Monthly Archives: February 2013

Crippled Emotion



A slight change in pace for this post

When I was overseas recently, I was in a bookshop when there was a couple sitting nearby that caught my eye. I was in a third world country, where most people wouldn’t have the same privileges that I have. The woman was overweight and in a wheelchair sitting next to a man who appeared to have down syndrome. Both were dressed as if they lived on the streets. They held each other closely, clasping as if they were saying goodbye to each other for an extended period of time. They appeared on the brink of tears but you had a feeling they were happy.

So I’m sitting there, staring at these two people, who are unmindful to everyone around them, and realise they will probably never have the same level of comfort I experience on a daily basis. The struggles that they face everyday to lead a somewhat normal life in a country stricken by poverty is much more than anything anyone I know has faced. But they sit there, holding each other, experiencing a strong, deep connection. It’s a strong moment but soon you realise it all fades. Fades to black, reality hits.

But then you realise that many of the people living that lifestyle are the ones who don’t have a choice.

How many people would intentionally cripple your legs, retard yourselves, if it guaranteed something simple and joyful?

How many of you guys would move to a poverty stricken third world country where you risk your life everyday when you leave your house?

Be happy with not being happy.

Mediocrity is back in business.

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The Career Carousel


I have already written in the past how the western culture has destroyed women from the perspective of a meaningful relationship capacity, now another common occurrence which is rather widespread and encouraged even, is riding the career carousel.

So many women excessively dedicate themselves into their career in the hope that it would lead them to greater success in life, happiness and financial prosperity. In my field especially, the added stress, and insane working hours often leads to young women, who are fresh and full of life when they commence their careers, to end up as jaded, bitchy, saggy women when they leave. The other alternative is ugly women who fail to attract a desirable man switch strategies from finding a provider male to collecting the resources themselves, for them this is probably a good escape.

Recently, I was looking over an article which displayed a photo of a former University of Melbourne Commerce graduate, when she finished her undergraduate degree she was quite attractive and had the added-value of being rather intelligent too, quite the catch you would think. After a few years working in Finance, working insane hours and enduring all that stress, she looks almost 10 years older than what her real age is. Quite a pity.

There is always just a little something “off” about women who are unreasonably dedicated to their professions and to gaining an acronymic procession of purposeless credentials. Careerist women are some of the most unpleasant, unfeminine women to be around. It isn’t hard to pick up on the majority of women that have been riding the career train for 5+ years in high-stress professions without any visual cues; their masculine attitudes are often more than enough to signal their level of venality that has infected them throughout their corporate ladder climbing days.

For many women the desire is there, more so due to the usual societal bullshit encouraging how empowering it is to be a “Strong, independent, career driven woman”. They often even believe that their employer is almost an extension of their personality. On so many occasions people voluntarily drop the name of their employer in the finance field and expect some sort of praise in response to it. Remember that you’re expendable, and having incredible amounts of loyalty to your employer is exactly what they would want from you. All the usual corporate culture bullshit you have been fed has conditioned you into that. I’d say that students at The University of Melbourne are probably one of the worst proponents of it; they ride the career train far too hard, and think that because they work at their respective organisations that their status is Oh so high! After being a corporate drone for years, they start to gain a realisation of how they have lost their individuality and are now as “Cookie Cutter” as the person sitting in the cubicle opposite them. It’s somewhat sad, sad to see the homogeneous output of what years of grinding it out too hard in the corporate world can spit out.

Attractive young girls of many other cultures usually put personal life, love and marriage before career, and would tend to have happier love and family lives. This is why fugly feminists with several degrees slur stay-at-home mums so clamorously; ugly women feel, on a deep instinctual level, that their sub-par attractiveness is the actual cause of why they don’t have the possessions that better looking women have, so they pretend they never desired those things or that the women who want those things are somehow lesser women, inexperienced, provincial dummies of a fictional patriarchy who does not appreciate the joys of climbing the corporate ladder, getting that CPI-aligned pay “rise” along with the stress and added responsibility of a new title. These feminists are, of course, involved in an animated, charred crusade of dishonesty.

After you realise that the HR spiels are bullshit and that it’s fairly impossible to be “Rich” working for someone else, reality hits and then comes your mid-life crisis, when you think to yourself “Is there all there is to my life?” But by then the damage is done. Your hair is probably shortened so its low maintenance, your wrinkles would probably be glistening from all those late nights working, you’ll probably be out of shape from those convenient meals, and you’ll be distant from people who are or were close to you. All that to pursue that title!

Women must realise that they should never feel entitled to a high quality partner because of their “good” job, we aren’t attracted to your earning capacity, and we cannot have sex with your pay-cheque or fall in love with your Master’s degree. Having a nice feminine allure and balancing out yourself with positive traits is more likely to land you someone of desire.

The brain-dead feminists will naturally ask, “Why doesn’t the same theory apply to men? Aren’t they escaping sad love lives by retreating to their careers?”

Don’t you know it’s different for guys? Unlike women, men are evolutionarily encoded to be resource providers for women. It is not a treachery of a man’s instinctive purpose in life to determinedly pursue accomplishment and honours. In fact, just the contradictory; it’s a verification of that primitive purpose. A man turning his back on raising his status is akin to a woman allowing herself to get overweight and disheveled.


Rationalising Mistakes


I’ve always wondered the rationalisation that loose women use to justify their slutdom.

A few honest questions though..

Was spending your best physical years riding from random cock to cock really worth it?

Was reducing your sexual market value, getting pumped and dumped, being used as a slam piece by random men, validating for you?

The mediocre sex, the sloppy one night stands, the lack of attention and validation, the “rush” of banging someone without knowing their name, was it all that great?

The morning after, the regret, the feeling of being used for carnal pleasure, the constant reassurances to yourself that you’ll change..

..It was all worth it, right?

Using all your money from your boring job in HR on nights out to bang random dudes who couldn’t care less about who you were was “Liberating”, wasn’t it?

Did David, the Lawyer, John, the Investment Banker, Kevin, the Doctor, hang around more than a few weeks? Did he satisfy your desire for commitment? Or did he just “Smash and Dash”?

Did you enjoy hearing the above men say things like “Women can have sex with whoever they want and not be shamed for it. That’s only fair. Such a terrible society we live in. Such double standards!”

Reality is a bit harsher, honey. Life really isn’t fair, learn to deal with that.

The process continues, go out, meet random guy, end up at his, and get discarded like week-old trash the next morning.

So what do you have to show for it? A few cases of UTIs, random STD’s and an abortion or two in there too?

Isn’t it odd that most raging sluts are usually your average girls in terms of looks? The validation and sense of desire they need from being merely average and banging a multitude of guys really must supplicate their insecurity about not being at the higher end of the beauty scales.

The more dicks a woman has been banged by, the less likely she’ll be satisfied by any particular one. As the number of he-rockets ravaging her she-pocket increases, her ability to bond with a man is accordingly decreased…. Why ancient truths have to be relearned by modern morons is beyond me.

But hey, who are we to complain? Just don’t get mad when we don’t return your calls or texts and expect Prince Charming to show up.