"Frailty, thy name is woman."

-Shakespeare

This is just a little field report on an interesting thing that happened last night with my wife that got me reflecting on frame. I took her to a new ramen place in town for dinner. She likes Pho’ and had never had made to order ramen before so I thought she would like it. Place was cool, service was a little spotty, but overall we had a nice dinner. When she ordered her soup I caught the waiter as he was turning to leave and told him to make her soup spicy since I know that is how she likes it. She was thankful and couldn’t believe she forgot to ask for it that way. I just told her, “I know what you want better than you do, babe, nothing new there.” Amused Mastery tone with a smile and wink thrown in for good measure.

When her soup came it wasn’t spicy enough for her so she added some siracha sauce. No big deal. After dinner at a new place, we always discuss what we liked/disliked and if we will go back again. So, my wife says to me, “It was okay. I give it like a three out of five and would go back, but if they didn’t do a little better next time I probably wouldn’t go back a third time.”

I think to myself, that’s a solid opinion and sounds good. Now immediately after this her phone rings. It’s one of her girlfriends that lives in our part of town. The girl asks what we are doing and my wife gets very bubbly and goes on to tell her friend how we just left this “amazing” new place in town that is the “best”. She goes on to give details about her delicious spicy soup and how glad she is we found this place now and how she is going to have to resist the temptation to eat there every day now.

Before my Red Pill plunge a couple of years ago I would have thought, wow my wife is a fake bitch. Now I know that ALL of them are fake bitches. They all fucking posture and re-write reality in the moment they are in.

This whole spinning reality on a moment’s notice thing got me thinking about frame. A woman’s frame is so mutable, it is literally like the fucking weather. Women can go from one opinion to another in a moment’s notice. They can change emotional states as easily as changing an outfit. We all wear different social “masks” depending on who we are interacting with, but women are the fucking masquerade masters. I have caught women lying about the most banal unnecessary shit, for no apparent reason. This is their nature, gentlemen. Ever-changing emotions and re-writing reality for who knows what reason.

So much of the frustration we as men experience is the result of living in their frame. Men are naturally rigid and strong in our emotional framework. The Feminine Imperative de-programs that natural state out of us, usually when we are little boys getting in trouble for being too aggressive. Shakespeare had it right, women are frail and chaotic. The Feminine Imperative would have us all believe that women need a man who can connect with her emotions and “cry when she is crying” and to also express his feelings openly as well. THIS IS MEGA FUCKING BLUEPILL BULLSHIT.

You should look at her emotional states the same way the captain of a ship looks at the weather. You navigate your behavior through it but you don’t jump off the deck and go swimming into a maelstrom. We talk about frame all the time and this is what we mean. Do not enter her frame, it is a dangerous place for a man because our brains are not evolved to come to conclusions emotionally, we are primarily logical creatures. With that said, do not ignore her emotional state, this can lead to her needing comfort, which might be your goal, but if it isn’t you need to balance being aware of her current frame without entering it.

Amused Mastery

I think this is where many men are confused about Amused Mastery. We talk about it as if it’s just about being cocky, but it is so much more than that. If you truly understand the nature of women (as much as anyone can for that matter) than you will start to exhibit Amused Mastery naturally. This assumes you’re not a Red Pill Rambo who cannot transition out of the anger phase. We let them pull us into their frame with their shit tests, nagging, and drama. We don’t navigate through their emotional storms, we jump right into it like Lieutenant Dan in Forrest Gump! Guys, let’s do better. They are fake, they are natural liars, they are frail and emotionally unstable. They are also pretty and smell good and have vaginas, which is nice.

Just look at it all and laugh then go lift some weights and eat some protein.

TLDR: LIFT!