“Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord.” (Ephesians 5:22)

Listen up tradcons and Peterson fanbois, self-improvement junkies and top-OYS’ers alike: there is absolutely nothing Red Pill about marriage, religion, traditional conservatism, or even self-improvement, necessarily. MRP isn’t about building better men (wtf does that even mean?) as if sex is some abject, potential outcome of that process. It’s about men who are in LTR’s or married and are still getting laid like fucking warlords swapping notes with each other or helping new guys learn the ropes so they can then start swapping notes and we can all improve and get laid and live a good life where our needs get met. If you want to do the work to become one of those men, that’s great, but self-improvement in and of itself is not Red Pill. It’s merely one thing that can be done to enable you to use the knowledge you get from TRP successfully. If you are not getting the sex you want, and it is not part of your MAP; if sex is just a possible outcome of some self-improvement scheme, what the fuck are you doing? This isn't Tony Robbins: Heavy.
 

When you read a verse in the Bible with a tinge of misogyny, you are not reading “Red Pill Truths” (gay). TRP is not misogynistic, it is merely a praxeology attempting to understand the male-female dynamic through mostly anecdotal evidence (swapping notes) and some through more thorough analysis (e.g., Rollo). You’re not a “Red Pill Christian”. It’s not that “the Bible is Red Pill af it’s just not taught that way anymore!” It was never Red Pill, it will never be Red Pill, and your fantasies already have a name: The Purple Pill. Congrats on never being your own mental point of origin. God fills that role for you. It must be nice to have an alpha to defer to. You know, one who you can always ask for guidance, and no matter the result, it was always in your best interest, since you are incapable of determining that for yourself. When you put too much stock in one thought leader (Peterson, Rollo, whomever), you're doing the same thing as the religious nutjobs. We have guys posting content here who don't get laid regularly.
 

You look to the manosphere to hamster your narrative. You read with a fervor unmatched. You’re doing everything they say, but do you realize when you’re picking and choosing how to make it fit the life you already have to your own detriment? For your ego? Wait, that’s kind of like what people do with the Bible. Interesting. It must be nice to have paper alphas to defer to. You know, the ones you can always look to for guidance. Guys who “get it” and “get you” and “understand” what you’re going through. If Married Red Pill is just about building better men, we’re doing a hell of a job of building better betas around here. Shit, you guys are killin’ it really. You’re following the lead of the mods and approved guys. You’re asking for raises at work or growing your business. You’re putting away money for a mortgage. You’re taking your kids to soccer practice and planning their birthday parties. Your wife doesn’t even have to do chores anymore! You’re a hell of a plow-horse. We just converted you from unleaded to diesel. You think an IOI is abundance mentality? GTFO.
 

In truth, I want you to succeed. Why? Because I want more guys to swap notes with. Not because I want you to be happy or "improved". I give literally no fucks if you’re happy. I don’t care if there are more “better men” out there (wtf does that even mean?). Actually, less makes my life even easier. You’re my competition. So keep lifting weights and getting duty sex. When my wife gives you an IOI tomorrow and you’re gleefully enjoying the euphoria of abundance mentality, I’ll be at home fucking her brains out. Tomorrow, I’ll set my eyes on your wife. And while she’s swallowing my dick, I’m glad you’re home cleaning the garage, doing her dishes, and taking care of everything else. I’d hate for her to have to leave early. I like taking my time.
 

If you’re married, you most likely fucked up. There’s nary a circumstance where you didn’t. This place isn't here to make you feel good about it since you're losing weight. If you’re making the most of it, and getting your needs met (or are on the path to, with complete acceptance of all possibilities A.K.A. OI), you’re doing it right. You're “owning” your past decisions and living life on your (new) terms (i.e., "owning" your future). If you’re just self-improving for the sake of feeling better or for a hope and a dream your wife will tag along, and your needs are not met, you, my fake internet friend, are a beta plow-horse. We need you, though, so I can have nice cars and enjoy life’s luxuries, so thank you for that.
 

Do the self-improvement work. Chart your MAP and become more masculine. It’s all necessary, but in the end, we are here to get fucked. Don’t fool yourself. Sex is not a guaranteed outcome of doing self-improvement work. That’s called a covert contract. Keep telling yourself it will come. There’s a difference between being a badass and seeking counsel with other badasses when something new comes your way, being a loser who is genuinely trying to surround themselves with badasses so they can learn what they can do to become one themselves (immersion), and being a loser who looks to badasses to validate whether he’s still a loser (or for an attaboy). Reminder: you don't know anyone on this sub personally and for all you know, we are all feeding you horeshit for our own amusement.
 

Some months ago, I deleted most of my shit, because I was getting PM's and comments on my posts that were cringey and annoying. "Another great post from ddp! Saving this one!". And I was like 1 year in, just trying to make sense of everything. I still am. Fuck off. Anyone who is here to get a following is just using you for their own gain (aka you are their beta friend/follower). Until you embrace being your own judge - until you learn that getting laid regularly with passion is a key feature of a valuable life as a man - you are LARPing alpha on your harpy wife, have a covert contract about your self-improvement game, and you're beating off on the OYS boards. Worse than porn. Far worse. At least porn involves tits.