Hypergamy.

What is it?

We all tend to know it as “monkey branching”.

What if I told you Daddy vaped a little too much tonight and could explain it to you in a way that would make sense to even the bluest of cucks?

Well, my dudes. Let me tell you what hypergamy REALLY is.

When men and women are attracted to each other, it is the genes of one another signalling to each other that they see the potential “mate” as HEALTHY. (We are a clump of cells after all - this is not a system that the brain is consciously aware of, which is why we sometimes don’t understand why we’re attracted to certain things)

Our genes signal back to our brain whether this person could help us create a healthy offspring, or at least an enjoyable fuck. Essentially, our subconscious mind runs a program and tries to determine if A) this person seems down to fuck and B) this risk of fucking this person isn’t totally fucked against our favor. That’s why when you see a really hot girl with a Chad-ass boyfriend your first thought is “oh fuck”, unless you’re an even bigger Chad. Just a little red pill, but I digress.

Here’s where we as men don’t fully understand things. I will admit the only reason I could come to this conclusion was through the help of dank oils.

Women are equipped with baby making machines. This means their subconscious mind is also equipped with matching programs. These programs, instead of just looking for ATTRACTION (tingles), they’re determining the actual health of a potential baby.

Now I can finally explain what HYPERGAMY is.

Hypergamy is when a woman’s subconscious programs find a “flub” in your matrix. You did something that tripped an alarm and signaled to her there’s something fucked up in your genes that would trip up the baby and fuck up the gene pool. It signals back to her that you’re a fucking autist and she’s no longer attracted to you. Unless she’s a self-hating bitch, she probably stops sleeping with you at this point.

She immediately needs someone with healthy genes again to replace you. She may end up with a Chad, or she could just fuck the loser down the street at Publix ‘cause at least he’s probably a consistent loser. While you fucked up on her, and acted like a beta bitch or whatever you did, Billy Bob at Publix was bagging veggies not giving a single fuck. Her genes remembered him that night you opened up about being raped in the asshole by Uncle Rick when you were a kid.

You see women just don’t give a fuck about you getting raped in the asshole by Uncle Rick. They live their lives 1 month at a time. Who’s getting the egg? Who’s going to fulfill her biological urge to have children, even if she’s using birth control and doesn’t actually “want” children? Not you. All you did for her was convince her that getting raped in the asshole by Uncle Rick is where the strength of your bloodline ends.

Fighting is everything. She wants to know what you didn’t fight and what won. What conquered you? As I type this, she’s in the other room...

With Uncle Rick.

Hope you enjoyed the read. Go your own way, gentlemen.