We've all seen or heard of them at some point. The chicks that love video games, watches football every weekend, is into kayaking, knows how to fence, knows the B-Side tracks of an independent a nu-meral fag band, loves the cult movies, or even likes to drink fucking Amstel Light...

You guessed it: The HUGEST sluts on Earth.

Women don't have any real interests outside of the most vapid, veneer, basic bullshit.

'Muh Starbucks! Muh snapchat! Muh scented bath-bomb! Muh phone!'

They all have this 'baseline' of attention outlets, consumption patterns, and things they make the slightest butt-sliver of effort to learn about. So if you come across a woman with a unique taste in something out of the norm, you can bet the house that she had that awareness fucked into her by a Chad (s). Women take interest in the interest(s) of the top tier cock in which they choose to ride with enthusiasm. They are like water and take the shape of their desired containers, which is why she is attracted to men that lead and have a mission in life and don't text her 'love you babe' 6 times a day.

This is a simply part of her sexual strategy, and the more it fails in locking down Chad, the easier it will be for you to identify these red flags that are manifested in her ever-growing portfolio of unusual tastes acquired from belching up the latest Alpha's cum bubble. Betas don't realize this, and will swoon over her unicorn-ness until she squashes their blue balls with her fucking Marilyn-Manson autographed superheels.

It's also important to note that the fact that these kinds of women have to resort to such character molding demonstrates that they weren't attractive enough in the first place to secure a high SMV man, so they have to become his shadow in hopes that her 'personality' and liking to his interests would be enough to keep him from straying and destroying the sweet sugar walls of younger, tighter pussy while she cries at home with a bucket of Ben and Jerry's while staying plugged Into the happy-juice pump (instagram) to dupe herself into believing she still has value in life.

It's one thing if she's been dreaming about becoming successful in one of these areas (i.e. sports or music) or has a long-standing interest in one of these areas/hobbies since she was a kid. But if she's randomly ranting on about shit or knows something oddly specific about the said topic but cant speak shit to any other aspect of it, blow it in her face and plate accordingly.