For those who don’t know, FeministX is a blogger (or is that “bloggette”?) who is somewhat known in Game and HBD circles. Though she claims allegiance to Feminism she doesn’t write a heck of a lot about it. Like most HAPs (Hindu American Princesses), she obsesses over finding the right guy for marriage and so on, in that kind of indolent, vapid way that those cut from the uppercrust cloth tends to do.
Although I find most of what she says at turns repugnant and revolting, I must say that one thing she’s mentioned several times in as many months is 100% true, and much to my fellow Brothers In Game’s chagrin-it is incredibly easy for a Woman to get laid. Not just the “HB10s” of the world-
-just about ANY Woman.
It’s true, and only the naive or the ideological could see it otherwise.
Last week’s big story out of New York City is a case in point. Former New York Mets General Manager and (now former, because he was fired) ESPN Baseball analyst Steve Phillips was caught red-handed w/a mistress known as the Tubby Tempstress-and as if her size weren’t enough to add insult to injury for those of you who find such a thing a turnoff, she’s NOT attractive in the face either. Keep in mind, Phillips’ wife is not a bad looking Woman of 40 or so, and as a very successful guy could pretty much write his own ticket to Women who were at least consistent 7s on the Beauty Scale.
Yet, there he was, arm wrapped around the Tubby Tempstress.
Wow.
While Roissy and others have attempted to explain what could only be in their minds a bizarre turn of events, it’s pretty simple to me-for guys, getting laid takes LOTS of work-unless you find yourself in that very small group of guys who have something extra, an edge-be it Leading Man looks, Richard Branson-style wealth or Mystery & Style level GAME. Otherwise, you pretty much have to take what you can get out there on the sexual market-and the dirty little secret is, that guys settle a whole heck of a lot more than Women do. The proof is in the pudding-pardon the pun.
FemX claims to have “field tested” her theory out, by crafting online personas of Women of differing ages, sizes, colors and the like-including senior-citizen aged, and weighing well over 300lbs-and she claims to have gotten responses from many guys, guys who are, so she claims, quite attractive, etc.
Obviously, neither I, nor anyone else reading this can verify her “findings”, but we really don’t need to-a quick look around tells the story. All of us have seen at least one instance, per day, of a good looking guy w/a chick who is “OK” to really subpar, however you may define that. And, a quick look at the pornworld should be enough to convince anyone that old ladies, fat ladies, and yup, even ugly ladies, can and do get wood-often, lots of it. There are entire niche markets for this sort of stuff, and look, the numbers don’t lie-if there wasn’t market for it, no one would buy it.
So, what’s my point? Simple-I think we need to stop Hatin’ on the Fugly Chicks of the World. Why?
Because, and again I’m just being real here, unless you, as a guy, are getting laid more than a dozen times a year, with the Woman or Women of YOUR CHOICE, you really don’t have any room to talk. The vast majority of Women out there can easily outpace you in terms of purely getting laid. Yea, yea, I know what you’re going to say-its about quality, not quantity. Nice try, Keyboard Warrior-but it doesn’t take a STEM guy to know that when you have NOTHING, ANYTHING IS BETTER. The Perfect is always, always, always, the enemy of the Good. Or in this case, the Not So Hot.
One of the great things about Game is that it focuses on actual results, not theories. Bottomline: unless you’re macking like Roissy or some of the other PUA types you read about, you really don’t have a heck of a lot of room to talk, and a smart Man would be a bit more circumspect about the Not So Hot Ladies. They’re doing the world a tremendous service, because without them, most of you guys would almost assuredly be at home this weekend, doing the David Alexander with Skeletor’s left hand.
I’m just sayin’.
The Obsidian
