The sudden and unexpected death of dating

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Note the plesiosaur in the background.  Image from Wikipedia.

If you’re an old fart like me you would have once called up a young lady on the home phone.  Her dad would answer and he would stir you a bit before he put her on.  If ethnic he would just hang up.  You would talk to the girl for about five minutes and then get to the point of nervously asking her to a movie or party.  She would accept or decline.  Then you’d go ask if you could borrow the car.  You’d pick her up after making polite conversation with her parents.  Her mum would ask what you’re studying and her dad would want to know Read More

Mosquito Cosmology

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Late in the quiet of the gecko-roaming hours, a mosquito drones around a motivational poster that says, ‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.’   A picture of a basketball hoop.  The mosquito doesn’t know what motivation is.  It doesn’t know what basketball is, or what a game is.  It doesn’t even know what an image is, or a poster, or a word.  Furthermore, it is utterly incapable of ever grasping these concepts or ever coming close to understanding them.  It is a very simple creature.  It is a mosquito.  It bites, it lays, it dies.  That is all.  It can perhaps see the poster just as well as I can but it can not imagine what meaning it possesses.  It can not even wonder.

Outside the air is rich with poor-country foliage and exhaust fumes.  The thin moon makes way for several reluctant stars that peer through the darkened haze.  I peer back.  Those are the stars closest to us, the Solar Neighbourhood.  If you shrank the universe down to a scale where the sun had a diameter of 1cm (394 thou), the nearest stars would be a good day’s drive away.

The Solar Neighbourhood is in the Orion Arm of the Milky Way galaxy.  Our galaxy is part of the local group of galaxies.  Let’s pause here and reflect: scientists have speculated about the means to travel or send probes to nearby stars.  A whole galaxy might perhaps be colonized over millennia.  Sending any object to another galaxy, let alone sending a person, would require scarcely imagined technologies.  Exceedingly advanced civilizations may have risen, flourished, and perished in those nearby galaxies without us ever knowing.  So anyway, those galaxies make up the galaxy cluster, which is part of a supercluster.  The visible universe is a Read More

Word from the Dark Side, 8/25/16

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An irregular collection of problematic news and opinion.

I know, I know, my dearies.  The world is harsh and bleak.  Uncle Vlad is here to share with you good tidings from around the world that will soothe your mourning heart and bring succor to your contracted sphincter.  And if you can’t trust me, who can you trust?  Your Nona?  Haw haw.  She’s slagging you off to her bingo mates and spending your inheritance on buff Kenyan gigolos.  Ol’ Nik here’s the only friend you’ve got.  So let’s have a look.

Old ladies like your Gran who stay with their partners secretly hate them and wake up every morning wondering why they don’t leave.  No such thing as husband goggles, it seems.  A lifetime of provisioning and devotion?  Hypergamy doesn’t care about that or anything else.

In hot Asian sex trafficking news, most migrant sex workers in Australia are Read More

Seven Extreme Steps to Improve Your Sexual Market Value

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In case you hadn’t noticed, the nature of our sexual marketplace has recently changed.  Gone are the days when any man with job and a lower jaw could marry his high school beau.  Today’s men are searching harder for love and lusty encounters, with poorer results.

There are various reasons for this: reduced social controls on sexuality, decreased female dependence on a male protector and breadwinner, and the obesity epidemic.

But not all men are doing it tough..  Some gentlemen are doing better than was previously considered imaginable for anyone other than a movie star.  This is because of Read More

What’s wrong with men

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I watched public reactions the recent spate of terrorist attacks with sociopathic curiousity.  I wondered, how will the Cultural Marxists spin it?  In their taxonomy of the world, Muslims are a victim class, and so are gays.  So how is it that a Muslim can attack a gay nightclub?  SJWs looked on, shocked, like a zoologist in the field observing a zebra stalking and devouring a wildebeest.  It’s not supposed to happen.

At first the Left put forward an unconvincing narrative about how Muslims are discriminated against in the West and this lack of engagement makes them go all choppy-choppy.  The first problem with this view is that it paints all Muslims as oversensitive maniacs who will blow us up unless we refrain from mocking their religion and ensure they all enjoy excellent careers.  The Left fails to explain why Asian immigrants do not require such mollycoddling.  The second problem is that there’s a shirtload of terrorists over there in the sandlands who were never discriminated against.  In fact, they are in the mainstream, Sunni majority and they are gradually eliminating everybody else.  Clearly a more logically acrobatic narrative was required.

Some commenters on Australian radio had the answer.  All the terrorists belong to the same, privileged group when you stop and think about it: they are Read More

Word From the Dark Side, 8/4/16

An irregular collection of problematic news and opinion.

Dalrock points out how researchers and society minimize the sacrifices of married men – their extra earnings = extra work, and the ‘benefits’ of marriage to divorced men = they have to keep working.

The New Modern Man explains why he quit relationships.

Pictures of a pretty Thai girl.

Modern slavery in America.

A crazy cat lady argues against sex segregation in sport.  I’m all for it.  I’m joining the Brazilian ladies volleyball team!  Oi Nikolai, they’ll yell, keep your eyes on the ball.  I shall reply, no.  But don’t worry, I identify as someone who is good at sport.

You gotta admit, this one is original.  Jim argues that Read More

My Red Pill Moment

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Back when the ‘sphere was young, writers would publish a post explaining their ‘red pill moment’ – the instant they realized that everything they’d been told about women was wrong.  It’s fallen into disuse but I’m bringing it back.

In 2011 I was a blue pill beta who still believed 90% of the things that I was supposed to believe, and I dismissed hate facts with all the fervor of a furiously bespectacled lesbian social worker.

After yet another hair-raising breakup – I feared the crazy bitch might stab me – I decided to avoid dumping girls for while by avoiding real relationships.  I would just play the field as I had heard other men managed to do.

I met a new girl and we shagged within hours.  She later pressed for relationship clarification and told her openly that I didn’t want anything serious and that I would not be exclusive.  I expected her to slap me on the spot, or at least to storm out at such a degrading suggestion.

She Read More