I see a lot of guys on here bitching and bellyaching about hypergamy and AWALT. I completely understand the sentiment. However, before you attempt to plug back in and give up because the comforting BP lies feel better than the cold RP truths, try a change of perspective.
BP "philosophy," i.e. Disney/RomCom/Feminism/SJW/etc, has taught men that when you find the girl of your dreams, you are supposed to show that girl that you love her by sacrificing of yourself, placing her needs above yours, and abandoning the life you lived in favor of a happily ever after that I'm sure most of you by now have discovered doesn't exist. It just fucking doesn't. And it hurts to have that facade pulled away. So you take to the Internet, you bitch and complain about how AWALT, consider giving up on women, get your ass in a knot about rape hysteria and other unfair laws governing men, and make it a point to spout off RP stuff any time you see the opportunity because you know and you want others to know you know.
Do you feel any better? Any different? Have you really swallowed the pill or did you just read the active ingredients, uses, and side effects? You're still bitter. You still feel like a loser. You still have that one girl that you're trying all this shit on and it just doesn't seem to be working. Maybe all of this is bullshit and maybe you just need to wait a little longer for the girl of your dreams to come along because "you're the type of guy that girls want to marry," or at least that's what your mom and countless "the ones" have told you. You're so far away from being that top 20-10% man, depending on whose blog you're currently reading, that it feels pointless. Hopeless.
What you need is a change of perspective. This is the greatest opportunity of your life. You've been given the chance to change the way you feel and the way you think, the way you react to the world and the way the world reacts to you. All those years of failure and despair are on their way to being over.
All great men are MGTOW. Maybe not in the sense that the term is commonly used here, but they have forged their own paths and pursued their own goals, all others be damned.
The BP lies that women want to be the center of your attention and the focus of your efforts is all bullshit. You are doing the best for her by doing the best for yourself. If you're into MMA, go be the best ass kicker you can be. If you are a programmer, go write the next big thing that changes the world. If you like to cook, learn how to make 5-star shit look like McDonald's. And I promise, she will love you for it.
Go. Your. Own. Fucking. Way.
No one will fault you for putting in effort to be a better person. You might encounter some crabs in your bucket, but that just means it's time to find a different bucket. Fuck people who want to hold you down, including you.
The best part of all this is that you will love yourself for it. Constantly being on the cutting edge of your ability, perpetually honing your craft/s, and pushing the envelope of what you thought was possible. Life will take on a new, more exciting shape and meaning.
That's what being an RP man is all about.
And then, they'll come. All that pussy you thought was unattainable will come rushing at you like flies to shit. They'll try you and test you and cry and laugh and disappear and show back up, all in an effort to get your attention.
When you finally get to the ones that are worthy, they won't want your full attention. They'll be in love with the tingles they get from being with a real man, the man that you created, carved out of the grizzled, gnarled rock that was the old you.
This is what your mom meant when she said the right woman will love you for you. She will love you for being the man that you wanted to become, and she can't find a better man.
Even these women will come and go. You are your only constant, everything and everyone else is a variable. If you can really learn to love yourself, which is what this is really all about, the storms of life, be they women, family, jobs, health issues, whatever, will crash against your carved rock and none will move it.
And at the end, when you're lying on your deathbed, surrounded by the people you've influenced and lives you've bettered because of your mere presence in them, you can look at the man you created and the life you lived and tell yourself, "Well done."
Be hopeful, be disciplined, and always be moving forward, brothers. This is your time.
EDIT: I'm glad most of y'all like this post. I'm sure if you want to, you can find fault with it somewhere. Just remember it's harder to be an artist than it is to be a critic.
EDIT2: Shit, fellas. I'm glad I could raise some discussion. I, for one, find the negativity around here to be a little overwhelming. Who cares if you're a textbook alpha now? You'll be supplanted by a bigger dick or a thicker chest or broader shoulders at some point. Be who you want to be. That's what is really alpha. You'll find women in any venture you pursue. She may not be the one you think you want now, but she'll fit right where she needs to when the time comes. And it will probably be more than one "she."
EDIT3: If you take anything away from this, I hope it's to strive to be better than you were yesterday. Night, fellas.