sacrificing your sleep, social life, your favorite food and everything else you’d rather do and even then you might not get there.

Your destination is greatness.

Well now a lot of people have now found an expressway to get there, they just count themselves in with those who are close.

Supporting your country’s cricket team is all good but my bs detectors are going off when I see how far people have taken that and I’m not sure if it’s just fandom anymore. It’s definitely not patriotism either, a patriot would find a lot more important things to focus his energies on.

My best guess is it’s just a mix of fitting in with the crowd and be excited about what everyone is excited about and of course the yearning to be a part of something big, that same feeling which brought so many to the Anna Hazare anti-corruption rallies.

But since nobody likes to think of themselves as just a two cent attention whore and everybody likes to tell think of themselves as people who don’t care about fitting in and pay lip service to individuality, the real intentions are masked by the culture as fandom and patriotism.

“The Alluring Snap”

What’s with guys thinking that every time a chick posts her pic online, a contest has started and one with the best phrase will be the first one who she opens her legs for. This isn’t Who wants to be a millionaire phone lines dammit.

Scroll up and read the last comment again — “alluring snap”. Seriously when did you say something like that to a chick? That’s like breaking into

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Every time you visit the mall, (I know most guys never say anything to a girl in a mall, that’s a different topic).

What gets me tickled is again the process of how he got to that comment, he scanned all the previous comments and saw that “looking good”, “fabulous”, “cute” and other variants thereof were taken, which forced him to push his english language skills to the limit, something he has not done since the last essay he wrote for the english paper not to mention a lot of people by heart their essays in India, I digress. Now as he was doing this, it then slowly became both an ego problem about his english skills “ofcrse i knw gud eng” he thought, “btr than all dese suckrs trying 2 get luky”. And a race to be the chosen one was always on his mind anyway “i’ll blw her mind here nw...thn wil say hi ltr in d chat. .mst buy kondums”.

And the rest as I say is misery.

A quick one for the wimmeen

Let’s start by calling it what it really is, shall we?

And with the all the lying politicians and businessmen and of course business women, it’s easy to miss the reality so let’s see it once more so we really understand what this day and the empowerment is all about.

This one sums modern femninisty women up well, right? Portrays all those qualities of independence, ambition, smarts and boy attention to detail.You see she is a women.

And with this one full points to facebook on not not encouraging unhealthy body types or as they like to say it not creating body issues by subjecting wimmen to some standard of haawtt!

And don’t miss out on how they pay due respects to black women and short haired women and I think the second one from left also has a head covering veil. . .fuck man zuker.

The next few should give us all some hope, hope that civilization just might survive thew scourges of feminism and islamism. Because there are people who still get it.

Then this one doesn’t do us any good by reminding us that after civilization does come out of the scourges we are going to have a lot of fat, unshaven armpits, unshampooed hair . .huge unwashed period blood stains? Fuck..a fatty with armpit hair and period bloo. .ok ok i’ll just stop.

And of course can’t leave the queen out, for the poor she gave them NREGA, for the muslims she gave them her everything almost no?, for the dalits and the jats she brought reservations, for the christians and again muslims she brought govt scholarships, and now for the women . .here it is, if only dogs could vote, she’d probably bend over.

 

All said and done I'm sure at the end of it we won’t have a lot chicks ..well humans who will be able to do this.

Posted by Trends Portal on Monday, 29 February 2016

And you might wana join.

Making Values Stick

In my field of work I have to type commands like the following to find problems and solve them.

And when I am not doing that I am out there finding more such commands to type in to make it easier to find the problems. I make note of all these commands so that I can find them easily to type them in when I am having problems. So just like countries my work too has it’s peace times and war.

Here’s the thing, no matter how hard I try to learn these commands during the peace times when the time for battle comes I forget how to use my weapons, I forget the damn commands and have to find them from my notes to put them in. And the rule of life being you will never find that which you immediately need, the situation is not a very nice place to be in.

But the commands I find with my blood and sweat and use during the times of battle always be with me during the next battle. There’s something about the panic, fear and the urgency and the sheer suffering in the experience that my mind makes sure the use of those weapons is not forgotten again.

Mind and Body

You must have heard of this mind body dichotomy a lot of times, of course those words have been totally fucked out now just like self-help, spirituality, meditation, travelling . .totally fucked out so bad that using them now makes people roll their eyes.

But this is something to think about, why have humans talked so much about this mind-body thing. Those buddhists guys don’t ever shut up about it and the way they used it and the philosophy they came up with later is probably one of the reasons that word is so fucked out now. I mean give away all your wants and just close your eyes and just sit for the rest of your fucking life—meaning don’t buy a tesla model S? Well fuck you monk.

I want to talk about the mind body dichotomy in terms of pain and learning. Dan Carlin has a good episode on toughness where he plays with the idea of “do tough times make tough people?”. Definitely is my answer. Unfortunately or maybe luckily we are probably not going to have those kind of tough times anymore where Genghis Khan is waiting at your city gates to sack it and then rape, loot, kill you all and then some more. Nor will we have a great depression, maybe some of those fuck ups which keep happening which gives employers a good excuse to clean up I guess but I doubt it’ll be anything really serious like 1928-29. Of course we are facing a little with the stupid muslim fucks who still refuse to shave their facial pubic hair before coming to work and when some of them got a chance to go stay in Germany they did some raping there, the fun part being the gals they raped were the ones who wanted them there, the wimmen cuntpowerment leftist liberal fucks all of them. One of them still didn’t learn though. Those muslim fucks will be taken care of eventually though, not a big existential worry.

And with that we’re all back in the basement with tyler durden. Of course ignore the anti-capitalism and anti-work propaganda.

Making your values stick

Going back to my story of remembering commands only when I’m made to use them in times of pressure—making them stick. I think values could be made to stick as well.

We just need to find a struggle, and till the zombie apocalypse begins(slow zombies hopefully) we have something else to work with or at—the gym.

Say you’re on a program like stronglifts(highly recommended) in which you start of with 20kg squats, that tests your thigh bones but is that it? What about when your thighs are sore and you are having difficulty walking around and your next workout day is here? What about when that weight is up to 60 then 80kgs and you are down on the third rep of the last set, jesus fucking christ fear grips you and you’re not sure whether you can stand up and you’re worried if your thigh bone will break and yet you do it, you finish the rep and then you go down again and do the rest 2 reps and finish you 5 sets. Did that only challenge your thigh muscles? Of course your heart is beating out of your chest at this stage but now you are sure you are thinking if you can do 80kgs then why not 82.5 next time.

You faced your fear of injury, you fought that voice in your head telling you to just put the weight down, it’s just 2 reps after all, your brain played back a memory of how good it feels to not have 80kgs weighing you down on your thighs and wanted you to just stop now. . and you chose to stay with the pain instead.

Don’t you think this daily struggle with yourself under the weights will help you to not give a fuck about tasting the dessert when you are at a party and everyone can’t shut the fuck up about how good the fucking ice cream is. Won’t it help you to choose between the new episode of that TV show and your programming video tutorial. What about living frugally because you are saving up to start your own business and not going out for drinks in an era when sarah just has to tell 800 strangers about how she was with jessica and 4 others at XXX and it was #fun #funn and #funnn.

In between feminists and the internet raising young boys and a culture in which appreciating someone else’s struggle with a few beers on TV in the form of mind numbing spectator sports and subconsciously patting oneself on the back for having the eye to appreciate it, the struggles of our time and hence forth are all but limited and so will be the values.

Her beauty and Your Beasts

Ignore her beauty

The man who trains his mind to subdue the reward centers of his brain when reflecting upon a beautiful female face will magically transform his interactions with women. His apprehension and self-consciousness will melt away, paving the path for more honest and self-possessed interactions with the objects of his desire. This is one reason why the greatest lotharios drown in more love than they can handle — through positive experiences with so many beautiful women they lose their awe of beauty and, in turn, their powerlessness under its spell. It will help you acquire the right frame of mind to stop using the words hot, cute, gorgeous, or beautiful to describe girls who turn you on. Instead, say to yourself “she’s interesting” or “she might be worth getting to know”. Never compliment a girl on her looks, especially not a girl you aren’t fucking. Turn off that part of your brain that wants to put them on pedestals. Further advanced training to reach this state of unawed Zen transcendence is to sleep with many MANY attractive women (try to avoid sleeping with a lot of ugly women if you don’t want to regress). Soon, a Jedi lover you will be.

 — The sixteen commandments of Poon

Nothing gets young men tongue tied like feminine beauty does. Especially young men. Boy I’ve been there myself and I have seen guys look reasonably terrified in the presence of some cute girl, they don’t even know. This is the best part, they know nothing about her and still she intimidates them like nothing. If you happened to come across a girl who actually is successful and get intimidated by her looks plus her success that would still make sense I guess.

In reality it’s the no knowing itself which makes this game so hard for the guys in the first place, and it’s all the more amazing that guys will fill this not knowing her vacuum with the best of qualities a human being can have. Let’s get to some specifics.

Assumption #1: Impeccable English

This is obviously in the Indian context, since speaking english is still a status symbol instead of a survival tool.

I can’t stress this enough, maybe because I have been a victim to this more often than I’d like to admit. A fair chick in good tight jeans and a simple top with beautiful long hair and this is the first go to assumption that this girl speaks very good fluent english. I can’t stress enough how guys will completely exaggerate her english language skills for some reason in their heads.

Reality: At best she’s ok, at worst a disaster.

Recently I spoke to an HR with an MBA(HR) at a top firm in my field of work and I couldn’t believe how badly she struggled with the language. She fits the bill completely with the trendy college girl chick from her linkedin profile but oh well. And this will happen most of the time if your english skills are at least on average. Most times a confident “Hi” with a slight smile dismantles all her shakespearean aura you have made up in your mind. You can almost see it on their faces how they played along with everyone thinking that she’s a fucking cousin to the brits and why not — if you have been treated like a princess perfect for most of your life for absolutely nothing except your looks what incentive is there to actually come and remove that doubt from people’s (mostly guys) mind or to work on yourself.

On top of all this be assured that India being touted as one of the most english speaking nations in the world, the reality is the english Indians actually speak is anything but good, simply listen to any bollywood star speaking the language, and that is the benchmark for the “youth” more so for the hot chicks.

Causes for the assumption:

The main reason for this belief is the low self-esteem on the guy’s part in the first place. Like most other things it’s his skills which lack in the first place and his anxiety can’t help but exaggerate that of his opponent’s.

Assumption #2: The Social Butterfly

True. Mystery always says “women of beauty are never found alone”. But is this a testimony to how fun of a person she is or what an amazing personality she has? Obviously not. It’s just her beauty which makes people want to be around her. And never forget the 60-70% orbiter guys who are figuring out a way to get in with her trying to show her what a great boyfriend they’d be if she could only see.

Assumption #3: Great taste and class

You will fall for this one if you are the nerdy kind. That means that if you a have refined tastes in movies, books, music etc. You will project that on to her as well. This is much like assuming she speaks perfect english but here you project your positive qualities on to her persona instead of negative ones.

And trust me when I say she’s not aiming for anything above HIMYM and the occasional romcom. When you think about chicks don’t need to have refined tastes in anything, as men we do that to add layers to our personalities and bring something interesting to the table by being there, for hot girls them just being there is the value they add to the people in their environment (and boobs ofcourse) which ties back well into the previous point about them being easily sociable. Think hard when was the last time you saw a cute chick turned down because she’s booorringgg like so many mortals are?

I had some more in my journal entries but I’m afraid the whole post would the look like trying to hard sort of, so we’ll leave it here for now. And parting thoughts, most men in our today's feminist world are the same as these, take pride that you're not one of them or you wouldn't be here.

Orbiter Status check

Some days ago I was sort of texting 3 chicks. Just the usual trying to setup a date, Trying to spin them plates and for some reason it just kept not happening. They’d make some excuses when i gave them a time for a date and when they’d give me a time i’d definitely turn it down, that’s my way of being like Diogenes with chicks. Obviously chicks are no Alexander though.

So the texting went back and forth, obviously it was no fun and at times excruciatingly boring. Obviously none of these chicks read anything ever, i just didn’t know what to say to them.

And so in between trying to set up dates I’d just go silent for 1-2 days in between, it was both a strategy to limit my texting them and just plain convenience, i obviously had no time to text them during both work followed by gym days.

And girl 1 and 2 both pulled of this weird trick. Of course they two totally separate people and strangers to each other. What they both did is, they both dropped me just “Good night” straight at night around 11PM. Not a single text in the last 30-35hrs but suddenly just this one text.

See this:

Orbiting can happen in a variety of ways. Orbiting is basically any relationship she keeps going long term without the intention of letting things go further.

It could be a text relationship. You meet a girl and exchange numbers. You text her to hang out, but she is busy.

Yet she still indicates interest. So you text her every once in awhile. And she keeps leading you on, without any intention to ever meet up.

I can’t find a link to a post which had a line which said, girls will send a beacon your way once in awhile just to check up on you. HAHA! In my own field of network engineering the Ping comes to mind. They’re just testing for a response and once they have it they feel safe maybe. Safe in the knowledge that yes at least mike likes me.

Here’s more:

The simple way to never become an orbiter is to ESCALATE. Always be physically moving on to the next step.

The problem is that women are crafty motherfuckers. They’ll avoid hanging out with you in a place where sex could happen—namely your place or hers. That gives her full reign when you escalate in public for her to say, “Not here!”

And then, when it’s time to go back to your place or hers somehow she’s feeling tired, sick, has to be up early or is on her period.

And then the next day she starts with the breadcrumbs. She texts you flirty, friendly messages as if she likes you. She’ll talk with you in different ways, meet up with you, confide in you and make you feel like you’re her boyfriend—except for the sex of course. Welcome to orbiterville.

By now it’s clear I am heading to orbitville, but hey I did not spend million hours reading rational male, redpill, chateau and the game and yareally just to end up as a slave to her majesty’s beauty. In fact I just now play along to see how far they exactly take and how, it’s good reference experience and blogging material if nothing else.

I can go on about how to break out from the orbit but I've shared enough resources if you really want to learn all this. I’ll just add and tell you again to be like Diogenes with women. Yes they are beautiful creatures and can melt you with it and have tremendous power over you, at least it feels so but once you understand that it’s mostly your testosterone doing all the work and you get it that they don’t really want that power you will be able to get her off that pedestal and be truly equal with her and only then you will be able to peel away the long hair, beautiful skin, the curves of her breast and thighs, the softness of it all and her childlike mannerisms and expressions and a good 90% of the time you will see a bored to death and boring as hell sjw-liberal-feminist selfie machine, surgical attached to her smartphone.

Appreciation

Rollo Tomassi is big on this in terms of inter-gender dynamics. And that is has hit me hard. Well, that and my job.

For a few days now I am just experiencing what every salaried person on the planet must have felt often and probably something some people live their entire sorry lives with.

I felt the need to be.. . A P P R E C I A T E D. ..yyiiiieeekkss.

Just two days back a colleague of mine got the ax after her occassional fuckups were getting to be regular instead of one in a million. But when you look at her choice of words on why it happened, you could sense how much she wanted to be appreciated i.e. that is when she wasn’t eat your ears about how unjust and conspiratorial the whole deal was.

To cut her some slack, her job was pretty hectic even when it was just basic. She was just a human form of OSTicket. Just had to keep a log of all tech support activities between the tech guys and the client’s tech trouble tickets. The fuck up was she had to do it in a giant 10 column excel sheet and that must have been an awful horrible experience.

But let’s not go all awwwwieee for her. If she had cut down on her facebooking and whatsapping and phone calls with her hubby darling (both just married last month) it was all doable. I mean after all . … .

The interesting part in this is even with all the fuckups she wanted to be appreciated. She wanted to be appreciated for "so much she did" and because she "travelled so far for her work".

And then came my turn.

For someone really big on link i have my fuckups too. I was sent to configure vlans for a client of ours on their 10-15 cisco switches and I fucked the whole thing up and then my boss had to pay an external consultant to come with and get the job done. Now to cut me some slack as well, I was just 4 months into the job and never had much experience with vlans and networking gear being used and so I blew the whole thing in a huge embarrassment.

But let’s not go all awwwwieee for me. If I had cut down facebooking and whatsapping and daydreaming, reading a lot of redpill and living in my fucking head so much it was all doable. I mean after all . … .

I did redeem myself—not by much but i did. I had another vlan project much much smaller and i did well there, not a big deal. And you'd never guess what i felt like afterward. I fucking wanted to be A P P R     . I bloody expected the boss to hug me the next day on what a marvellous job I did and how proud he felt. If not that I at least expected him to bring up my last VLAN fuck up and at least make some small talk with me just to ask me if i finally understand vlans, just some small talk like that, but the ruthless bastard won't even bring it up.

And that's probably why he has a million dollar IT firm with 50+ employees in a country where everybody is just waiting for a fucking festival bonus and tea at work.

You see my configuring the vlans after fucking it up once was nothing to be appreciated, it was nothing for someone else to make me feel good about, although i felt that i did it. Because that was and is my damn job. Isn't it? I absolutely didn't do anything special there at all, and it took some time to get this, now I do. Just like brushing your teeth and showering it's nothing to be praised for, it's the bare minimum you fucking do in society to get by. Imagine everyone giving you compliments and patting you on the back for showering.

And so dear reader, appreciation is a dirty bitch. It's the dessert your parents taught you to crave every night after dinner because "kids love ice cream" and that's because their parents taught them that. It's too much sugar, releases your insulin and is killing you. My simple theory now is appreciation is a game passed on by parents to the kids. Because all parents keep wanting their kids to appreciate the sacrifices they make for them and all and they keep signalling the kid mostly covertly and at times overtly to appreciate their efforts as parents, they end up teaching the kids to crave appreciation for minutest things like brushing their teeth later in life. Hate to tell you, your boss doesn't care.

So the final takeaway is just don't wait for any kind words, gestures of appreciation and pat on the backs, especially not in your professional life because doing your absolute best is just your fucking job. And circling back to the start about appreciation in relationships, I think the same stands true, the truth being no one, not your wife, kids*, gfs are ever going to appreciate you maybe one of you will have someone who will but most of you won't get any of it. Over there it'll be good to have some ground rules and principles of conduct for the people you deal with. And when lines are crossed you do what you must.

* you don’t exactly even want kids you appreciate you till they’re in their 20s, I mean it easily takes that much time to just figure things out. But even after that don’t be sure about anything.

Under the RedPill Lens — Bachi Karkaria

Every once in awhile I take out my RedPill Lens and read the mainstream columnists who write on relationships, give advice about it etc. It’s a good dose to remind myself how steeped in feminine primacy the modern society actually is. Also it helps me to gauge how far I’ve come from my BluePill days of identifying with the feminine on every fucking chance just to get  ..well a good fucking.

In the end my goal is to make note of these feminine first defaults of culture and talk to fellow men(probably save lives) on how they must navigate the sexual market place in this post radical feminist culture. The goal is not to prove to myself or anyone else how right I am or how evil women are any of that, because 1. I know she will get away with it and 2. Being right serves no purpose on its own.

A few days back, it was Bachi Karkaria.

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As you have read, our dear daughter-in-flaw is really a flawed human. She has problems with the husband talking to his own mom on the phone. And she has problems with the fact that traditional values are being expected of her(most probably she’s pissed off that anyone dare expect anything at all from her, haven’t they got the memo on what a favor she’s done on the universe by being born with a vagina).

Next she tells us how the old mother in law has high BP and is fucking afraid of dying all the time, what a fucking pussy right. Being old and having health problems and scared of death is just overacting in our princess's book.

This is the first sign of an feminist princess aka the girl you should fuck(in the ass) but never marry. This is female solipsism. Everything is about her in this universe and an old woman’s fear of death and never seeing her son again is a nuisance, just like those YouTube ads when she’s streaming repeat episodes of MTV splitsvilla. Yes we all have seen men who take their mom’s permission before spending anything from their paycheck but this certainly is not that case. She’s in a different city and still can’t stand her husband talking to her own mother. Zero empathy for anything not directly useful to her and doesn’t add to her pleasure.

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You’d expect someone who is also old and probably has high BP to sympathize with the mother in law. All that “only a woman understands another woman” BS they go on about every chance they get. Now you know that is only true in the feminism’s mothers and its daughters circles and here she has a traditional values witch troubling one of her little princesses. She immediately reminds her how lucky she is to not be under the same roof with the old witch, if that wasn’t the case I’m sure the later line would have been “Then, use all your charms*-NOT aggression -to convince your husband to move out”. 

* = no, its not objectification when its used to manipulate men with sex for one's ends

The best part is her ruthless dismissal of the poor beta boy “Sweetheart, you've married one of the most exasperating species of male: a Mama's boy, tied dutifully to her pallu.”

To understand this better we must now invite in our mists another global feminism’s mommy, the future ex-COO of Facebook as someone has called her. Bachi can use her following quote for half of the chicks who write to her about how naughty they have been fucking around in college.

“When looking for a life partner, my advice to women is date all of them: the bad boys, the cool boys, the commitment-phobic boys, the crazy boys. But do not marry them. The things that make the bad boys sexy do not make them good husbands. When it comes time to settle down, find someone who wants an equal partner. Someone who thinks women should be smart, opinionated and ambitious. Someone who values fairness and expects or, even better, wants to do his share in the home. These men exist and, trust me, over time, nothing is sexier.”

― Sheryl Sandberg, Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead

It’s safe to assume that this what our princess here went with and Bachi, Sheryl and Betty all smiled. And now a little twist came in there which is kind of a hiccup. You see the plan was to end up with a wife’s panty washer and not the mother’s pallu holder. But fret not I’m sure she’ll use her witholding-sex-technique charms and soon fix that as advised.

Also notice how a caring, loving man is the laughing stock for the very same women as “mama’s boy” and "the pallu holder", who always claim that all they ever want in a man is for him to be a caring, loving, good father material human being. Learn and remember this now my dear brothers that what they left out is that the “caring loving good boy man” is wanted but after they’re done with “the bad boys, the cool boys, the commitment-phobic boys, the crazy boys” in their younger, prettier party years. Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks gentlemen.

And how wrong the “These men exist and, trust me, over time, nothing is sexier.” turned out to be. My one theory is that this whole thing wouldn’t even be a problem if the guy just maintained an average sculpted physique and could give it to her like she really wants it. It’s because of the absence of it she gets time to worry about “how much he talks to his mom”, “how the curtains look old”, “whether vishal or ajay should be the king on spiltsvilla”, “how the kids need to put newspaper on the dining table before eating so the table cloth doesn’t get dirty”. .(yes in their own fucking house).

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The poor man at last. If we were to play the childhood game where you add a fixed word at end of the movie title and the whole thing just sounds stupid or meaningless we could do that to this guy’s life decisions too. The phrase would be  “— not appreciated”.

Rollo Tomassi writes:

“I think what most men uniquely deceive themselves of is that they will ultimately be appreciated by women for their sacrifices. Learn this now, you won’t. You can’t be because women fundamentally lack the ability to fully realize, much less appreciate the sacrifices a man makes to facilitate her reality.”

He left his parent’s house to go work in a different city for that extra 10k for the “both of us”—not appreciated. Infact he probably also left because he sensed that the “fuck tradition” empowered gal he’s got won’t want to live in a joint family—not appreciated. He must be trying really hard to tone down talking to his mom because it pisses the princess—not appreciated. After all these years he now probably realizes(as all of us do) how much his mother did and sacrificed for him and being away he just misses her—not appreciated. He has now become the loving and the kind man the feminine imperative told him women always wanted—not appreciated. 

Just not fucking appreciated.