I'm not the first to say this and I won't be the last: The Red Pill is fundamentally about the concept of value.

What is Value?

That's a tricky question, because it's different for everyone. To me, this has no value at all. I'd buy it for maybe $5. It's just a fucking urinal. But to certain rich people who believe that it's art, that urinal is worth at least $2.5 million dollars.

Think about that. People work six-figure jobs their entire lives and they never save enough money to pay for that one urinal. People slave away for decades at desks, in mines, doing underwater welding, working on oil rigs... and they still don't accrue enough value to buy that one goddamn urinal.

That's because value is a tricky thing. It's not just a personal phenomenon, it's also a social phenomenon. Even though that urinal is worth maybe $5 to me, others think it's worth $2.5 million. My values don't line up with theirs.

The Red Pill is about value: Personal values, social values, and how the two relate to one another.

I remember a girlfriend from my pre-TRP days, Laura. Laura was a cute liberal-arts student who liked to do drugs recreationally and have kinky sex. She didn't have many marketable skills. She wasn't particularly smart or articulate. She was cute, though, and I loved fucking her.

When I was dating Laura, I had oneitis for her HARD. I used to spend hours making her thoughtful birthday cards and shit... it was bad, bros. I put her on the biggest pedestal of all time. I didn't know it then, but I subconsciously believed that Laura was more valuable than I was. That's why I put her on a pedestal.

Of course, bitches don't like it when they think they're the best a man can get. They don't want to be a man's best option: they want a man with many options... and only men who lack options have the time to spend hours making thoughtful birthday cards. So, predictably, my pedestalizing ways backfired and Laura and I had a painful, messy breakup... and I didn't fully get over it until I took the Red Pill and learned about value.

Part of my Red Pill awakening was going back through my own personal history and trying to understand who was valuable and who wasn't. One of the absolute biggest mind-fucks of all time was when I realized that all along, I had been more valuable than Laura. I'd just been too dumb to realize it.

Even when I was beta as fuck and dating Laura, I'd been way, WAY more valuable than her, I just hadn't realized it. I had more marketable skills. I was smarter and more articulate. Hell, I could pick up bigger shit than her, even though I didn't even lift at the time! I was always more valuable than Laura! As soon as I realized that, I got over that bitch and I haven't thought about her much since.

Fertile women will always have some measure of value to society, because wombs are needed to produce more men... but it's men who have the ability to become really valuable. We don't always realize it, but fuck, bros, we can be as valuable as we want to be! Women are all roughly the same value – their value is determined at birth and can only go down – but men can become as valuable as we fucking want!

Chances are, if you're reading this, you're already more valuable than any bitch you've ever fucked.

So please, no matter what, understand the concept of value. Value your body by going to the gym and lifting like an animal. Value your mind by reading widely and exposing yourself to all sides of a debate. Value your self by holding your head high, kicking ass in your career, and being direct and honest with women about your sexual intentions.

Think about the urinal. Even though bitches might look at it and think it's only worth $5, they're fucking wrong. They don't understand value.

But you can understand value. You can learn, improve, and grow. You can find out the true value of that shoddy-looking urinal... and once the women learn a bit about the concept of value, years after you do, they'll be lining up to see that urinal in your gallery.