Dear RPers,

Synopsis: “OmLaLa the Machiavellian here. I'm writing this series of articles not as a reason to avoid strip clubs, but as a framework through which to better understand beta men, false alphas and black widows, the signs they give off to reveal themselves, how they interact and how they think so you may have a better understanding of them should you encounter them in the future. I hope you all enjoy and I highly encourage your own personal feedback for future discussions. Thank you all for reading.”

I have reached a conclusion; professional strippers of high-end strip clubs are both monetary geniuses who understand the true nature of the feminine social landscape (like most of us) and deluded, damaged, and overly-dominant women blind to their impending date with The Wall™.

That’s right. For these next few articles, I’ll be talking about strippers, Fake Alphas, Black Widows and the poor men they feed upon.

First, some background info:

On my birthday weekend, a group of my “beta-esque” friends decided taking me to a lush, high-end strip joint would be make for a wonderful birthday surprise despite my overt opinion on the stupidity behind “tossing hundreds of dollars into a fish tank full of sexy ex-grad students and wanna-be actresses”.

They assured me they’d be covering all of my expenses the entire night so what the hell. Why not. (I bought an expensive-ass bottle of what I’d assume was champagne, which helped)

I also dragged my “fine china” along for the ride for kicks. I made her sit idly by and watch as we paraded around women 10x hotter than her. She leaked with insecurity and jealousy the entire time, which made for a intense "after-party" (wondrous dread game, strip clubs; you should really give it a try).

Because I'd learned so much that night, I felt it’d be a crime not to make an article centered around our experiences.

This article will stand more as RP theory than a Field Report; this will not be a complete relocation of all the events that take place, yet more of a framework through which we will identify the ideology and archetypes of those within.

For starters, this particular strip club is one of the more famous strip clubs in America.

We’re talking model-class women, beautiful interior, security armed to the teeth, personal catering, table-side bottle service, etc. It was easily one of the nicest venues I’d ever been to.

The first thing I noticed after we sat down and got comfortable were present in that strip club (sans maybe the security personnel); they were all exaggerated representations for our well-established RP archetypes.

I’d like to identify these archetypes for you, my fellow RPers, to give you a glimpse as to why each of these men would feel the urge to throw way entire paychecks on ‘Candy’ or ‘Desire’ while their post-Wall™ wife and ADD-prone children choke down store-bought ramen noodles back at home.

let's begin by discussing what's attracting these men to the strip club in the first place (besides being dragged there, of course).

”LIKE MOTHS TO THE FLAME”

Men who frequent and participate in strip joints are beta. Point, blank, period.

Only a beta would throw his hard-earned $700 weekly check across the floor just to see Candy’s beat-up 350cc B to DD silicone implants so she can waste his money on her failing tone-deaf singing career.

While watching this tragic display of denial, delusional escapism, severe compensation and peer approval seeking, I notice 3 things that seemed to draw these mosquitos of men into Candy’s flickering yet deadly flames: atmosphere, access & attention.

Atmosphere

Although the strip club was gorgeous (the wait staff wore tuxes/tux-lingerie, for chissakes), not all of the strippers were attractive.

The ratio of hot strippers to ugly strippers was about 3:1.

Some of the strippers were so bland even a desperate man wouldn't have bothered to look twice in a supermarket or a bowling alley.

So why were these C-section scarred, dimply-assed, frumpy women still being paid so handsomely?

Because the beautiful setting complimented them.

It’s why we pay top-dollar for a French cuisine and swear it was worth every penny even if it tasted far below average, all just because it’s French and looks fancy. (“Taste of Price”, Brian Wansink, Ph.D., Dyson School of Applied Economics and Management at Cornell University)

It’s why most wine connoisseurs rate expensive or well-packaged wine higher than cheap brands even though it’s the same wine. (“You’re Not So Smart”, David McRaney)

It’s why middle-aged soccer moms swear on their oldest son that Panera Bread’s over-rated $6.00 grilled cheese sandwich is "of higher-quality" compared to the ones they make at home. It’s the exact same stupid bread and Craft-brand cheese you get from Wal-Mart, lady! (”Taste of Price”)

(That last one was personal).

It’s all toying with expected pleasantness or EP.

..a basic assumption in economics is that a person’s “expected pleasantness” (EP) from consuming a product depends only on its intrinsic properties and the individual’s wants. However, marketers try to influence this experience by changing external properties, such as its price. “This type of influence is valuable for companies, because EP serves as a learning signal that is used by the brain to guide future choices,” (Stanford News Service, ”Is Expensive Always Better?”, Lisa Trei)

Because the nearly-nude HB4 is stripping in a beautiful and eloquent locale di spogliarelli surrounded by a bevy of beauties and demanding at least $80 before revealing her asymmetrical silicone-filled abominations, her beta audience will perceive her just as high value as her peers, causing her SMV to skyrocket.

I mean, why else would a ritzy joint like this let a cow graze on it's green pastures if it wasn’t truly beautiful? Right? …Guys?

To make matters worse, the uglier stripper gets more attention because they appear more attainable and less intimidating/dominant than their Barbie doll-esque counterparts (u/Whisper posted an excellent article detailing this called “Innocence and Toughness”, I highly suggest you all read it).

In all honesty, compared to the women of the real world, all strippers come across as more available, interested and attainable.

Could this also be what’s attracting these suckers?

Access

Remember WonderTits™?

That bombshell-of-a-bipedal-female-homosapien you’d dream about daily in Anatomy 201 class? The Aphrodite of Your Heart around whom you’d spend days perfecting a cockamamie scenario in which you two worlds would haphazardly collide, synonymous to some Rom-Com you saw last week on Hulu?

I’m willing to bet my rare Babe Ruth card you were way too anxious to ever make that happen. “She’s too good for me” or “She’s out of my league” or some shit. We’ve all been there, sport.

But what if beta you could have paid to see someone as hot as WonderTits™ strip bare and do a little dance just for you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Of course you would.

While most of you Rpers have since wised up to the silly notion of throwing money at women, to the un-enlightened man, strip clubs are a blessing in disguise. It gives them the opportunity to approach the women they’ve labed “out of their league” for years AND it gives them the opportunity to see those very same women naked*.

*for a monetary fee

By watching their demeanor, stature, marriage status, physique, and socialization skills (One guy showered a girl with money while staring blankly at his shoes, I shit you not), you can clearly see the high pedestal strip club-goers have placed attractive women on.

They see no fault in paying a hot girl, not for a service of mutual benefit, but for simply existing and being hot. Poor bastards.

Not unlike porn, this fantasy becomes self-deprecating; it reinforces to the beta’s mind that maybe Candy really does like him for who he is inside and not just for hundreds of dollars he throws at her every Tuesday night.

We call this the “T-Pain Syndrome”

Attention

While Hip-Hop isn’t my favorite genre of music, it is by far the most RP media in existence. My friend (who is also on this site and has sworn to secrecy) played a song on the way to the strip club called “For Everybody” by Juicy J.

In this song, Juicy J clearly and accurately describes the hypergamy of women; if you put them in front of a real alpha they’ll leave without guilt, women don’t belong to you it’s just your turn to fuck them, etc. Let's take a look:

Now she work the pole, but you ain't know

That's how she make her dough

Seen her in New York

She was all throwed, forgot we met before

She say she fuck with Drake

I ain't surprised, all these hoes fucking with Drake

I asked why she out this way

Said she on a date, then she left with Trey

When will niggas learn?

Hoes like a doorknob, everybody gets a turn

Chicks be so high-class on the internet

But don't got shit she earned

She got that bag from Juicy J

She got that ass from Rudy Gay

Now your silly ass down on one knee

Fuck man, is you cray?

Once you get past the dialect and rhythmic prose, the message is clear: women are hypergamous. Many rapper share the same message regarding women; a trait that the Hip-Hop genre is infamous for.

T-Pain is one of this one of those rappers. Usually. T-Pain has a song out that I’m sure many of you are familiar with, entitled “I’m In Love With A Stripper”.

Apparently, that song is based on an actual infatuation T-Pain once had for a stripper:

“My brother, one of his girlfriends was one of the strippers. So you know, I had been around her for a while, so I went up to her to talk to her and was like, ‘Hey, so my brother sucks, so let’s do this, me and you. Real quick. This is great. This is the opportunity.’ And, after that, we started hanging out and literally fell in love.” (T-Pain, Interview, USA Today, October 28, 2014)

If Hip-Hop is so RP, then what happened with T-Pain? How could he allow this to happen?

Lets answer that question with another one:

This is a Reading Comprehension test. Please read the passage below and answer the following question in the space provided.

  1. An older man entered the strip club that had obviously been in attendance for years. He hugged one of the strippers like he'd known her a long time, sat with her at the bar, and bought her a ton of drinks. After some time had passed, he tipped her with a wad of cash and left.

Question 1: What did the older man pay the stripper for?

Well, it obviously wasn’t sex. There’s no chance in hell she’ll run back to her dressing room with her panties soaked, thinking to herself, “Damn, Guy No. 21445 was so sexy after he nervously stuffed that $20 bill down my ass crack. I really hope he can come to my dressing room and he can fuck me on this countertop while my sexy friends cheer him on and serve him delicious Hors d'oeuvres.” I don’t think this happens.

It’s not for an LTR. From the look on her face after the older man left, she’ll clearly playing the role for the generous financial compensations (as most women do).

It’s not for a service. She didn’t dance on him or strip for him, all of which were clearly listed in her job description when she signed her W-2 papers. She barely said anything while he droned on about some business venture he wants to start (the guy was really loud).

It's not for a good. He left the strip club with less than he walked in with.

Answer: He paid her for her attention. He literally threw away money for some fabricated, monetarily-biased attention from a woman he’d deemed unattainable otherwise.

All of the men in attendance shared that mindset. They felt an urge to feel wanted, desirable and accepted by their peers.

Beta men live out a fantasy where the more money they have, the more women/unconditional love they’ll have. It's a falsehood, a fabricated delusion. This is what a lot of media has taught them.

The problem with this fantasy is that their reality doesn’t match up; some may have a nice car in the parking lot or may even make six-figures, but have yet to experience a harem or a horde of bombshells. Or maybe they finally have the bombshell of their dreams at home, but for a reason they couldn’t possibly comprehend, the sex is getting dry, she nags him all the time or he suspects that her personal trainer is scheduling overnight Pilates classes.

Strip clubs help betas live out the fantasy they’ve come to expect. The issue lies in mixed perceptions; the stripper sees only contractual affection, the beta interprets the affection as genuine.

In monogamous relationships, men love unconditionally and women circumstantially. In these relationships men love unconditionally and strippers feign unconditional love fabricated from a purely-contractual relation. There is no remorse nor guilt.

As soon money runs out, the stripper stops dancing, picks the beta male’s money off the floor and casually stroll off. Her end of the contractual obligation is completed in her mind.

The man, however has been seduced and feels genuinely towards the stripper. "Surely this woman understands me and likes me for who I am. She shows great enthusiasm towards me and deep interest in my affairs." He is then left longing for more intimacy, attention and gratification. He’s willing to pay more to keep his addiction going.

Hence we see another dopamine addiction based upon a capitalist-created delusion, synonymous to porn.

LL: Strippers and “the strip club economy” make a pretty good analogy for monogamous relationships:

Women are more than happy to do crazy and wild things so long as the money keeps flowing, but once that cash stream stops, they’ll have no problem nor remorse in picking up your money, feeling like they’ve earned it, and moving on to the next cash-flow.

Such is their nature.

See you in Part 2, RPers.