Inside The University of Melbourne

I pulled some skank from yet another random venue the other week and had some interesting realisations.

It was a regular club pull, so obviously my expectations were low besides the superficial expectation of decent looks being met.

Given her attributes, it was obvious to me she had discarded any sense of respect and went down the Instawhoring path of attention seeking. At 19, she had already been spitroasted by two guys, banged multiple men the same day and had a lot of random one nighters. “Empowered” feminists will muster up some garbage as to how shes “exploring” herself in the typical delusion that is evident in their ideology.

However, I felt sorry for this teenager.

As I banged her, her phone throughout the evening just could not stop vibrating. Constant messages, likes, calls, photos. At one moment, her phone lit up right in front of my eye line and displayed a number of notifications.

The view was quite interesting.

Tinder, Facebook Messenger, Instagram, WhatsApp, Skype. All of which had notifications with explicit sexual content from a myriad of guys. I thought to myself how a girl can succumb to such an existence and be happy. The search for attention and “meaning” for a girl eventually leads them down this path of simply resorting to existing as a sexual commodity for a large spectrum of men. It’s sad that women have reduced themselves to this level and I expect the fall to continue. The level of common sense these days amongst young women is honestly dipping to record lows. It was no wonder she complained that no guy would hang around, I mean who would? Knowing that special “snowflake” is constantly sinking herself to please men after men erodes any value left within her. Yet, this basic common sense is now distorted by the cultural Marxism we experience.

A bit of advice..
If your idea of success and happiness is having a horde of thirsty guys sending you sexual messages at odd hours in the night, you’ll only get pumped and dumped and discarded like yesterdays trash from any guy that has standards.

If you long for constant commentary and likes for your bikini clad photo on Instagram, your dopamine addicted brain will never be satisfied with the attention one guy will give you.

And yes, I know, even if you’re a girl that does this, you’ll rationalise the hell out of it and never admit to your shortcomings, which is fine.

Notches speak for themselves.