It's pretty bad out there guys. I'm sorry, but the amount of female privilege, at least around where I live (suburban, midwestern city), is astonishing. There have been numerous moments the past couple weeks when I've been thankful for the red pill, and what I've learned about game.

Been busy, and have only been able to check in here once a week or so. I'm a red pill beta, living in a relationship with my pregnant girlfriend. Have had it's ups and downs, but things are really good lately.

My girlfriend's girlfriend (approx same age as us, 30/31) has come up here to visit, and they ask why I don't paint my girlfriend's toes. I've always dismissed it, and it's not something that I ever intend on doing, but the way she said this was interesting.

She said that a man should be willing to do anything for his girl. She's know that we love each other, and she asks why I won't paint her toes for her. I say, "Because I'm not her girlfriend."

It's true though, I would do anything for her. But that's only something a man can say, not a woman, and I'm not going to let a woman say it for me. I'll drive a hundred miles to pick her up, stranded on the side of the road. I'll carry her out of a burning building.

But I won't paint her toes for her. That's not what I fucking mean. And when I tell you gents what I mean, I'm telling you what I've never said. If I have an alpha side, it's that I never have to say what I mean. I've never told her that I'll do anything for her, but I'll do it just the same.

I don't want to bore you guys with anecdotes, the female privilege out there is bad, even in my conservative area. I'm doing well in my relationship, my game has gotten better (my saving grace is following Rollo's law: My SMV is a point and a half or so higher than her's). But it's everyone else that is the problem. In truth, I'm a sweetheart to her, but my co-worker at work is waiting for her boyfriend to propose to her. She says, "I tell him that the carat size gets bigger every month he waits."

I had the day off work and so I went ahead and did the dishes and laundry, and my girlfriend's teenage friend says that I'm going to win when she gets home, she's going to kiss me. I tell her that I don't need to do the dishes to get her to kiss me.

Here's my rule: Develop a sense of reality. In a world like this, where it is just expected of men to strive to appease the women in their lives, you need to have your legs firmly planted. I know that many of these women are just competing with each other in terms of how much they can get their boyfriend's to do for them.

But I know that my girlfriend is happier because I don't listen. She told me last night that I've given her the best sex she's ever had (well, with a penis, which is good enough for me), and I'm just aroused looking down at her enjoying it. We have sex almost every day, sometimes a couple of times a day, and these are on days that I work.

Her girlfriend, whose husband paints her nails, is up here staying in my apartment for the weekend, and they are having troubles. Sounds like he's bitching out at her over things like the chores or peeves or something like that.

I did the dishes because I know she wouldn't care if I didn't do them. She's done them every day for the past two weeks, and this is my day off. In my reality, it's my turn.