There's a post on the front page trending from /r/bestof where some girl has posted that even though she is not "pretty" she has had tonnes of successful "relationships" and has never had trouble finding a date over the last 9 years. Her misapprehension of what she has to offer is truly stunning.

For this post explaining her incredible ability to open her legs to any guy that walks by, she has been awarded by the BP Brigade untold karma and multiple gold.

A cursory look at her her history shows massive wall texts, advice on BDSM and that she is the moderator of 5 subreddits.

The sheep milling around under her post are truly confused by her ability to get laid despite not being pretty. Perhaps she is much better looking than she thinks, they theorize.

The amount of nonsense, misdirection and utter lack of self-knowledge is oddly compelling. You want to stop reading. But you can't. Please keep this in mind when you try to "introduce" anyone to TRP. The indoctrination runs deep and there is a strong likelihood of backfire.

EDIT: I'm seeing a few "what's the point" messages in the thread, happy to explain further the TRP concepts at play here as I see them.

Firstly, the science - studies show (they are in the sidebar, or should be) that the higher the woman's partner count, the more likely her inability to pair bond properly in future relationships. This is borne out by a strong correlation between female prior partner count and likelihood of divorce (note that male prior partner count does not similarly correlate with likelihood of divorce).

Secondly, the application of TRP: Given the above, TRP holds that women are (or should be) the gatekeepers of sex, and men the gatekeepers of commitment. Most women can get all the sex they want, so it's no laudable event for a woman to show off (as the original OP does) the carousel she has ridden. It would be like a guy going on about all the attention and commitment he has lavished on chicks without banging them. What would you think of a guy who is proud of that? You would call him a beta orbiter. See this classic post for the dichotomy exemplified: http://laidnyc.wordpress.com/2013/06/05/the-parable-of-mark-and-lauren/

We should expect women to be hypergamous by nature, so if she has been swinging branches to better men then there may be merit to her strategy. But after 9 years of "successful relationships" you would expect her to have landed a fucking prince by now. Note how she doesn't claim to be in a locked down relationship right now? She's still out there, banging away at a series of "successful relationships".

Thirdly, the hordes of white knights (and hence my need to vent): the above hamstring has resulted in massive upvotes and gold. Hamsters leading hamsters. The men in the group are just as clueless as the women. In earlier generations, someone (her mother?) would have pulled the original OP aside and explained her folly to her actions. But now we applaud, and she feels so happy from all the attention she receives, and this will carry on until one day she hits the wall and doesn't understand what the fuck happened. /vent

Since we aren't linking and I haven't figured out how to screen grab here is the post getting all the accolades:

I was an ugly baby that turned into an ugly child and I'm now an unattractive adult. I'd be hard-pressed to say I'm ugly because I am not. I am just not physically attractive. And the hardest part of that was I had beautiful parents. I really did. Like....of the charts pretty. And I received none of those genes and got all the brains instead. So let me tell you this I haven't been single in 9 years. I've had more successful relationships than all my pretty friends combined. I am so well-loved and well-sexed you wouldn't believe it. I've never, not once, had a hard time finding a date. Being pretty is one thing, being attractive is another. I've never been pretty but I am attractive in waves around me and I can find a good guy at 100 paces. I have been single exactly three months in the last decade. And I'm not talking about attaching myself to the nearest breathing neanderthal. I am talking about quality dudes who are good people and who are fantastic to date. I've never settled for less; I've never had to. There are people out there who only date the beautiful but they are few and far between. Most people want someone cool and nice who cooks well and likes sex and who makes them laugh. At the end of the day, we all want companionship and intimacy and the ability to be ourselves without judgment or censure. If you like yourself, if you legitimately like the people you hang around with, and if you project a vibe into the universe that you consider yourself to be valuable and desirable, people respond to that way, way more strongly than they do to a symmetrical face. Pretty is pretty, but attractive rocks the universe. But here's the sad thing: no one learns this. We withhold this lesson for strange reasons. We tell people to dress better, hit the gym, get new makeup strategies. But, at the end of the day, no amount of fashion advice or weight loss masks how you feel about yourself. And, frankly, no body shape or fashion disaster changes how everyone feels when you walk in a room and own it with the force of your own confidence. We live in a world that says pretty is everything, but it does so little in my experience. It means so little.