It’s all your fault.

Before you learned that it is pointless to argue with women, you might have noticed a lot of your arguments involved her explaining to you why a situation was your fault. You would get dumb and counter her. She would dig in and escalate things to a fight. She would use your confusion as the reason you don’t care for you. Everything would go to hell and your dick you remain decidedly dry that evening. At some point, deciding a dry dick is not worth being innocent of the crime, you will accept some measure of blame to defuse the situation

Most of you will remember this dance, so we can start from a common experience.

For men blame is primarily functional.

The problem with blame for men is that it is functional—it does things. If you take the blame in a court, you get thrown in a cage. If you take blame in a car accident, your insurance costs more. If you take blame in a paternity case, you are now daddy, even if your semen didn’t form the baby. When faced with blame, men instinctively resist it, only to accept it if the calculus of the situation warrants it—you get a lighter sentence if you take a plea deal and your dick gets wet if you agree it was you that left the shower dripping, even though you’ve been taking your showers at the gym for the last month.

Accepting blame for a male is always agreeing to a sub-optimal situation.

For women blame is primary emotional.

The problem (and benefit!) of blame for women is that it is mostly emotional. (I understand that sometimes women end up with real consequences including jail time, but this topic is about managing blame, not if they ever or never end up with it.). Managing blame clarifies who gets to feel what—who feels guilty, who feels sorry, who feels righteous, who feels indignant, who feels a whole bunch of things. This is why blame requires no conviction on fact—it isn’t deciding truth, but other deciding who gets to feel what. Women love doing this sort of thing, as it both plays to their strength of multi-factor communication AND it allows them to replace objective reality with feelings both singularly and collectively.

Managing blame for a female usually improves the situation.

Remember that shower that you haven’t used in a month that you left dripping. When your dick was finally up her ass again the settled reality is that YOU did it. She feels righteous. She assumes you feel sorry, which itself emotional currency for her to spend later (topic for another day). This is a sub-optimal situation for you, but you accept it, and an improved situation for her (positive feelings, emotional currency, lack of consequences and guilt free dicking from you).

I think I just struck oil.

If you have followed any of my saga, you would remember there was a step in my red pill journey where I just ceased to care about how Legal Cohabiting Female felt, which liberated me to do something very powerful: I refused to argue with her. Never. I still won’t. I will listen to her grievances. I will adjust my behavior if it makes sense. That’s it. She still rumbles up from time to time, but the wall will not fall. And that’s not to say she doesn’t get her way, because she does—but not because I gave in to a fight, but because it made sense absent of the emotional delivery.

During one of these rumblings, I let her finish her emotional ejaculation. I recognized there was indeed an issue that needed to be addressed. But I’m also a dick. So I said, “ok, now that we are finished with the assignment of the blame” and then continued with my remedy for the situation. She actually laughed and accepted my solution without reservation, emotional backlash or any other underhanded female machinations.
Wait? She didn’t bring out the siege engines to topple the my wall? I was actually surprised how well it worked. And it worked again and again.

And then I branched out. I lost my mind and did it during an office meeting with a lot of hens. They laughed and then stepped in line. I did it with the mother hens of my youngest’s friends. Yep. Tee hee. I have never had someone push back on me.

Because its needs to be your fault

Since you have all read the sidebar, you should easily recognize which basic RP concept I used there. If you don’t, then it’s time to hit the sidebar again—it’s that obvious. However this is not meant to be a refresher course on that. This is about how you empty your balls inside of an actual woman.

To explain this, let me tell you about a time I failed. Many long years ago I was invited the dorm room of a rather delicious looking vixen. When she opened the door, she was only wearing a robe. We sat on the floor and in a way that occasionally I would get a glimpse of the irrefutable evidence that she was naked under the robe. She scooted close to me and showed me a photo-album of her in high school (why do women do this?). While showing me the pictures she actually slipped in “I’m on the pill” into her narrative of how she didn’t like being a cheerleader but liked the outfit. This was the Oden’s Hammer of Sexual Cues right over my fucking head—and I didn’t get laid that night.

I can’t explain why I didn’t move on her, since I fucked her roommate in the very same room another time and that was all on me. However that explains why I didn’t get laid—it had to be my fault. This chick was so grinding to get fucked that she made the date, secured the location, disrobed, got into physical position to be taken and vocally announced that birth control was handled. But it still had to be my fault. All I needed to do was to be the first to touch and then it would be my fault.

How many of you have a story like this? Probably a lot. Back when I gave a shit about what normies thought, I’d see threads like this on AskReddit. Even if you are explicitly cleared for takeoff, the plane isn’t getting up into her ass unless you deal with the assignment of the blame. Yes, sometimes she will have this figured out already and is emotionally ok with it being hers—then she will initiate. However this is a VERY rare occurrence for the first encounter. Women know as well as men that one dick a thousand times is infinitely preferable to 1000 dicks one time. So be ready to take the blame for increasing the N-count, because otherwise you are going to be left increasing your personal palm-job count.

Let us circle back to something I said before—taking the blame is a sub-optimal situation for men. Got sex, who cares, right? Generally, that’s how we operate but it is important to recognize what is sub-optimal in this situation. The blame you take for the sex is in the hands of the hamster. If it is great sex with a hot guy, the hamster will be a kind custodian of it. If it is shitty sex with Captain Grossness, the hamster will stew. Certainly she wouldn’t just LET that happen to her, would she? On the spectrum of how the blame will be handled, on one end to the extreme you have created an alpha widow who will always crave what happened to her. Good work. The extreme of the other end is you are now a rapist. This is why a customized confluence of red pill tools are needed to slay and slay safely. Keep your dick wrapped. Hold your frame. It can be dangerous to rely on cheap tricks to open her lips. Be someone she wants to fuck her. Get weak? Get wishy-wahsy? Become a turd? Get fat? Welp, you better hope the hamster has a short memory…

Ok before any of you get the Sperg tattoo.

I can’t believe I need to say this, but understand this isn’t prescriptive advice. Don’t barge into your next staff meeting and announce it is time to dispense with the assignment of the blame. Spergtown and the Unemployment office might gain a new resident. Everything I did as described in this post was in a context (including fucking the roommate). I am a very direct but openly playful personality—I get away with this sort of shit all the time.

Also if you keep pushing the same button, you’ll eventually break it. Predictability is a dire enemy to your goals of keeping your dick wet and your available vaginas under control. This isn’t a “red pill tactic” as the PPD bloopers would call it. You don’t sing the magic incantation and vaginas automatically open up every time. Put tools in the box and use as needed, and then perhaps you will get your tool into her box.