This is a first review for me, so bare with me.

The book can be found here http://therawness.com/AFP.pdf

I originally found this months ago, where it was recommended as being one of the earliest examples of red pill philosophy. It was published in 1990.

The author comes from an African perspective, and uses African cultural examples to discuss the different types of matriarchal power. He divides these into bridepower, motherpower, and wifepower.

The most interesting thing I found about this book is that it doesn't actually focus on feminism. Instead it divides feminism and the matriarchy into two camps (sometimes they oppose, sometimes they support each other). The author views feminism as a revolt within the matriarchy by those who couldn't cut it in the matriarchy, for various reasons. Those within the matriarchy are the majority population of mothers, daughters, grandmothers, and wives who rely upon male resource extraction. Feminists are a different breed, though are still a part of the matriarchy. These are the warrior class of the matriarchy who seek to expand the boundaries of influence in service to the matriarchy. Basically the theory goes that we have these feminists over here trying to make it easier for women to do anything they want. But as soon as these feminists go too far with equality and infringe on the sovereign privileges of the matriarchy, they are burned at the stake of public opinion, and are redirected. Thus feminism is the spearhead of the matriarchy. Or more accurately, feminism is the tip of the iceberg, while the matriarchy is the submerged ice.

The author’s main focus is the function of the matriarchy, in how it supports women, replicates itself, and exploits and controls men for resources and dominance. Scary stuff.

On Bridepower:

The premise of bride power is that women are dressed to kill. They make themselves look as attractive as possible to lure men into the trap of matrimony. The idea is to overpower the senses with beauty, and it works fantastically. The author makes an apt point that men trivialize a woman’s makeup, hair, stilettos and short skirt. But these are the very weapons that women hunt with. Makeup is their literal war paint. Furthermore, women allow and promote these trivializations by men because it serves to stealth their purposes. This strategy allows them to accumulate many potential suitors in which they can then sift through for resources, sex, commitment, and long term slavery.

Discussion: now the question is, do women know that they are doing this or are they following the herd mentality. And my answer would be both. You have some who are clueless to this power, and yet wield it with ease. While some women know precisely what their power is capable of and wield it with incredible effect. These, in my mind, are Alpha women. This seems to be the main focus of the author’s dissection of matriarchy, ie the game of Alpha women.

In continuation. Females on the hunt purposefully target romantics who are easily muffed by aspirations of love and Disney. These men are easy to mould and shape into willing servants. But these men also need to have resources to provide, which is why women very carefully screen for men who are in the green. The following conversation by the author with a women at a club demonstrates her attempt and failure to screen his status. Quite amusing.

'What's your name?'

'Jerry.'

'Mine's Sybil.

What d'you do?'

'I t(\lk, I drink, 1 dance, I ogle girls. I have fun'.

'How do you support yourself?'

'Very well, thank you.'

'I mean, on what?'

'On my two feet, thank you.'

'How do you pay your rent?'

'That takes care of itself, thank you.'

'Where d'you get ur money?'

'From the bank, thank you.'

'Are you independently wealthy?'

'As opposed to dependently poor?'

'Really, are you independently wealthy?'

'Wait a minute! What's this? When did you earn the right to ask these questions? Look!1 hardly know you. We've just met!'

'Forget 1 asked.'

'1 will, thank you.'

'Where did you go to school?'

'Here, there and everywhere.'

'Why are you so damn secretive? What do you have to hide?'

'Why all these personal questions? Weren't you ever taught the art of conversation? This is a party, for heaven's sake, not an interrogation center.'

'I like you. I'd like to get to know you. You don't see me taking an interest in others here, do you?'

'Gee thanks! Thanks a million! 1 suppose I'm supposed to feel flattered.'

'You make it sound like there's something wrong for a woman to take an interest in a man.'

'No! There's nothing wrong in that. But I wish you didn't take that kind of interest in me. It is like all you want is my financial report, my social pedigree! You might be better off, actually, talking to my accountant, or to my trust fund manager. Look, I came here to dance, to have a good time, to maybe get laid. I certainly didn't come here to have my wallet sized up. You haven't asked me what I Wee to do right here and now. There's good music going, good food on the table, good wine flowing. But you haven't asked me if I'm a good dancer, or a good fuck. You haven't suggested anything one might do at a party to have fun. All you seem to be interested in is whether I'd make a good catch or something like that.'

'Boy oh boy! All you men have a one track mind! All men ever want is to fuck, fuck, fuck! Screw every skirt you can lift up, and then scram! Wham, bam, thank you maam! That's if you wait long enough to say that!'

'Hey! Men have a one track mind? And women don't? All you women ever seem to want is a catch. If you've got one already, you're looking for a better catch. If you don't have one, you're hunting for one. If men have a one track mind, so do women: it is just that their minds are on different tracks. Anyway, I won't allow you even a peek into my wallet. So there!'

'Why are you so selfish?'

'Selfish? Any more selfish than you? Tell me: if some stranger came up to you and, first thing, said: "Hi! Are you a good fuck?", how would you feel?'

'I'd say he was being rude. Extremely fresh. I'd say that was none of his business.'

'Exactly. I'm saying to you tbat you are being extremely rude. My finances are none of your business. You haven't e<"-'ned the right to poke your nose into my wallet or checkbook.'

'Excuse me! I was only trying to be friendly.'

'Really? With friendliness like that, who would not cuddle a shark?'

This is getting really long, so I think I’ll stop here and say that it may be a bit dry at first, but it brings an interesting perspective to the red pill. Well worth the read. there are loads more points on wifepower and motherpower that will make you loose some hair. It felt like I was uncovering the clues to a crime scene.