We are immersed in a sexual market that, for reasons I have explained at length on this blog, greatly disadvantages beta provider males and encourages female solipsism and romantic recklessness. Beta male thirst is at an all-time high (this despite the enervating effect of porn and vidja gaming), and with this thirst comes an aggressive retreat from early marriage and child-bearing and a decade of prime female nubility spent in the urbanite pleasuredome squandering supple snatch on usually quixotic quests to nab an alpha male winner as husband and king.
The upside to all this beta male thirst and beta female folly is that the poz-facilitated bluster of the latter exposes the former to the gearbox working under the hood of female sexuality. More beta males who would normally go to their graves devoted polishers of the pussy pedestal are being forced by the unleashed female id to confront the bankruptcy of their romantic ideals, and the reality they are getting front row seats to observe is not a pretty one.
No heretic is as zealous as the former acolyte betrayed by a gullible adherence to his earthly faith, and so what we unsurprisingly hear is a growing chorus of bitter-tier beta males and sympathetic woke females calling out the grimy grasping alpha fux beta bux biodirective to which women used to silently acquiesce but lately have taken to announcing their fealty loudly and proudly.
It’s a stretch, but I can imagine a near future when our debased dying culture so profoundly exposes and amplifies female sexual nature, giving it free roam, that the beta males who would normally resign themselves to a lifetime in nuptial service to sloppy seconds (which they now know were parceled for free to jerkboys when freshly firsts) decide that such a dispiriting fate — paying through the nose for pussy with only a few years of shelf life left — isn’t worth the effort, and deign to do something about it by either holding sluts and spinsters responsible for their romantic choices or learning how to charm girls and get a little of that sweet maximally fertile action that the cads enjoy free of charge.
Filed under: Biomechanics is God, Girls, Ugly Truths
