What Is The Purpose of My Blog?

After reading my previous post about resurrecting myself after a 4.5 year absence, you might be wondering: what the hell is this blog even about? What is my purpose in blogging? That’s not an entirely unfounded question.

When I first attempted blogging in 2012, assuming you’d even call my 8 posts an “attempt”, I had aspirations of becoming a game/lifestyle/generic-manosphere blog. But I fizzled out because I realized I didn’t have anything to say. Now I do.

What could I say about game that hadn’t already been said a million times by others with far more experience with women? Back in 2012, I still had a fairly low notch count and was in a committed relationship. Since that relationship ended, my notch count has increased appreciably. Now I finally feel like I have some wisdom to share regarding women.

What could I say about lifestyle? Back in 2012, I was unemployed after graduate school and struggling to find employment. I even had to move back in with my parents in my hometown in the Midwest. That depressing reality doesn’t make good fodder for a lifestyle blog.

I currently have a good, cushy job (at least as far as wage slave jobs go) and am just starting to hit my stride in life. Only now do I actually have the means to travel and have adventures. Only now do I finally feel like I have something to say about developing a lifestyle.

However, game and lifestyle are just two of the things I will be focusing on. I envision my blog as encompassing much, much more.

The primary purpose of my blog is simple: it’s my soapbox for discussing all my passions in life, the place where I can freely discuss anything and everything that appeals to me, and an outlet for chronicling some of my crazy life stories.

Is it possible to adequately and neatly summarize all my passions and interests for maximum SEO purposes? Hell if I know.

Matt Forney breaks down blogging into three tiers:

A tier-3 blog has no purpose and no mission aside from being a place where you can write stuff and other people can read it. What do you write on a tier-3 blog, you might ask?

Anything and everything.

Whenever you get the urge to write, write. It doesn’t matter what, so long as you write. Local politics, your favorite music videos, book reviews, celebrity gossip, the corn content of a pile of shit; if it crosses your mind, blog about it. Fisk some feminists, rant about your co-workers, and generally do what you want, when you want. If you feel like writing a post at three in the morning on a Sunday while drunk off your ass on Twisted Teas, go right ahead.

Once you’ve gathered enough data from the tier-3 blog, you advance to tier-2: a tightly-focused and organized blog. A tier-2 blog has a particular topic of interest and a set schedule of publication. The articles you write for a tier-2 blog are well thought-out and value-add; you don’t simply pick something that’s happening in the news and grouse about it, you write something that will genuinely enlighten people and continue to be relevant months, years after it’s published.

I’d like to establish this blog as being somewhere between Tier 3 and Tier 2. I ostensibly have a Tier 2 purpose and a mission as encapsulated by my tagline: “Musings on Sex, Science, Self-Defense, and Society”. However, like Tier 3, I don’t want to be completely committed to a specific theme. I want to retain the freedom of sometimes being able to deviate and rant about whatever’s on my mind.

But as far as my ostensible purpose, let’s break down what my tagline means:

  • “Musings” is my leeway to post about all of my introspective thoughts and wonder aloud about a topic.
  • “Sex” covers my posts about game and seduction concepts, as well as my wisdom about women. Also any of my crazy sex stories.
  • “Science” covers the fact that I’m a physicist, and I love discussing the inner workings of our strange and vast universe. It’s also the category where I can geek out over new discoveries and technological developments.
  • “Self-Defense” covers my obsession casual interest in firearms, knives, and martial arts, as well as all forms of “forbidden knowledge” such as lock-picking, tactical skills, surveillance techniques, and all the other miscellaneous things you usually see in spy thrillers.
  • “Society” covers my need to talk about culture and politics, especially my distaste for the cancer that is the social justice warrior phenomenon. And because no discussion of society could be complete without comparing and contrasting different cultures, I’ll also be sharing what I’ve learned from my travels around the world.

I’ve limited my tagline to those categories primarily because none of the others have any good alliterations with the letter “S.”

Besides, because everything is technically contained within a society, the latter category is my umbrella term for being able to discuss pretty much anything else.

Many of my other interests can be summarized under the tenets of traditional masculinity: the freedom to speak one’s mind, self-improvement, health & fitness, lifestyle optimization, a red-pill understanding of human behavior, etc. Taking those concepts and applying them to modern-day society, one of my biggest influences in blogging, Roosh, coined the term Neomasculinity. As a man who strives everyday for masculine endeavors, Neomasculinity has formed a major component of my mindset.

Speaking of mindset, Mike Cernovich and Victor Pride have been major influences on me, as well. In fact, their frequent blogging about mindset and having a positive mental attitude, especially Victor Pride’s recent Full Color Godcasts, are the kick in the ass I needed to motivate me to re-start my blog.

The concept of mindset ties neatly into another life-long interest of mine, psychology. I got into science in an attempt to understand the inner workings of the universe, and likewise I’ve been interested in psychology in an attempt to understand how people think and behave. Given the overlap with game and science, psychology and mindset are naturally also topics I’ll be blogging about.

All that pretty much summarizes the “serious” discussions I plan to have with this blog. But like the Joker once said, “Why so serious?” Being all work and no play would be no fun, so I’ll also be blogging my thoughts on non-serious topics, like my favorite movies and vices. As I casually mentioned in my previous post, a lot of my procrastination on writing is due to being distracted by Netflix and video games. I’m not gonna change that much, so of course I’ll still be wasting some time with Netflix and video games. But what I can do differently is to rationalize wasting time by writing about it later! Genius!

Now, if you’ve kept reading this post this far, you’ll have noticed that I’ve put in a lot of time into designing what my blog will become. So you might be wondering, if I’m putting in all this work, then…

What is my end goal in blogging?

Honestly? To make enough money online to become location independent. My dream is to be able to travel the world, have adventures, and make money through writing. I have some ideas for novels and short stories that I will be writing, and I will be tying those into a true Tier-2 blog that I’m currently developing. So you’ll also see posts on my blog revolving around writing in addition to everything else.

I’ve been procrastinating on my dream for far too long now, stupidly thinking that one day I’ll just wake up and my dreams will have come true. But to absolutely nobody’s surprise, nothing is going to happen unless I take action.

So that’s what I’m doing. My first step in taking action is to restart this blog, get to writing, and get some feedback on my writing.

That’s the true purpose of this blog.

Fat or Curvy… or Have I Been in America Too Long?

Whoah, it’s been over 3 weeks since my last post on here. It’s funny how quickly time can slip by when you’re not blogging. I’m gonna have to remedy that in the future with more frequent posts. But anyway…

Last week, Roosh Tweeted a link to a blog post entitled Fatkini 2012 asking the question “What’s worse… the pictures or the comments?” For those of you too lazy to click the link, here’s a sample of one of the pictures:
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All the comments on her post are a constant stream of calling her “gorgeous”, “beautiful”, etc. Essentially all the stereotypical feel-good comments girls give each other and the over-the-top flattery provided by a girl’s beta orbiters. So yeah, the comments are pretty nauseatingly bad no matter who the girl is.

But I truly and honestly don’t understand Roosh’s perspective on these pictures, especially asking if they’re worse than the comments. In theory, I get the whole “holy shit, fat women shouldn’t wear bikinis or even be seen in public” agenda motivating Roosh’s comment, and I certainly don’t hold that against him. My problem is that my mind simply cannot conceive of this girl being considered “fat”.

Yes, I can see where Roosh is coming from, as this girl isn’t exactly small, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s fat. This might be a rare, legitimate use of using the words “big-boned” or “curvy” to describe her. I’ve met a few girls before in person who legitimately have a larger-than-average bone structure, and it’s always a little weird meeting a girl the same size as me who isn’t fat.

One tell-tale sign and turn-off I look for in fat chicks is a noticeable jiggly flabbiness in her neck, arms, and thighs, along with significant rolls of fatty flesh in her abdomen protruding over the mons pubis. I don’t see any of those signs in this chick. Also absent are any traces of cellulite or stretch marks. With most fat chicks, I can at least imagine what they’d look like if they lost weight, but not so with this girl. She appears to be healthy to me.

In fact, at the risk of being lumped in with her other commentators, I’d even say I would happily and totally wreck every orifice on this girl. And I wouldn’t even feel the slightest bit of shame afterwards. (Though to be fair, I should admit that when I look at her, all I really see are her HUGE BEWBS. And I really, really like HUGE BEWBS. Also, those big, dick-sucking lips.)

Is there some optical illusion at work? The stripes in the bikini drawing my eyes to see an attractive chick? Is the bikini bottom acting as a corset? The devil magic of Photoshop at work in just the right places? Being too distracted by her HUGE BEWBS?

Or have I simply been in America too long? My brain can’t even conceive of this woman being “fat”, and sex with her would make my dick rock hard. Perhaps I’ve built an immune response to the plethora of fat chicks in this country, that I can’t fully recognize one where others in the Manosphere do. I’d love to hear others’ thoughts on this topic.

But maybe this discussion is completely pointless. After all, isn’t the only thing that really matters is that she decisively passes my boner test?

Is Dear Abby Another Sign That Game Has Gone Mainstream?

Yesterday, the University of Man had this post discussing mainstream sources accepting basic tenets of Game. And today, I just stumbled upon a very unlikely one: Dear Abby.

I’ve come to expect the newspaper advice columnists Dear Abby, Annie’s Mailbox, Dear Prudence, etc. as bastions of feminist thought. There are countless examples of them shaming men and chastising them for refusing to “man up”. For example, there’s this recent Annie’s Mailbox column discussed by The Angry Dad where the response insists a dad get checked for ADD because he doesn’t want to work two jobs so his wife can stay at home with their baby. Or this post from Roosh describing a Dear Prudence letter that suggested a man go to counseling for wanting daily sex from his wife.

However, I found one of today’s Dear Abby letters rather interesting. First, here’s the letter (I’ve bolded a few relevant parts):

DEAR ABBY: My friends and I are women in our late 40s and early 50s. Some of us are married, some are single. Individually or as a group we have taken classes, volunteered, gone on cruises, gone to clubs and bars — you name it.

We have noticed that nearly everyone at these activities is either female or with a female as part of a couple. There are loads of single middle-aged women out there joining things and having fun, but there seem to be almost no single middle-aged men. Friends in various parts of the country report the same thing.

Where do the single men go? They rarely go out alone or with a male buddy. Our running joke is they’re all home watching bad cable TV. Middle-aged guys must be there somewhere, but where? You’d think that if they wanted to meet women, they’d go where women are, but we rarely see them. Can you solve this mystery for us? — WHERE THE BOYS AREN’T, NORTHERN WYOMING

When I first read this, I laughed at the middle-aged women not understanding the concept that men, no matter what age they are, don’t want middle-aged women, so it’s no surprise that the woman who wrote the letter can’t find them and rarely see them. I was expecting Abby to have a whole response shaming these men, calling them emotionally immature or somesuch for not wanting to settle for these old hags, and I even began planning today’s blog post as a response to it. But then her response completely surprised me:

DEAR WHERE THE BOYS AREN’T: Part of your problem may be that most of the males in your age group are already married. I don’t recommend looking for eligible men in clubs and bars because the ones who go there are usually looking for younger women

She just flat out tells the truth about male nature to these women, that most men are seeking younger women. No shaming, no chastising. Just flat out stating an objective fact, like saying the sky is blue. She just tells these women that for men who do want to meet women, they ARE going where women are. Where the young women are, that is.

There’s really nothing to respond to in this Dear Abby column. The rest of her response that I didn’t post is completely reasonable advice for a single, middle-aged woman looking to meet a man. I just wanted to write my own post about it because I was so surprised that such a mainstream column as Dear Abby would accept and state as fact the truth that men want younger women.

If basic tenets of Game are becoming this mainstream, maybe the Manosphere is winning after all.

Body Type is Irrelevant for Game

Danger & Play has a short article posted today asking “What Kind of Body Do Women Want?” and initially concludes, rightly so, that “It’s a stupid debate because there is no right answer.” However, with the very next sentence, he proceeds to get it wrong:

There are six right answers. If this chart were measured, from top-left to lower-right, the correct answers would be: 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, and 10.

I’m here to argue that in the image above, there are ten right answers. And not coincidentally, there are ten body types in the image. If your Game is tight enough, it doesn’t matter what body type you have, hot women will still love and fuck you. Peter Griffin once said it best, “Men aren’t fat. Only fat women are fat.” A charismatic personality transcends all body types, from skinny to obese-fat. If she loves your personality, she’ll automatically love your body.

There still seems to be some bias, even in the enlightened Manosphere, about what exactly women are attracted to. Just because men are 95% attracted to looks in women, some men still cling to the notion that a man’s looks are important to women. But no, women are 95% attracted to a man’s personality, confidence, and status. Men, you know that 5% of your attraction to a woman based on things outside looks, like her job or personality? Looks fall in that 5% category for women.

Now, I won’t argue that some men’s body types do have a slight advantage over others. The categories Danger & Play listed would be the ones with an advantage, but those advantages aren’t based on appealing to a woman’s sense of aesthetics. Instead, the men with “attractive” body types generally have more confidence because of a positive self-image. Many obese men are insecure about their excess weight, and it’s this insecurity that makes them fail with women. Muscular men get complimented often on their physique, and naturally these compliments build up the man’s confidence. Meanwhile, skinny twigs of men don’t get complimented on their physique, and thus their self-confidence begins to degrade. Also, the muscular body types don’t get that way by themselves. The men need to work out, and working out increases testosterone. A testosterone boost makes a man just feel manlier, which could be all the guy needs to boost his confidence and become more appealing to women.

Now, I’m not encouraging you to become lazy sloths. Working out is still important for maintaining a healthy lifestyle. And yes, you should be working to gravitate yourself to one of the athletic body types. But for health reasons, not sexual reasons.

And I will admit, some body types have stereotypes associated with them that may make it harder to Game or may necessitate different styles of Game. For example, fat men shouldn’t roll out to a club wearing a white V-neck in anticipation of using the same Game as a man with bulging muscles. And a fat man wearing a World of Warcraft T-shirt is just going to conjure up all sorts of images of “basement-dwelling virgin”. But a fat man wearing a well-tailored suit? Unstoppable.

So if you’re a man who’s concentration camp skinny or Comic Book Guy obese, don’t fret over your looks damaging your sexual market value. If you don’t obsess over your looks, women won’t either. Just dress well to flatter your body, and lock down your Game tighter than a twelve year old. And trust me, that’s what will get women falling all over you.

Don’t believe me? Still maintain being fat would hinder your sex life? Let’s ask this guy:

Tony Soprano

Tony Soprano

No, There Definitely Is Something Wrong With You

For my second blog post on here, I was planning on discussing more about my life story and how I got into the Game. But then I decided, to hell with that. I’m just going to jump headfirst into the Manosphere with a fan-favorite topic: bashing feminism.

This recent post on Jezebel titled “For Chrissakes, There Is Nothing Wrong With You: A Dating Manifesto” attracted my attention, as it’s just dying for a response. It’s another one of those feel-good pieces of nonsense proclaiming how all women are beautiful in their own way. I hate to break it to you, ladies, but not all of you are pretty. In fact, many of you are just plain ugly, and the chances of that are higher if you’re one of the fat feminist land-whales who regularly reads Jezebel.

The whole article reads like a butthurt woman who has failed to attract a quality man and is now desperately rationalizing her failure by seeking the support and comfort of other butthurt women who have failed to attract a man. She just can’t grasp the fact that men are primarily attracted to a woman’s looks, and her hamster is desperately spinning to find some other explanation. More than that, she is trying to find a way to excuse herself from having to improve her looks, or really anything about her, to attract a man. Sorry, but arguments that fall under the category of “there’s nothing wrong with me, there’s something wrong with everyone else!” just don’t work.

The simple truth is that if you can’t attract a mate, from a biological and evolutionary standpoint, there is something wrong with you. The entire evolutionary process is dependent upon finding a member of the opposite sex with which to mate, and if you can’t make yourself attractive enough to find a quality mate, you are failing in what evolution is pushing you to do. I freely admit that in my former beta days when I couldn’t attract a girl to save my life, there was indeed something wrong with me. So I set about identifying what I was doing wrong and improving that aspect of my life by learning Game. Why can’t women just freely admit the same? If men aren’t finding you attractive, perhaps you should think about finding a way to improve your looks. If I tried to make the same argument, that women should love me and be begging to sex me up just for being the charmless, needy beta that I was, I would be laughed off the Internet.

But I digress. Let’s go through this article so that I may point and laugh at all that is wrong with it. My comments are in bold.

As modern ladies of marrying age (read: used-up thirty-somethings who have ridden the cock carousel and are now desperately looking for a guy to settle down with before they get much older and hit the wall completely), our trusty inadequacy paradigm has always gone something like this: “I’m too fat for the men I like (What men is that, dear? All the alpha males who make your vagina tingle but won’t have anything to do with you because you’ve allowed yourself to bloat up?).” “I’m too ugly to get married (Yeah, you probably are).” “I’m too old to find a guy (Don’t worry, I’m sure one of those poor betas you friend-zoned a few years ago will still desperately take you now that no other man with options will).”

And that’s just the first sentence. Let’s continue.

So couldn’t we just call bullshit on this entire idea and be, I don’t know, people? People who don’t exist “for” men? (No. As I explained earlier, women exist for men just as much as men exist for women. That’s just how life and biology works. Deal with it.)

We have to quit defining ourselves solely in relation to dudes. Like, “I am not me—I am some imaginary man’s imaginary perfect 10, plus 50 extra pounds, minus a 20-inch waist, plus a threatening commitment to feminism, minus any desire to pretend to care about bike polo! That’s me!” No, that’s not you. That is a weird monster you made up to torture yourself. (Or maybe it is you, and your hamster is spinning to convince yourself it’s not. If a man made the corresponding argument, “I am not me–I am some imaginary woman’s imaginary perfect 10, plus 50 times needier, minus any confidence, plus a threatening addiction to World of Warcraft, minus any desire to hold a steady job!”, you’d call him a creepy loser.)

Any man who is a person wants to be with a woman who is a person (An ATTRACTIVE person). Attraction isn’t intellectual, it’s involuntary—and if men really only wanted to squirt their penises inside of silent supermodels (they do), then regular people would be extinct. But look to your left. Look to your right. Regular people in the house! (So by your “logic”, you’d be happy being with just a regular man, then? Also, men really, really, really just want to have sex. The hotter the woman, they more they want to have sex with her. But most men aren’t capable of attracting silent supermodels, so they settle for whatever woman consents to letting them put their penises inside her. Unfortunately, most of the time they’re settling for quality similar to your regular, bloated ass. I would bet my life savings that if they actually had the chance to leave your “regular” self for a supermodel, you should consider your ass dumped.)

Fundamentally, men are attracted to the exact same thing in women as women are in men (No, they are not. Men are primarily attracted to looks. Everything else is a far distant second place): Confidence. Self-assuredness. Agency. Knowing who you are. (I don’t give a shit about any of this in a girl if she isn’t pretty. Also, this contradicts the idea of attraction not being intellectual you were saying just a moment ago.) But it gets sticky, because confidence is also the opposite of helplessness, and a lot of men (insecure men) (I noticed your cheap shot at attempting to emasculate the men who disagree with you. It won’t work on me.) need women to be helpless, because helpless people aren’t in charge. (If I have to choose between a girl who’s helpless and your cuntish feminist attitude, I’m choosing helpless. But men don’t want helpless chicks. Men want pretty women who are sweet, pleasant, and feminine. Though I can see how you’d confuse that with being helpless.) And people in charge want to stay in charge. And the people in charge are men. (Thank the Lord Almighty!) (To be clear, I’m talking in broad, sloppy, systemic generalities here—not saying your dad is secretly trafficking lady-slaves from Belarus or something (If my dad was doing that, I’d buy him a beer and give him a high-five). You know what I mean.)

All the faux-evolutionary excuses people give for modern beauty ideals (gigantic boobs means more milk for cave-babies! A tiny waist means a bigger uterus!) are garbage. (They’re beauty ideals because those things make most men’s dicks hard. I really don’t care what the evolutionary reasons are. Gigantic boobs and tiny waists make my dick hard. The opposite of small boobs and a large waist does not. That’s all the reason I need.)

Here is what I will cop to in terms of our primordial human standards of beauty. To bag an early-man, you probably needed:
1. Most of your limbs.
2. Minimal open sores.
3. A baseline level of health and robustness to be able to care for a child and/or defend it from lions. (Yeah, but I don’t think feminism and female obesity was quite as rampant in prehistoric times as it is now. Hence, a far larger percentage of women would be deemed bangable by that fact alone.)

We, as women, go our whole lives believing this lie that all we have to do is to stop being too fat and too flat-chested and too bitchy and too uptight, and then the perfect dude will finally love us forever. (Um, yes, pretty much.) But chasing that stupid phantom doesn’t make us necessary—it makes us disposable. It makes us powerless. Because we’re not people anymore, we’re holes. Miserable, back-stabbing holes. (Golly gee-whiz, what man wouldn’t want to stick around and commit to you with your obviously pleasant disposition?)

There’s this dumb, deathless stereotype that women only chase men who don’t need them (read: rationalizing the womanly desire for aloof alpha males)—but, um, that’s because everyone wants someone who doesn’t need them. Everyone wants someone who doesn’t need anyone! (Alpha males don’t. That’s partly why they’re attractive.) The only people who actually should be helpless are babies, and who wants to fuck a baby? Not me! (Pro tip: If you just yelled “Meeeeee!” and high-fived yourself, call the cops.) (This whole thing is starting to read as angry and incoherent.)

But what’s needier than turning your life into one endless Sally Jesse Raphael makeover episode?  What’s more helpless than carving yourself out of some dude’s janky old rib? (Trying to desperately convince the Internet that you don’t need to be attractive to get a man interested in you?) That is the opposite of finding an actual person who might actually love you. So stop it. You are not “too” anything for anyone. Be a person. Hang out with people. Do what you want and you’ll get what you want. (Not necessarily. Ladies, if you eat a tub of ice cream every night, you might be doing what you want, but you certainly won’t get the man that you want.) Giving up on other people’s expectations isn’t settling (So can I give up on women’s expectations that I be confident and hold a decent job and still have them find me attractive?)—it’s demanding what you fucking deserve. (You don’t deserve anything if you’re not going to put in the work to achieve it.)

Working to make yourself attractive to the opposite sex isn’t needy. There is no shame in women conforming to the standards desired by men of being pretty, sweet, and feminine. Competing with others for mating privileges is a normal, natural part of life. Evolution makes competition necessary. Attracting a man is why feminine women wear makeup and stay thin. Attracting a woman is why men do, well, pretty much anything. But being attractive takes work. Ladies, no matter how much you rant on the Internet, you’re never going to attract a quality man if you lay around staying all fat and frumpy and feeling entitled to have an attractive man interested in you without you needing to do anything.

If you’re not going to put in the effort required to attract a quality man, that’s fine. Nobody’s forcing you to. But then don’t bitterly complain when no man finds you attractive.