Their all either thirst traps or scams.

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Kelly Madison (and thousands of others):

Scam. Nuff said.

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On Tinder:

Men must swipe right hundreds of times before getting a match. Then, 9/10 matches are either abandoned accounts, scammers, or women who ghost when you fail to "entertain her". And the 1? She's nowhere near hot enough to have the ego she has.

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Women get a match every time they swipe right, don't have to say/do shit, and their egos become super inflated because of this.

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Facebook:

Men make a post: 1 like, 1 share from your creepy grandmother who stalks your profile, and 1 "your sexy" comment from your moms MILF friend. Just a normal, basic social life. Not too much different from real life tbh.

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Woman posts on facebook: 999,999,999,999,999,999,9921 likes on even the most retarded of posts, her computer crashes trying to load all those "hey bb"/"so sexy"/"goddess" comments, and may god have mercy on those facebook servers when she shows some cleavage. And the 1-2 guys with something coherent to say is drowned by the number of desperate dudes, meaning there's no point in them spitting game, she will never see them anyway.

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And then these women wonder why they're depressed. They get all this validation, all that dopamine flooding their brains from all those bullshit comments from these dehydrated niggas, that poor like button getting brutally beaten by millions of little thugnificents.

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Then they walk outside, and maybe a couple niggas say "oh shit, she hittin the gym. I see ya girl, I see ya!" as ya walk by.

And she realizes something. "Well shit, wheres my throne? Where's my red carpet, my thirsty niggas begging to simp me a new car?"

She realize that all them thirsty ass niggas don't have the nutz to say that stupid shit in real life, that all them dehydrated pussies can't approach a woman in real life. That her faithful servants who bow to her online are back home, jacking off in their mommas basement.

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She realizes, that real life doesn't flood her brain with as much dopamine via validation as the online world does. She realizes, that she isn't special.

So like the rat that injects itself with cocaine, she goes back. To check her inbox, to surf through the dick picks, to read the compliments, to check how many likes she got on her leg pic. More than yesterday? Great, she reached a new threshold. Only 1000, much less than the 4000 yesterday? Well, time to be depressed again.

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She never realizes, that the reason she falls for the "players", the "bad boys", is because she's like the rat. She's chasing the dopamine, the validation that this man isn't giving her. She chases the carrot, and once she eats it, she's on to the next one.

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No amount of attention she can get in real life will ever compare to that of which she can get online. But it's not the attention she needs to make her happy, it's the attention she craves to keep her from coming down from her high. And when a man doesn't worship her, doesn't shower her in attention, she begins to chase.

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Like that scene from fairly odd parents, "stop ignoring me!"

Spoiler alert. In that episode, she turns from a bitch, put on a pedestal by every man in the show, to the average woman, craving attention from the only one who won't give it to her, and doing whatever it takes to get it.

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Unlike cocaine, the attention sources for attention are infinite. For a woman, with the minimal amount of effort, she never has to run out.

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So what's the solution?

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Well, to start, men should stop using social media/dating apps, since we're the ones dealing the "cocaine" to these women.

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While this won't do much at first, after a while, this will force women into a "rehab" state, where they become greatly depressed for a while. Then, they will become capable of appreciating attention again, due to increased sensitivity in their brains dopamine receptors.

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Call it the value of scarcity, or call it recovery, either way, this works.

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You don't appreciate the things that are given in abundance with no effort on your part. I've never heard of a man who worships the air he breathes, and I've never seen a woman respect a man who always gives her his undivided attention.

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Although it may not seem like it, men hold the power on social media & dating apps. If men leave facebook/tinder, women will too.

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Sure these applications have other, more intended uses like company promo, messaging, video chat, and I've even used it when my cell service got cut. And that's cool. But the majority of users are addicts/narcissists.

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But at the end of the day, they can easily be replaced with talk/text.

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And I don't know about you guys, but all my friends/fwb have my cell phone number.

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Before you ask, no I'm not some old man wishing for the world to hop in a time machine. I'm a 22 year old entitled millennial with a basic understanding of social psychology, biology, and an addiction to Robert Greene's 'The 48 Laws of Power' & Mark Manson's 'The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck'.

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