What's next?

What do we do with the evopsych stuff we have learnt after swallowing the Red Pill?

This is the question I have been asking myself a lot lately.
And it looks like I am not the only one!

At least two Manosphere bloggers that I have read have made me think more along those lines recently...

The first is TPM...
You know you've taken The Red Pill when...

I guess his list applies mostly to  men, although I certainly nodded when I saw one or two of those.
A few ladies added their own.
I nodded in agreement with those as well.

I could add a few of my own:

You know you've taken the Red Pill when...

1. You at least consider wearing 4-inch heels to the gym every time without fail, until you come to your senses and put on your trainers :-)
2. You start looking at people's hands not for evidence of piano-playing abilities but to check if they are 'high T' or not :-)
3. Anything that comes out of Hollywood instantly annoys you.
4. You get invited to a wedding and your first thought is: Have they both visited Athol's site yet?
5. Your brother says 'please' to you for the first time in his entire life and you wonder if he is turning into a massive beta on you :-)
6. You start rating everyone on the train according to SMV ranking, including yourself.
7. You feel an uncontrollable urge to cook for everyone in your vicinity.
8. You see a group of young people and you want to force-feed them The Red Pill, despite already being a pariah as a result of such tendencies.
9. You hear about a divorce and your first move is to ask if she wasn't 'happy' parrot-fashion, whatever the context you are given, Vicky Pollard style:

"Hannah and Jim are getting divorced."
"Is she unhappy?"
"It was Jim who asked for the divorce."
"Yeah but, no but, is she unhappy?"
"Jim is having an affair."
"Yeah but, no but, is she unhappy?"
"Jim moved out 5 months ago."
"Yeah but, no but, is she unhappy?"
"Jim says she got too fat after the twins were born."
"Yeah but, no but, is she unhappy?"

10. You go to church and you know exactly why there are no young men there.

It is funny how once you've taken this Pill, it pervades every area of your life.
It should come with a health warning, like all other pills :-)
Danny once said to me: 'There's no going back once you take this Pill'.
So true.
That means that unfortunately, I am stuck in this milieu for the rest of my life.
But I prefer this to Blue Pill ignorance.
*grin*

I certainly now look at women with 'masculine eyes'.
And I look at men with 'hypergamous intent'.

I now know exactly why a woman might be struggling to find or keep a mate. I am still no expert, but give me 5 minutes with her and I might have a plausible answer.
I can spot alphas and betas more readily than before. Or rather, I can spot alpha and beta 'moments' in a man.
And when I see couples, I am 'reading' their interaction like an open book.
This is all exhausting, but fun :-)
With my resolve not to watch so much TV, I have to find other ways to entertain myself somehow :-)

Maybe this is an extension of my 'synaesthesia', but I also now see everything in terms of male and female, even inanimate objects. Of course, it could also be a function of European languages having a 'gender' for everything.

To me nowadays...
A piano is feminine.
A church organ is masculine.

A sunny, blue sky day is feminine.
Stormy weather with thunder and lightning is masculine.

A lake is feminine.
A mountain is masculine.

A kiss on the cheek is feminine.
A bear hug with the potential to temporarily decrease your lung capacity is masculine.

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I always resolved to keep away from PUAs and their message. I felt it was a bit too 'male locker room' for me.

Even though I could see why their use of evopsych theories might help them in their quest...
Even though I understood why it is vital to know certain things about women. Things I did not know about my gender, and therefore about myself. But which I am glad I know now.

They do say though that once you start down that slippery slope, it's all the way down non-stop, or something to that effect.
I knew when I made a reference to Roosh on the post about foreign women that I had gone down a slippery slope...
And now well on the way of my descent I link to another PUA.
(God help me :-).
My hamster says it's OK, though, because this PUA is British.
And he is no longer a PUA anyway. He is a 'reformed PUA' or something. (Does this exist?).

I found this post very interesting. (Do excuse the colourful language beginning with the title!)
Before encountering The Manosphere, I would have concluded that this young woman was silent the whole time because she 'loved' this man. Simple as that. Or so my hamster would have had me believe.
My hamster, though, would have led me down the wrong rabbit-hole... again.
Apparently it is not so simple, as Krauser explains (like I am a 6 year old).
Fascinating stuff!

So my question is...

What do we do with all this knowledge we have acquired?
Does a man 'prepare' himself for the day when his wife goes 'EPL' on him, because, well, AWALT?
Does a woman accept cheating from her husband because well, men are subject to The Coolidge effect?
Should all fat women just hit the gym until they are a decent size again and not be seen nor heard from in the interim?
Should betas expect to keep getting the crumbs from their alpha brothers whilst they 'alpha up'?

How do we go from 'knowledgeable' to 'profiting from said knowledge'?
This is my first 'how' question.
I think I am done with the 'whys' now :-)



The following person was lucky enough to have taken the Red Pill in infancy...
But like me, he doesn't know what to do with his education of the third kind...
Can we help him out?

 Yup!



 Still waiting for answers...

This is tough...

 Having reached the grand old age of 3, still nothing...

 They said an education would provide some answers...

 OK, so that was an outright lie...



Right now, the priority is to fnd some answers before check-out time...

:-)





Did they not get the memo?

Have you ever sauntered in to a meeting at say, 10 am one day, only to find that you are like a half hour late and everyone looks at you with that look: didn't you get the memo? The one that said the meeting had been moved from 10 to 9:30?

Am I the only one this happens to?
I sure hope not :-)

One of the principles of this blog is that I don't write about me specifically, unless a specific detail about me is highly relevant to the post.
Here is one occasion where I shall use 'me' as a post subject in specific way to make a specific point.



Any woman who regularly reads Manosphere blogs knows that Rule number one is that men want feminine women.
It should be instinctive.
Same as women want masculine men.

But out and about, it seems there are so many women who simply didn't get the memo.
These women may be very beautiful. In fact they often are. Which makes it so much sadder.
Some are even in fact feminine in their behaviour.
I only know this because even if my interaction with them is of a short duration, I can tell, because I am a woman myself and I have trained myself to sometimes see other women with 'masculine eyes'.
It's fast becoming a fun-hobby of mine.


But I notice that a man will not usually get past a less-than-feminine exterior to go looking for a woman's feminine interior. Most men are far too visual for that.
Gentlemen, correct me if I am wrong on this!

If the outside of the house ain't appealing, he is not going to knock on the front door.
Most men if not visually stimulated will simply move on.
If he was a single, tall, dark, handsome, rich, intelligent, highly educated, sporty and eloquent man with Wim Diesel's physique, that's another one that got away :-)
*sigh*
Um, did I just give away my 'list'?
:-)
Just kidding...


I digress.
No woman is 100% feminie all the time. Not many women wear dresses and skirts and high heels all year round.
But it is possible to look and feel feminine even in trousers. It is a 'mind' thing. A mindset.
Very few women are 'born' like that, I have discovered.
Sometime in her life, the 'switch' occurs. It could be intrinsic. It could be in reaction to (cough, cough) 'external forces' :-)

I think I was a fairly feminine child. At least from old photos and what I can recall.
But I was definitely not the 'pink and princess' type.
Sure, I had the 'baby substitute'. It just wasn't a doll in pink.

Then I hit the growth spurt which took me a while to complete.
I was definitely a late bloomer.
I think until I was 20 no-one except my parents knew I was actually a girl.
Alright, that's a slight exaggeration...

When I was 11, I had to take a transatlantic flight sans adult. I was being sent to spend a holiday with some relatives and it was not possible to be accompanied by either parent or any other adult on the actual journey. So I was plonked on the plane and I was met at the other end by an adult.

At 11, I was already almost at my present height. I was in the middle of a growth spurt. I had short hair and I was skinny. I hadn't yet arrived on Planet Woman. In fact I hadn't even started the journey. I had the humble beginnings of a 'rack' (thank you Danny for expanding my vocabulary :-) but they were not yet visible through a jacket. My attire consisted exclusively of trousers and T-shirts. I was most definitely in the throes of a tomboy phase as I recall.

Going through the security check at the airport, the beep of the metal detector goes off. It may have been my belt or a bracelet or whatever.
A security guard needs to 'frisk' me.
Had I been accompanied, I reckon I would have been directed to a (gender-)appropriate security guard by my chaperone.
Being 11, and never having ventured too far from my familial environment, I did not see anything wrong in approaching the male security guy who beckoned for me to come forward to be frisked.
I got frisked.
He suddenly looked up at me and exclaimed: 'But you are a girl!'

Erm, I had never claimed otherwise. I looked back at him with a look that said, 'Well yes, I know that! Is this an offence that could get me arrested?'
It was not apparent to me at that age that I looked nothing like a girl. The hurried shuffling of me towards a female security guard was what tipped me off as to what had gone wrong.
No-one had guessed that I was in fact not a boy.
The only way the guard could tell I was a girl was because, erm...how can I put this in a delicate manner...his palpation of my corporal entity had yielded some unexpected results :-)
His grubby hands had found some mammary tissue-in-development.


At age 11, one could be forgiven for not exactly oozing femininity.
But at age 30? 35? 40?

Several times I have seen what looks like two men walking together. Only to get closer and realise with a start that one of them was a woman.
If short hair is 'unfeminine', a crew-cut hairstyle like the Marines have is definitely more so.
Tattoos are the other thing that seem to visually reduce one's femininity. Danny gives us an example here.

The other way femininity is being lost is the manner in which some women conduct themselves. Looking like a man is bad enough. Acting like a man is far worse in my opinion. The irony here being that it is often exaggerated in some weird type of compensatory mechanism akin to the exaggerated and often comical mannerisms of the male-to-female transsexual or the older man in drag or a comedian ala Dame Edna Everage (below).

Each to his own.
But I am beginning to see how as a woman, being feminine inwardly and externally is the way to go.
Because I am not 11 anymore.

I found this very funny video on a blog a while ago. I think it was a traditional Christian women's blog, believe it or not. This video though is anything but. Satirical doesn't even begin to cover it!
It should really be in my 'Shock factor' post because the irreverence here is just so shockingly outrageous it is downright hilarious.
Echoes of Eminem here, for sure.
At least you can't claim I didn't warn you :-)

I think Natalie Portman deserves the  'Best Actress' gong for this brilliant display of exemplary femininity!