You’re probably familiar with the concept of the “red pill” as it relates to women, but for those who aren’t, let me explain it in a paragraph:

According to Red Pill praxeology, all women, without exception, dislike the "nice guy"—the good, polite, and moral men; instead, they are attracted to jerks, thugs, and bad boys. Until their late twenties, or even their early thirties, they hang out with these men, engaging in emotional and sexual relationships. The relationships they experience are generally unserious and do not lead to marriage. Either the women leave, or the men they love leave them. When these women pass the age of thirty, they still want those men; if they had the chance, they would hang out with them for the rest of their lives. However, those men no longer want these women; they want young women in their twenties. Consequently, these women can no longer attain the men they desire. In this situation, these women either remain single for their entire lives, never marrying, or they reluctantly marry those nice, good, polite, and moral men they do not love just to settle down and have children. They do this because they are forced to; they have no other options. Their only choice is the men they don't actually find attractive. Later, for one reason or another, they divorce, bleed their ex-husbands dry under the guise of alimony, and live off their backs for life, or they cheat on their husbands with alpha males—the ideal male model of the red pill. In other words, they exploit the resources of their beta husbands and secretly have sexual intercourse with alpha males. In short, the most famous slogan of the red pill, "alpha fucks, beta bucks," comes true. They might even get pregnant by alpha males and foist the baby upon their beta husbands saying, "this baby is yours," which results in beta husbands unknowingly fathering other men's children for years, perhaps for their entire lives.

If we look at the profile of the woman depicted by the red pill, we see a being devoid of empathy, unfaithful, entirely self-serving, and, so to speak, a “pure-bred villain.” At this point, I really want to ask those who advocate for the red pill: You’ve only come into this world once—why are you chasing after such a horrific and parasitic being, as you yourselves describe it? Just to get them, you’re wearing yourselves out for months, maybe even years, spending energy and money, and trying to build up your status. All those books you’ve read, the hundreds of videos you’ve watched, the tactics you’ve memorized... Is it really worth it? I certainly don’t look down on a man who works on himself to attract women. Just as we strive to acquire the qualifications required for a job, the same can be done for romantic relationships. It makes perfect sense. But the “job” analogy you’re using to describe your goal is like a company that will betray you the moment you turn your back, and crush you at the slightest sign of weakness! If the “big reward” you’ll receive once you’ve completed your personal development is such a toxic and ungrateful entity, then what’s the point of all this suffering? You’re putting in massive effort only to end up buying a ticking time bomb. Is your self-respect really that low?