Slut Rationalisations

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My usual word of advice for men who are starting their journey of Red Pill masculinity is to remain quiet about their formative Red Pill awareness and to be the silent observer of things in their immediate circle. Red Pill revelations can get you excited as your finally become a guy that “gets it”, and there is a great temptation to start sharing your new awareness with your social circle.

But that is usually not the best of choices to make. You need to understand that if you have been a hapless Blue Pill Beta, most of your social circle to that point will be full of similar people, or even folks who have a vested interest in you remaining that way. Being a fledging Red Pill, you may also not have yet internalised the lesson that most Blue Pill people react to reality through wishful thinking and emotions, and hence think you can convince your friends over to Red Pill realities. Most likely they will get angry and work towards shutting you down as you threaten their ego-invested paradigms.

So take my word for it, and be the strong, silent type who drinks and knows things during your early Red Pill days. Make sure you know who are really your friends and enemies before you start becoming more open with your Red Pill awareness.

Anyway this preamble isn’t what this post is about. It’s about some of the folks that I encountered during my early Red Pill days where I was just becoming aware of Red Pill realities and was making the noob mistake of being too open about it, assuming that people could be won over via logic. I hadn’t quite grasped the concept that non Red-Pill folk have ego-investments in their various paradigms, and will react with hostility to anybody who threatens them.

Lacking that awareness of the need to be covert, it wasn’t long after my initial bursts of Red Pill awareness that I started making enemies. Naturally most of them came from my female friends who had known me as the useful nice-guy from before, and they were now shocked and angry that the useful Beta was starting to express unauthorised opinions, especially those pertaining to female nature.

One of them was a nominal female friend, the kind that you just happen to friend on facebook because you were all in the same school and happened to be in the same broader social circle. She was the average modern university-educated woman, and following graduation she started dabbling more into feminism and all that fempowerment boilerplate to bring more meaning to her life. It wasn’t really atypical for post-university liberal women to try to pick up a feminist merit badge.

So she would post feminist fempowerment stuff and I would pop by to drop a truth bomb or two on her clumsier attempts to push feminist propaganda. She wasn’t really discerning in the way she chose fempowerment agendas to push however and generally hawked the stuff that would make women feel good regardless of if they were very good ideas, and that was what led to our big bust-up.

She posted one fempowerment article talking about how it was awesome for modern young women to slut around during the years of their peak attractiveness before deciding to settle down when they finally know what they want, and that’s were we came to heads.

Anybody who has been in the manosphere and delved in it’s deeper ideas would know that promiscuity is not a good recipe for long term civillisation building. Besides that, any man worth his salt and looking out for his own interests would know that a slut is most certainly NOT what he will want to consider for long term investment regardless of how feminists attempt to dress up promiscuous women as empowered and more desirable commitment options.

So I started dropping these little nuggets of truth into her slutpower narrative.

And she exploded.

She started ranting on how it was a right for women to do whatever they want. They have a right to choose who they have sex with, the right to have sex with as many people as they want, and a whole lot of other random rights that I won’t bother to list in a long rant.

In a simple counter, I pointed out arguing that you have a right to do something is the reasoning of simpletons. To find out if we ought to really do something, we should objectively look at the possible outcomes and consequences and their effect on the big picture to decide if it should be done.

Arguing that we have the right to do something just because it is a right is to put it frankly, a stupid and selfish form of reasoning, and certainly not one that engenders much respect. After all you have the right to shit all over the floor of your house and not clean it up, but it isn’t going to make visitors think that you aren’t stupid or that your house not one that is appealing to visit.

That really got to her, so she attempted to rationalise why sluthood was positive for women. She didn’t really get far beyond attempt to construct a narrative that it represented “freedom”, but I was getting the picture she didn’t really believe it herself after realising that the pot of gold at the end of the slut rainbow, the Alpha male that would finally marry her, would not find her more appealing than a public toilet.

It’s empowering when you can have all the sex you want while you are the most attractive. But that freedom looks far less appealing when you are older, less attractive, and the smart guys shun any sort of investment in you because you are used up and have no more cards left to play. All that’s left after that is a long life to think about the fun times and a lot of cats.

That realisation was threatening to shatter her ego-invested fempowerment narrative, and that’s why she was getting upset.

Fortunately a friend of hers, a real loud and proud self-proclaimed slut (let’s call her Slutgirl) decided to chime in while she was attempting to argue that getting herpes and all those other STDs really isn’t really a problem for sluts and isn’t a negative consequence of a wanton lifestyle (yep, STD empowerment is a real feminist issue, go read about it).

Slutgirl was a proudly promiscuous woman and was completely open of the fact that her special parts were well used by many different attractive men that she would meet at clubs. She enthusiastically proclaimed that the slut life was fun, empowering and was a middle finger to oppressive traditional values.

Well I wasn’t going to argue her on that, nobody is arguing that slutlife isn’t fun. It it wasn’t fun then why would women being encouraged to pursue their feral instincts be all flocking to do it? Promiscuity fun? Is water wet?

But it started getting funny when she tried to justify her slutlife as a character-building tool that was useful for the future. She claimed that being a slut allows her to know what are the best kinds of men in bed, hence it meant that she would know not to settle for second best sex from her future dumb Beta husband when she was finally ready to settle down with a guy who thinks long term.

I asked her if she really thinks the kind of hot guys she casually bangs at clubs would really be the kind that are into long term investment since they probably have a large stable of low-maintenance girls to choose from, with newer and hotter models coming in each year while the wear and tear on her carefully-maintained looks were getting harder to conceal each year.

A bit of irrelevant spluttering from her about how “real” men would not just consider her looks in response, but I knew that the truthbomb had hit home. She had made her sales pitch as a slut and she knew deep down that a smart Alpha man (the kind she is addicted to banging) would understand the true dynamics and not see her as anything worth more than a causal lay.

I went on to point out that the only realistic chance that she might have is to ensnare a thirsty Beta guy who lacks for female attention his entire life and sees her post-attractive years desperation as a godsend. But she won’t respect him and will only resent him for his Betahood, probably only giving him sex begrudgingly to keep him invested in her upkeep. And even that will probably dry up when he gets too Beta to bang.

I asked her directly, in all of this what is the benefit for the hapless Beta man? Given she has stated clearly that she would not settle for second best despite being the kind of woman that behaves in a way not worthy of commitment.

What was her real value proposition to men? Why should they give her long term investment now that she had sold away her femininity so cheaply and easily?

Crickets.

At that point Slutgirl’s friend decided to block me and delete the conversation. The whole fempowerment gig didn’t go as they planned. Two idealogical enemies made. Also, my Red Pill awareness was made apparent to the audience of this conversation, which was undoubtedly quite a number of my libertard “friends”.

I wouldn’t recommend arguing with feminists, Blue Pill guys and SJWs for this reason- because it’s generally futile and also you make people aware of your idealogical stances. Red Pill knowledge is your secret weapon and as an insurgent you need to play with your cards close to your chest. So learn from Talon’s lessons.

But this little melee did bring up some rather interesting observations about that modern fempowered women, you can learn from this instead of needing to fight one on your own. These melees are like smashing atoms in a particle accelerator to see the fundamental particles that make them up- smashing their ideas in debate and having people react allows you to see the true underlying rationalisations and feral instincts that drives their beliefs.

Firstly, it is apparent that they don’t think five years ahead and are addicted to the dopamine rush of living the slut lifestyle even if it dooms them to poor outcomes in the future.

Secondly, the slut life it is all about maximal female agency. They don’t care about the negative effects it has on soceity if this culture is practiced by large. The only thing that matters is that they have the right to do it, not if it is actually a bad decisions. It’s all about having the right to get their dopamine fix and they will retroactively engineer any rationalisation to allow them to get it.

Thirdly, men are just tools and pawns in this game. The slut wants to enjoy sexual relations with a large variety of attractive men and hopefully get one (highly unlikely), if that fails, the hapless Beta man becomes the back up pawn. Most likely this story will end for the Beta in a “wife” that resents him, a sexless marriage, and eventual divorce where she can take him for his assets after a few years before getting back on the cock carousel.

Fourthly, the women who are into this kind of living have virtually no awareness of their own value proposition for long term commitment to a man. They literally do not even think about it at all, assuming that all they need is to bang their way to commitment.

A masculine man has standards, and he knows exactly what he expects from a woman he puts long term investment into. Regardless how much fempowerment may attempt to rationalise for and dress up the slut as the ideal female that men should put a ring on, the masculine man knows her true value for marriage.

And that is very little indeed.

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