Swingsets and Sandboxes - Playground Rules for the Female Social Matrix The Red Pill Room | June 5, 2012 | by Ian Ironwood ------------------------- [http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pG6JYZn5OkM/T85M_D6lcrI/AAAAAAAAA7M/bNekDx4-Hn8/s1600/3835454914_89166061d5_o.jpg] Venerable Manosphere blogger Susan Walsh at HUS hits the nail on the head again with How Women Really Feel About Male Dominance [http://www.hookingupsmart.com/2012/06/03/relationshipstrategies/how-women-really-feel-about-male-dominance/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HookingUpSmart+%28Hooking+Up+Smart%29].  Among the gems was this brilliant observations about THE ROLES OF THE FEMALE SOCIAL MATRIX AND THE MALE SOCIAL MATRIX AND HOW THEY INTERACT.  Since that dovetailed nicely with a point of my own, I'll go ahead and use Susan to kick it off. Susan makes this keen observation: > social dominance is not conferred by women, it’s awarded by other > men in a process of intrasexual competition for dominance and > leadership. Men continually compete for dominance in social > interactions with one another. The men who achieve the greatest rank > among their peers may then display that dominance as a powerful > advantage in attracting women for sex. [http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_sybQ0LFrUI/T85LFJ-M3SI/AAAAAAAAA6s/R-dz3bc41bY/s1600/1996.0981.jpg] This point _can't_ be overstated: WOMEN HAVE _VERY LITTLE_ ROLE IN THE ESTABLISHMENT OF MALE SOCIAL DOMINANCE.  A hot wife will get a man social points, but only to a point -- if he can't match her status with his own, then he's likely to lose her to hypergamy and predatory dudes who thing they can poach her.  And the amount of mileage he'll get out of having a beautiful wife will be limited, in the Male Social Matrix.  Because _MEN_ BUILD THE MSM LARGELY WITHOUT REGARD TO THE ROLE OF SPECIFIC WOMEN -- WHEREAS THE FSM IS _VERY MUCH_ BASED ON THE BUFF-VALUE A PARTICULAR MAN PROVIDES TO A WOMAN.   LET'S LOOK AT THIS WITH A SIMPLE PLAYGROUND ANALOGY: So the boys are off being boys, competing in good-natured fun in the masculine Sandbox, competing for each other's attention and establishing their own hierarchy, as they build the vast sandcastle within.  Or battlefield -- they haven't decided which, yet, but that really matters less than how well they work together to build it.  They posture, they brag, they talk about the other sandboxes they used to go to which were so much cooler than this one -- let me just tell you -- and after a while someone starts giving orders and the other boys start to obey them, and what a hell of a big sandcastle they make when they all work together.  Or there will be _two_ boys giving orders, who decide to be on opposite sides of a sandbox war, and all the other boys go to one side or the other and have a _massive_ battle. The Foreman or the General tell everyone else what to do -- you have to have someone giving the orders, after all, or nothing will get done.  Danny handles the trucks, Randy takes the toy soldiers and lines them up, and Heath is on dinosaurs and assorted action figures, Tommy is in charge of moving sand (it's his big yellow Tonka truck), but it's David who's the one who's directing it all.  He promised everyone who worked with him would have an incredible masterpiece of construction to show everyone's mom.  Something they all could be proud of.  But it takes a lot of work, and the only kid everyone will listen to is David, so he's the Foreman.  But building that sandcastle, that's the group's Mission, and everyone is devoted to that goal. Only rarely do they even _consider _the girls on the other side of the playground, on the feminine Swingsets.  That's a whole different game.  Nothing to show your mom over there.  There they compete with each other about how high they can go, how fast, how far, how much fun, what kind of crazy spinning moves, and everyone trying to entrain the rhythm of their swings _perfectly_ to enjoy the thrill of perfect consensus for one glorious moment. No one is telling anyone else what to do, like over at the dirty Sandbox.  You're just swinging together and talking and enjoying the fun of tingle.  And the higher you go . . . the _better_ the tingle. SINCE BOYS GIVE A REALLY GOOD PUSH, THEN FINDING ONE WHO WILL PUSH YOU AS LONG AS YOU WANT IT, JUST THE WAY YOU WANT IT, IS MADLY DESIRED BY ALMOST EVERYONE ON THE SWING.  Oh, there are those two girls who switch off pushing each other, but they're way down on the end and who cares what they think, anyway?  Have you seen how they dress? The girls are swinging madly, screaming and calling and trying to attract the attention of the distracted boys and hopefully get _one_ of them to come over and push her on the swings for a minute (form a romantic alliance) -- BECAUSE THAT ADDS GREATLY TO HER SOCIAL MOMENTUM. And the _more_ you can persuade one of the boys to leave the sandbox and push you, the more the other little girls envy you for your social control.  . If they can, they'll get the Construction Foreman or the General to come push them, which (often) shuts down the entire game until he returns, much to the disgust of the other boys. But it proves the girl's power, and she'll probably be flying for a while as he pushes.  But if he stays away too long, the other boys will start to bullyrag him, and someone else might get to be Foreman or General in his place -- while he's dutifully  pushing your _dumb swing_.  In fact, the other girls will be so envious that even if they're your good friends, they'll start trying to get your dude to push _them _instead of_ you._ But the boys largely could care less, and only the prospect of seeing up a skirt in the swing-pushing process keeps him interested.  Hell, if it wasn't for that, why would he leave the sandbox?  At least while you're up, you can hit the water fountain.  The other dudes understand the allure, and if the price of your thrill is your temporary absence, they'll reluctantly let it slide -- they wanna see some panties, too, after all.  And you gotta drink.  So they'll excuse you for a while.  Until you don't come back, that is, and then you might as well be a girl, because you _could_ be playing with sand and trucks and now you're just pushing a _dumb swing with the other morons who were stupid enough to get out of the sandbox.  _ _ _ So the girls try everything they can think of to get a boy to stay and push them -- _exactly_ like they want it -- and try for the synchronous swing that they _all_ want.  Failing that, they want you to push you higher and give an even _bigger_ tingle.  They'll say just about anything to get you to stay, get you to talk (but never push!) with the other girls, tell you they love how high you can push them because you're so _strong, _and you _intentionally_ let them see up your skirt. Only you can't let the other girls now you're doing it, or they'll call you a cheater.  I mean, some of them wore bluejeans -- they can hardly do that, can they?  And then they'll start talking about you, ganging up on you -- but _not_ when the boys are around.  They might not want to push you at all if they knew how you acted when they weren't around.  Or how you're considering asking another boy -- who you think might push even harder -- to push you, because he wouldn't be happy with that. It's HIS job to push you -- if you let just _anyone_ push you, then he's just another tingle-inspiring tool of her semicircular canals -- he's got better things to do, especially if she's not flashing any panties.  But even if he's the only one she lets push her, he doesn't want to be stuck behind her all afternoon so she could chew gum and talk with the girls while he busted his ass pushing her and longingly watched the Sandbox of Masculinity from afar.  I mean, he missed the Great Patriotic Sandbox War for _this_ bullshit? Now, some of the boys are mean, and some are nice.  Some are strong and some are . . . not.  Some will only come out of the Sandbox occasionally -- hey, everyone needs water -- and are highly reluctant to push you unless they get the panties upfront.  Some are sitting just outside of the Sandbox gazing longingly at the Swingset, desperate for a glimpse of panties . . . but the girls never call to him, because he's not that strong and he eats his boogers. Some will pretend to be nice and push you gently at first . . . and then push you off the swing entirely.  Or grab your hair and pull you over.  Which sucks, but then everyone stops swinging so hard and looks at you to see if you're OK, which is kind of cool.  And you had to admit, the tumble off the swing was pretty exciting until you hit the ground.  And hey, at least the guy was willing to push you, even if he was kind of a dick about it.  You'd let him do it again, if he promised he wouldn't push you off again.  Even if it wouldn't be totally awful if that happened. Some will pretend to be nice and just want to see your panties.  They might even come right out and ask for it.  That would be awful -- but if he's the only boy willing to push, what can you do?  Swing by yourself?  Where's the tingle in _that? _ So you flash him "accidentally and hope he doesn't tell his friends at the Sandbox.  The _last_ thing you need is a crowd of boys standing down by your feet while you swing.  That's too much attention, and the other girls don't like it when you do that.  You try to subtly hint that, _yes, if you push me, I'll let you see my panties, but I can't promise that or they'll hear me and I can't risk that no matter how good the tingle.  I'm not That Kind Of Girl.  I like a good push but I'm not going _to be the girl who shows everyone her panties -- like that awful girl Shannon!  No tingle is worth that. But then there's that _other_ thing -- that trick.  The Flying Catch. It's the secret (and not so secret) dream of nearly every girl on the swings: to get pushed so hard and so high that you can let yourself go at the exact right moment . . . and experience something far more than the mere tingle. The glorious, two-and-a-half second experience of Free Fall that lights you up like a Christmas tree . . . until you come down.  Problem is, you can't get that high by yourself, nor can you land safely if you did.  You need a boy to push you hard, then be adept enough to slip past you, position himself properly, and catch you at the end of your flight in his big strong arms.  And when he puts you on your feet, you'll have the respect and acclaim of both the Sandbox and the Swingset. Only . . . not every girl is cut out for the Flying Catch.  Nor is every boy.  Sure, they all want to be that good, that brave, that fearless.  But most of them are content to get by with the odd push and their own energy.  They'll never have the Flying Catch, but . . . you know, people get hurt doing that. If you're a dude, you have to be exceptional to push hard, then dodge past a row of swings to the other side, cannily estimate the trajectory of the girl based on her (apparent) mass, sprint to the position you think she'll most likely land upon, and then prepare yourself to catch her without dropping her and injuring one or both of you.  That shit takes _guts_ -- you get hit in the head with an eighty pound girl, and you're done for the day. And if she's big for her age, dude, you could have to go to the hospital.  Sure, upside you get to see all the way up her skirt for the entire glorious two-and-a-half seconds, but if the resulting collision gives you a concussion, why risk it?  Unless you are very, very sure that the girl isn't going to cream you, and you're strong enough to catch her without hurting her, you're going to either get hit and go home, or step out of the way and let her come crashing down . . . and go home, making you look like an ass.  It's a cost-benefit analysis, potential cool points (from both boys and girls) for your mutual flawless performance versus giving up that potential for the safer, more fun and less work of the Sandbox -- and _ohmygod_ did you see that kid just take out all those _Transformers_?  SEE ya, Suzie! (*Crash*). Of course it's just as hard, as a girl, to fling yourself off into the void and trust that your boy is going to catch you.  A million things could go wrong, after all, and you could wind up in the emergency room with a broken collarbone.  Or break your neck, as your mother warned you over and over.  But the pull of the tingle, the promise of Free Fall, of pure unencumbered flight, that's what you want.  Not just for the feeling, but for the feeling you get when everyone else is watching and wants to be like you.  THAT'S the stuff: the glorious envy of your female peers.  It's like taking the feeling of Free Fall and successful landing home with you, knowing that every other girl on the swings wanted to try it, but didn't have a boy, or didn't have a boy strong enough or fast enough, or she just didn't have the nerve. Besides, a boy can _totally_ see up your skirt when you do the Flying Catch.  And you know what your mother would think about that, too.  She _did_ say next time she caught you, you weren't coming back to the playground.  And that little bitch Crissy is just aching to tell on you . . . no, better to just watch in quiet envy than risk injury and humiliation.  You remember when Shannon got caught showing her panties to those two little boys, and how everyone went ballistic?  Now no one will even talk to her except the boys, and all of them want to talk to her. None of that for me, thank you.  Doing the Flying Catch is almost as bad as showing your panties to a boy _on purpose_. The Swingset and the Sandbox interact, but their interactions are governed by very different sets of rules.  The Swingset depends on the boys in the Sandbox to come over and push.  In the meantime you can talk and swing and try to get consensus while you wait to attract a boy on his way to the water fountain.  The Sandbox doesn't depend on the Swingset for anything but a glimpse of panties -- the Sandcastle of Doom is the focus.  And as alluring as panties are, if the Sandcastle doesn't get built, what was the point of even coming to the playground? And then there are those times when they interact perfectly, and a girl on the Swingset can get a boy in the Sandbox who is strong enough and fast enough to catch her in the Flying Catch, cue thunderous applause and Happily Ever After.  Of course, that maybe happens once out of dozens of attempts, but . . . well, some lucky girl got her thrill, and some lucky boy got the respect of his peers. The interaction between the Female Social Matrix and the Male Social Matrix is a lot like that. Susan reiterates this after going into the new dominance research: > Overall, the research suggests that women are not attracted to > disagreeable males, i.e. jerks and assholes, they’re attracted to > men who earn the respect and admiration of other men, and who > display kindness and generosity.  [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VJPPLZ8ffQ/T85NR7t3M7I/AAAAAAAAA7U/1124usFyi-c/s1600/1950s+vintage+illustration+baseball+players+and+spectators+MEN+WOMEN.jpg] That, is, THE GIRLS WANNA GIT WITH THE BOY THAT ALL THE OTHER BOYS LIKE.  If the other boys like a jerk and an asshole the most (not unreasonable, since that attitude tends to push a boy into a leadership position), then the girls are going to like that asshole, too -- but for _different_ reasons.  The boys like him because he he husbands his emotions and isn't afraid to aggressively pursue what he wants ("the mission") without social compromise, which is a good masculine leadership skill.  The _girls_ like him because the boys like him, and because THE WOMAN WHO "TAMES" THE FORMER BAD BOY GETS _MAD_ POSITION IN THE FSM. (The displays of kindness and generosity, I'm guessing, must be displayed from a position of strength in order to attract attention.  The boy who shares his shovel gets a point.  The boy who shares _a whole box of legos_ is King Of The Freaking Sandbox.  Girls like to date kings.) [http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gP81hFP4IsE/T85Ou7wStdI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JOBMwgbWGEM/s1600/tumblr_lyw68ukugy1qcz6gno1_500.jpg] PRESTIGE AT WORK, DAMPENING PANTIES Susan goes on to break down male social status into two camps: _Dominance_ and _Prestige_.  Dominant behaviors attract women short-term, but for the long-term women seem to prefer men who earn their position through Prestige (prestige defined as “freely conferred status” by peers in recognition of special abilities and skills. ”)  As one of the commentors put it, _"__Prestige, in a way, seems to be a form of pre-selection based not on women’s desire for a man but on the desire of other men to associate with him. "_ _ _ This points toward a number of interesting Red Pill applications.  For one thing, that men will often specialize in something to gain status in the male hierarchy.  That is, while we recognize that we might not be Superalpha quarterback material, by making ourselves useful to the Superalpha leader (which implies the granting of our personal respect, not to mention specialization as, say, a field goal kicker) WE GAIN STATUS IN RELATION TO THAT LEADER.  We might not be the Quarterback . . . but when the Quarterback needs a field kicker, by gods, we can do pretty good at that and might even win the game.   It also explains why garnering the respect of other men and gaining a place in the hierarchy is so important to men: it's a passive mating strategy.  That is, IT IS A MORE PRODUCTIVE MATING STRATEGY TO BE A BENCH WARMER ON A WINNING TEAM THAN TO BE THE WINNER OF THE SPELLING BEE. [http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poyhUwN3oc0/T85PHTUxZ_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FmEyN73kySE/s1600/tumblr_l5npbwKPa21qcz6gno1_400.jpg] DOMINATION AT WORK, _ALSO _DAMPENING PANTIES I do take issue with the definition of Dominance being confined to a negative space involving intimidation and coercion, in Susan's analysis.  I agree with one of the commentors who pointed out that WHILE COERCION AND INTIMIDATION WERE CERTAINLY WAYS FOR MEN TO ESTABLISH DOMINANCE, THAT PURE CHARISMA ALSO PLAYS A ROLE.  Charisma is a rare and powerful thing, but when it is present in a man, it conveys more than simple assholery or achievement-oriented prestige do.   You see, naturally dominant males literally _inspire_ submission in men and women alike. When in the presence of real dominance, the lesser dominant men and women all want to please or gain the favor of a truly dominant male in order to improve their social position, the male by being seen with him, soaking up some marginal respect by the association, the female by flirtatious behavior. While it might take a while to establish just who is the dominant party in the MSM (it's ALWAYS up in the air in the FSM) once established men tend to cleve to that dominance in order to allow the leader to display competence and therefore garner more respect.   But I do support Susan's point: SOCIAL STATUS IS CONFERRED BY _MEN_, NOT WOMEN. Women simply _respon_d to it.   That might come as a big shock to social-status conscious women, but social dominance is not conferred by women, it’s awarded by other men in a process of male competition for dominance and leadership. Male  social interactions include continual competition for dominance with one-another, usually in a friendly sort of way (but sometimes not). The men who achieve the greatest social rank among their male peers may then use the display of that dominance as a powerful tool in their mating strategy, i.e.  in attracting women for sex. Within the Male Social Matrix respect is most often conferred on men by _other_ men as a reward for having a combination of alpha and beta traits (ideally, social leadership and authority combined with the ability to mentor and encourage consensus).  Needless to say, this is more attractive to women than mere brutish behavior -- DEPENDING ON THE WOMAN.  Once again, it's context-based. (And that's what I think is missing from this equation.  A woman's perceptions arise from her past experience and her own unique personality, of course.  And for some women, particularly those with hardcore daddy issues or deep feelings of personal insecurity, the domineering thug might seem like a _good _catch.  My friends who are cops have repeatedly told me of the women who prefer to date cops, and there are some pretty standard commonalities.  One powerful one is the need to feel protected.  For _these _women, physical strength and power to do violence is far more important that social status, _per se, _and the limited earning potential of a policeman has far less to do with her attraction than his ability to kick someone's ass.  She's a security-junkie, and the bigger the dude the better.  But I digress.) Now those things that can elevate a man within a particular part of the MSM are the things I've mentioned before: _respect, competence, authority, mastery, control, intelligence, daring, strength, power,_ that sort of thing.  When a group of male strangers gather for some purpose without a predesignated leader, then men will usually self-sort into a hierarchy based on the constituent elements present, placing those with the best characteristics to complete the purpose in the leadership position.    That individual assessment of a particular man's competency on a subject is a vital part of the equation.  ONCE THE HIERARCHY LEADERSHIP HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED, BY CONSENSUS OR BY VOTE OR HOWEVER, THEN MEN HAVE NO TROUBLE RELAXING INTO A TEMPORARILY LOWER-STATUS POSITION WITHIN THE MSM.    [http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MtdFEK0dFNk/T85LTp3ZqjI/AAAAAAAAA60/czkN6j62W8I/s1600/5659449260_4c6600e8dc_z.jpg] In the FSM this would be the kiss of death: to  accept a lower position in the Matrix without at least scheming about it is a Gamma female response, and anathema for a real female Alpha or determined Beta.  _ANY _SUBMISSION TO A HIERARCHY ESCHEWS THE IDEAL THAT FEMALE POWER COMES FROM _EQUALLY SHARED CONSENSUS_, and to voluntarily accept a lower position without fighting to get it back -- not, usually, by making oneself better, but BY UNDERMINING THE ALPHA FEMALES WHO _DID_ MANAGE TO RISE TO THE TOP OF THE MATRIX AND TAKE THEIR PLACE, BUCKET-O'-CRABS STYLE.   They do this by attempting to control the Matrix consensus against the leadership.   Or sometimes to force the leadership into action in accordance with the wishes of the consensus, even if that becomes problematic for the leadership.  That's because men and women lead differently. An astute reader sent me an article demonstrating this rather clearly.  He found it in an advice column for working moms.  Read it, and see if you can spot the differences in male and female leadership styles:  > Q: I’M A MOTHER OF TWO AND HEAD A COMPANY OF 10 EMPLOYEES. ONE > MOM STAFFER OFTEN LEAVES EARLY FOR HER KIDS’ ACTIVITIES OR STAYS > HOME WHENONE IS SICK. OTHER STAFFERS RESENT HER. SHOULD I SAY > SOMETHING? [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rFS_rS2KWI/T85S4WoLZVI/AAAAAAAAA70/Nr30BU4_rGI/s1600/matrix.JPG] I'll get to the answer in a moment, but notice how she phases the question.  As my reader pointed out, she isn't stating _"I have an employee who uses her family as an excuse to leave early or stay out.  Should I say something?"_  That would be a more _masculine_ response.  It would also be a no-brainer, and if a dude wrote into an advice column with this he shouldn't be in charge of anything in the first place.   Note how she frames the issue: _"Other staffers resent her"_, not _"her work performance is failing and its bad for morale"_.  The focus of her discomfort isn't (ostensibly) on the _worker_, but on the verbal ire of her co-workers.  The problem wasn't that she wasn't pulling her weight and costing the company money, but that _the other (presumably female) staffers were getting mad at her._ _ _ Then she compounds the issue by asking_ "Should I say something?" _which no male manager would ask. Why?  Because IF YOU HAVE AN EMPLOYEE WHO IS NOT MEASURING UP, THE QUESTION "SHOULD I SAY SOMETHING?"  IS MOOT.  YOU EITHER SAY SOMETHING AND HANDLE THE ISSUE, OR YOU AREN'T DESERVING OF YOUR TITLE AND AUTHORITY.  Nor would a good male manager have likely led with "I'm a father of two" before anything else -- not because the Male Social Matrix discounts fatherhood (far from it) -- but BECAUSE A MALE MANAGER WOULD NOT SEE HIS OWN FAMILY STATUS AS HAVING _ANY _RELATION TO THAT OF HIS EMPLOYEES.   [http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xB63MP-XJ8/T85TVBux43I/AAAAAAAAA78/YFQgwJfR3Oc/s1600/dow_1952_plastic_1.jpg] But a female manager feels compelled to list that status first in order to BUILD SYMPATHY, ESTABLISH CONTEXT, and PUT HER STATUS OUT FOR REVIEW IN FSM STANDARD LANGUAGe: list any relationship or family status first, then career status.  A man would probably have written the question: _"I run a small company of ten employees, and one employee -- a single mother -- habitually leaves early or stays out because of family. __ While I support my employees'  in their family life, this is starting to be a drain on us all.  What can I do to mitigate her childcare issues and keep them from ruining my business?" _  Big difference.  The male is worried about the _business_ -- the "mission" -- whereas the female manager is far more worried about _what her employees are saying behind her back_, and whether or not her problem employee would fee offended if she attempted to hold her to account. Here's the columnist's answer, by the way: > A: It’s the old “what working mothers do to keep up > jobresponsibilities while keeping families afloat” challenge. > Sometimeswe need to face the fact that some jobs, for whatever > reason, mightnot be the best fit with our family’s needs. > There’s nothing wrongwith approaching your employee if you do it > with respect and concern.“Is everything okay at home?” you might > ask. “I’ve noticed you’ve hadquite a few emergencies lately > and you’ve missed some deadlines. Ijust want to make sure you’re > not overloaded.” Listen to what shesays, then come to a solution > that works for both of you. Maybe sheworks from home one day a week. > Maybe she comes in early every day soshe can leave early. Or maybe > letting her go is the outcome she’s secretly hoped for. That's a surprisingly blunt answer for a "working mother" advice column.   As my reader pointed out, _"_The matrix complained, and pulled the other crab [the employee] back into the bucket. The editor even suggests that the _working mom secretly _hopes_ to get fired."  _Hardly the "sisterhood-is-powerful!" reaction of her feminist forebears, but it's clear that this boss is using the rationalization of complaining  employees to handle discipline for one who was abusing the system . . . but only after a fuss was raised.    A male manager would have likely had the required talk with the employee without waiting for the gossip and resentment and dealt with the issue himself.  But an office full of female staffers, with a female boss, is far more likely to delay and discuss and otherwise attempt to build consensus . . . and when the consensus is strong enough, they can use it even to direct _their own bos_s. [http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta25LbsbUuQ/T85UbZUGR_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/suyXCzrXL6c/s1600/The+1940s.jpg]The Matrix relishes this kind of subtle infighting and rewards those who successfully control the consensus with leadership of the Matrix.   As long as everyone pretends to go along with that (to avoid destroying the precious perception of consensus) then it _doesn't really matter _who leads the Matrix.  Women are free to jockey for power with gossip, sabotage each other with rumor and innuendo, and work to shift the consensus favorably towards them until they are themselves "secretly" leading the consensus and someone else takes _them _down.  When that happens, even if the other women hate the conniving bitch who screwed over their BFF for the PTA leadership, they respect her for her ability to play the social game well. By contrast,  once Men have submitted to male authority, they rarely attempt to overthrow the hierarchy _even if they are at the lowest point on it_.  Indeed, their power and promise of power comes _from_ hierarchy, so serving it is ultimately in their best interest.   Men who rebel against their duty to authority in the absence of real incompetence or disaster by their leadership are not seen as heroes by their fellow men, they're seen as _men who have failed in their duty_.  They have purposefully trashed the hierarchy from which their authority should spring and put themselves at the top without properly earning it.   That's why generals who stage successful _coups d'eta__t_ are so paranoid: THEY KNOW THAT BY ASSUMING THEIR POSITION THE WAY THAT THEY HAVE, THEY HAVE TAKEN THE GREAT RISK OF ALIENATING THOSE WHO THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO COMMAND.  And an army that has accepted one change in leadership without much struggle is unlikely to fight to keep you on top.  A MAN DOES NOT _LOSE_ POWER BY VOLUNTARILY SUBMITTING TO A RESPECTED AUTHORITY.   HE _GAINS _IT.   A soldier gets more respect than a civilian, even if he is a lowly private.  An athlete might lack the talent or ability to be a star player, but if he's a good _team _player who works hard then he can still get the MVP trophy at the end of the season.  Or even team captain, if he has garnered sufficient respect from his teammates.   [http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiy4Dk7Pngo/T85VdZ8whlI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Usv30584e9Q/s1600/Scan_Pic0444.jpg]So how can you use this?  The obvious way, of course, is to MAKE CERTAIN YOUR WOMAN WITNESSES OTHER MEN BEHAVING RESPECTFULLY TO YOU AND TREATING YOU WITH DEFERENCE.   Cultivate a couple of slavish beer buddies she doesn't know real well who _cannot shut up_ about how goddamn great you are any time she's around, for instance.   Or distinguish yourself with the membership of some club or professional association you belong to.    Let her see other men acclaim and admire you, and her panties get drenched.   I noticed a distinct uptick in interest from Mrs. Ironwood, for example, when I started actually getting fans for my work.   And while she almost always responds to the presence of ardent female fans (thanks to preselection) I get almost as good results when one of my male fans praises me and I share that with her. Second, JUST BY BEING AWARE OF THE FACT THAT WOMEN _DON'T_ CONTROL MALE SOCIAL STATUS YOU'VE GAINED AN ADVANTAGE.  Most dudes are pretty clueless about social matters, and just naturally accept their social role as wherever their woman stuck them.  They sometimes think that going out of their way to help women ("white knight" style) will add to their social status and improve their relationships.  In fact, CONSISTENTLY BEING SEEN HELPING WOMEN THROUGH THEIR DIFFICULTIES DIMINISHES YOU IN _MALE_ SOCIAL STATUS.  Yes, the women in the Matrix who are familiar with you will gossip about your assistance in a positive manner . . . but once you understand that _men_ generate the social status that is so important to the FSM then you'll realize that your "sweet" gesture got you no closer to getting laid or even being taken seriously by women.    That _doesn't _mean you don't volunteer to wash the dishes when you have dinner at your mother-in-law's house -- that's just polite.  It _does_ mean that IF EVERY TIME "THE GIRLS" IN THE OFFICE/CLASS GET INTO A PROJECT THEY CAN'T GET OUT OF, YOU DON'T GO RUNNING TO FIX IT . . . YOU LET THEM FALL ON THEIR COLLECTIVE ASS.  Because if you're the kind of dude who White Knights all the time, the other dudes in your matrix will know it, and your social status will fall.  I used to make this mistake all the time when I was a Blue Pill teenager.  I figured if I helped women out, their gratitude for the service would incline them toward liking me.  It did . . . as long as I was safely in the 'friend zone'.   So when I was the only guy helping in the kitchen with the girls at church youth camp, they all thought I was _great_ . . . until I asked a girl out.  The moment I tried to make my dutiful service into something else, then all of the sudden I was "creepy" for being so "deceitful" about my motivations.  And of course the other dudes had long ago written me off as gay or too gamma for words.  I wised up, eventually, and I quit being the bitch of any girl who smiled at me until I tried to kiss her.   But it took a _long_ time to figure out that being perpetually ready to go to any woman's rescue was not helping me get laid in the slightest, and was actually working _against_ me.  Because women saw it as weakness they could take advantage of, and men saw it as a disinterest in masculine endeavors. Thirdly, understanding the power the FSM has over a woman is _breathtaking.  _You really do not, as a man, have a proper appreciation of just how much your wife lives and dies by her social positioning.  Shit you would shrug off as incidental can lead to a woman's hamster breaking the light speed barrier in a social crisis.  If your best friend, for example, told you that you were a fat slob who needed to lose fifty pounds, you'd likely agree and call him an asshole for pointing it out before you both waddle off to Denny's.  If a woman hears from her best friend that she's starting to look "hippy" from a certain angle, that's the FSM equivalent of a flesh wound.  I've seen such casual remarks launch episodes of neuroses that minstrels will sing about one day. [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9tVH3qiJ3I/T85z-MQbfJI/AAAAAAAAA8w/lTIoyggTaV8/s1600/undergDM2702_468x364.jpg] UNDERSTANDING THAT _HER _SOCIAL STATUS IS DEPENDENT UPON _YOUR _SOCIAL STATUS IN A RELATIONSHIP GRANTS YOU MORE THAN A LITTLE LEVERAGE IN THE RELATIONSHIP.   A married couple is, for all practical purposes, a social team.  You get a little status from having a beautiful wife (and slightly less for a plain wife, none for a bitchy wife, and negative for a truly bitchy screachtard), and she gets a significant boost from you if you are held at all in esteem by your male peers.  Your cooperation as a team can lead to mutual benefits, if you're subtle and adept enough to work together.   When I go to a social function with Mrs. Ironwood, for instance, we've developed a series of protocols that we use to mutually support each other in conversation, rescue each other from unpleasant people, and signal to each other if we need to a) talk alone together  b) have a minor social emergency c) stay clear of the conversation because it is socially dangerous d) have acquired a stalker e) I have to go to the bathroom, can you get me a drink? f) I want to wrap things up and go home  and f) let's get the hell out of dodge.    (I'm trying to get her to understand a new one, g)_ let's meet in the bathroom, outside in the car, or some other secluded place for some danger nookie_.  So far, not much luck with that one.) And if you aren't -- or don't _want _to work together to buff social status for some reason (say, six weeks without fellatio might convince you), it doesn't take much to give your wife a temporary hit on her social status by _not_ cooperating with her.   Telling tales to her biggest rival's husband, for instance (certain to get back to her rival) or fart loudly in front of the local social heavyweight  -- both would be mortifying wounds to a socially conscious wife.  And _perfectly excusable _from you, as you are merely male and have no idea how women "really are".  Indeed, from the perspective of the Matrix, any issues that the women in her FSM will be laid at HER feet, not yours . . . because "he's a man and doesn't know any better".  But she's going to be the subject of position-killing gossip for months. (Side Note: It's _amazing_ how feminism flies out the door when women get talking about other women.  If you ever get the chance to overhear your wife and her friends when they don't think you're listening, you'll overhear stuff about women not present and their attached menfolk that would have you, my friend, in diversity training classes for the next six months for the pure misogyny.  I once watched a friend of mine and his feminist wife get into a fight because despite her insistence that there were only minor physical differences in men and women, gender was a cultural concept, and that sexism in any form (save the usual male-bashing) was appalling, she was furious at the fact that he had mentioned something about her poor wardrobe in passing to her highly successful big sister, who was _only too happy_ to help her little sister out shopping.  The feminist _freaked _because now she looked sloppy and poor to her big sister, and that would be used to judge her and angle the rest of their family FSM against her, and proceeded to accuse her of being manipulative, scheming, and conniving, a total whore, low moral character, etc. -- and that HE should know better.  But I digress) So keep in mind that when a woman is in a relationship with you, that it has _much more significance_ to her relations with the FSM than you think.  Indeed, YOU AREN'T IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER, YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER _WHOLE NETWORK_, and thinking otherwise is going to get you in trouble.  As much as she may or may not love you, your presence in her life is giving her a buff -- because being single after 30 and childless after 35 substantially lowers her positioning vis a vis the FSM.  What you do or don't do affects not just you and she, but her and her relationship with the FSM.   We'll be returning to this subject repeatedly in the future.  There's lots more to cover.  Promise. 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