Below is a classic post from a blog that is no longer functional, LaidNYC. This post is from over 7 years ago.
Once upon a time, the harsh winter of northern latitudes brought forth a great selective pressure upon its human inhabitants. The challenges of the terrain selected for the clever, and the cold climate allowed brains to expand with little metabolic cost. The minds it shaped brought forth innovation, first benefitting themselves and their spawn. Then capital, markets, and money coevolved with agriculture and eventually developed into an Industrial Revolution to solve problems for the masses at a low price of $19.95. Now western humanity has all the comfort and prosperity that 99.9% of humans did not have throughout history, with none of the brainpower required.
Today the threats of predators, vicious weather, starvation, and sexual excess have been solved by innovations built by great minds: Temperature controlled housing, superior technology, and weaponry, mass-produced food, medical innovation. It is only with these prosperous luxuries that this generation can consider progressive arguments that would get themselves laughed out of their village in shame throughout civilized history. Indeed, being a progressive has become a way to signal just how comfortable and high status you are. Thank you for the innovations in reproductive medicine, now stay out of my bedroom while I laugh at the religious ethics that was my ancestor’s penicillin. Open your borders, disarm and share everything with the world or you’re a backward racist hick. This washing machine is great, now stop oppressing women like a caveman.
With these comforts, for the first time, the selective pressures that will shape the genome of future generations are not coming from nature, it is coming from high verbal IQ shysters within the populace. But Darwin doesn’t care. Threats to reproductive fitness can come from a bear running at you, or from a TV telling your daughter to never settle. You see the unfortunate story of a woman who spent the currency of her youth on degrees and contracepted sex with alpha males and then her IVF doesn’t take at 35. What I see is a gazelle that got eaten by a cheetah because it couldn’t run fast enough. To the universe, the result is just the same. There are those who won’t reproduce by their own carelessness or choice. It isn’t to be fought. It is an evolution in action. It isn’t sad, it is a beautiful thing to witness.
Those who are most susceptible to believe the slick liars when they preach equalism and egalitarianism and pathological altruism will see their reproductive fitness decline. Teach your daughter to be a strong independent feminist and you’ll take your death rattle with no grandchildren at the side of your bed. Embrace the blank slate and don’t say anything racist in front of your children, and your grandkids end up looking nothing like you. Refuse to extend a middle finger at the warm n’ fuzzy everyone-gets-a-trophy philosophy and your son ends up a pussy. But with evolution, there are winners as well as losers. Some will resist these pressures. Indeed, the cultural Marxists should be careful what they wish for: They’re selecting for the smartest, most fertile, most racist, most patriarchal group the world has seen.
Of course, the high-time preference underclass who can’t summon the willpower to reach for a condom in the heat of the moment will continue to spawn above the carrying capacity of their earning power. But an Idiocracy can only be supported by the grace and altruism of wealth-producing hosts. The civilized world that they thieve trust from is held together with precarious threads, not least of all being a novel fiat reserve currency. A black swan event will not be kind. When the greenback goes full Madoff and/or technological advances finally crush all the monkey-sorting-widget jobs and the parasite class must be formalized with a Guaranteed Minimum Income, you will see the flight on a massive scale. Secession, expatriation, high walls, immigration-by-genome, and no apologies.
So keep up the “progress”. Release those cheetahs and we’ll see which gazelle can run the fastest. You think each time a universal ballot or activist judge swings left you’ve won a battle when really you’re just creating more legroom for my grandkids in Elysium.
First, take out a sheet of paper and write 100 times:
My flaws are never clearer to a man than after the first time he has sex with me. My flaws are never clearer to a man than after the first time he has sex with me. My flaws are never clearer to a man than after the first time he has sex with me.
Men don’t want it to be this way. A guy doesn’t choose to be less attracted to a girl. That doesn’t matter.
See, before sex a man thinks with his dick.
He is thinking of all your positive qualities and why he wants to fuck you.
He is conquest driven.
He doesn’t consciously acknowledge or think of your flaws.
After that first sweet sexual release, a man is forced to use his brain to evaluate you for the first time. Without a hard dick in his way, a man can more easily see a girl’s flaws.
Understanding this one thing about men’s sex drives could save women a ton of heart break: You are always more beautiful and interesting BEFORE we have sex with you.
Girls, your silver lining? Well, the dick has a short attention span. The longer a guy has to wait to have sex with you, the more he is forced to evaluate you using his brain and not his dick.
Guys who would ditch you after that first sex will ditch you just the same if forced to wait long enough. Successful, efficient players even admit to this as a strategy. It’s the three-date rule.
This is tough for women to truly grasp, since that first sex is likely to make them more attracted to the man. Then there’s a lot of waiting by the phone, jumping at every text message and being disappointed when its from your sister. It doesn’t have to be that way.
Of course, girls won’t really take this advice because its the attractive guys who won’t wait, but I’m putting it out there anyway.
HOWEVER, once a guy has seen a girl’s beauty fade over post-coital glow a few too many times, he learns two things
Raise your standards. There is less post-sex attraction drop with hotter girls.
Enjoy, don’t just tolerate, the time you spend with a woman before the first time you guys do it. Its the most you will ever desire her and its the most interesting she’ll ever be to you. Cherish it.
“You just like younger girls because they’re the only ones who fall for your dating tricks! You like them because they are easier to manipulate!”
Let’s cut right to the core:
Feminists say things like this because they hate young, beautiful girls and believe they are all stupid.
Let me tell you something: when it comes to relationship dynamics, girls are wily and smart as
fuck. They play most men like fiddles from age 12 onward. They think about relationships, talk constantly about relationships, and have many social interactions. Whether they want cock, money, attention, or commitment, they know how to get it.
Girls are not stupid, innocent victims.
They are predator, not prey.
Girls of every age are the manipulators far more often than they are the manipulated.
After age 24, women definitely do not get smarter about relationships. Their justifications do get stronger, though, out of necessity. (Besides, this premise is backwards. It is far easier to game older women into bed. They have less options and its likely been longer since they’ve had a good ol’ dicking.)
“You have nothing in common with a girl that young!”
I don’t have anything in common with the girls I’m attracted to, and I like it that way. It’s not a matter of age, it’s a matter of masculine and feminine.
I lift weights, she does yoga.
I order the steak; she orders the salad.
I watch Breaking Bad; she watches The Bachelorette.
I wear a suit; she wears a dress.
I don’t want a girl who sits on the couch watching football and scratching herself, because that’s my thing.
Having too much stuff in common sucks.
Wait, scratch that, I have a few things in common with the young girls I date: we both have high fertility and a deep passion for each other. Good enough for me.
“You date younger girls because you can’t get a girl your own age!”
Young girls being so in demand in the sexual market, any guy that can date one could easily pull an older one, he just doesn’t want to.
“No, really, an older woman would never put up with your shit!”
I won’t put up with her loose skin, baggage and jaded bitterness. Everybody wins!
“When you grow up in different times you have no common experiences to relate to!”
So, if I tell a girl the first CD I bought was Eminem – The Slim Shady LP and she says “Wow, me too! I was also born in 1989 and I also bought that CD in primary school with my chore money!” Is that a feminist’s idea of a good relationship? Conversations like that?
“You’re intimidated by a strong, independent woman!”
Replace “intimidated by” with “not attracted to”, and you have the truth.
When it comes to attracting a man, strength, independence and wisdom mean nothing. Youth, beauty and sweetness mean everything. Don’t Lean In.
“Younger girls are inexperienced, you should date someone older who knows what she wants!”
You see how most of the shaming tactics feminists use involve demeaning younger girls?
Young girls know what they want just fine.
Older women know what they want to: They want to be young again.
“Young girls are so immature!”
Age does not equal maturity.
Age can give a woman “maturity” not by virtue, but by NECESSITY:
When nobody is paying your way anymore, you have to work.
When nobody is giving you attention anymore, you stay out of clubs.
When the band won’t let you backstage anymore, you stop loving rock concerts.
Those who know what’s up will know that I wouldn’t not encourage guys to date immature sluts regardless of age.
Just because clubs are packed with sub-24-year-old skanks, that doesn’t mean all sub-24 year olds are club-going skanks.
There are girls who are both young and mature enough for a relationship. A girl who is not marriage material when she is young will never be marriage material.
“What does fertility matter if you’re not having kids with these younger girls?”
First of all, I do want kids.
Second of all, beauty is a proxy for fertility, and that’s what gets the dick hard.
This is really a retarded point so I don’t know why I’m responding to it. It’s like asking a girl
“why have sex if you’re on birth control?”
“You’re just having fun, when you start looking for something serious, you’ll get a girl your own age.”
When I am looking for “something serious”, aka long term commitment and kids, why the fuck would I choose a less fertile girl?
That is actually backwards. It makes far more sense for a younger guy to fuck cougars for a while
and then say “when I’m ready for kids I’ll choose a younger girl”. But I would never recommend such a strategy, because cougars are gross.
A friend of mine did the “girl his own age” thing, now they are 32 and want kids. She is having
fertility problems, so they are paying thousands for the turkey baster technique and so far, it hasn’t worked. 32 years old. Think about that. That’s serious, alright: Seriously depressing.
“Women in their thirties are at their sexual peak!”
Women in their thirties do not have higher sex drives. They have more unfulfillled sex drives. There is a difference. A woman may feel hornier in her thirties because for the first time attractive men aren’t lining up to please her sexually
How’s this for perspective: People who are not given free access to all you can eat buffets are hungrier. If you believe in evolution, then you understand how absurd it would be for a women to be horniest at the time of her life when she is more apt to give birth to retarded children.
“What would you even talk about with a 20 year old?”
The same things I would talk about with a 30 year old, only my conversation partner would be hotter.
Seriously, I do not need to talk about the eighties and early 90’s in order to have a successful conversation.
Flirting and connecting is the same regardless of age.
“Older women are sexy!”
Haha. Good one!
“No, really, I am a woman and I am much better looking now than when I was 19 or 20!”
This can be true… if you are a recovering fattie. Did you recently lose a large amount of weight because you were tired of being caught in harpooner’s crosshairs?
“No, I was never fat, I just grew into my features and I’m much better looking at 27 than I was at 18!”
If you want to be taken seriously, provide comparison pictures. I’m not holding my breath.
“But Beyonce/ Salma Hayek/ Jennifer Aniston, etc is still hot!”
Take your favourite over 30 female celebrity that the media gushes about. There are at least 20 undergrads your local University that are hotter than her. Some men may deny this, but their boners wouldn’t if given a bedroom test. This is true despite the fact that those old female celebrities are hotter than 99 % of women their age. If there’s no hope for them, there’s certainly no hope for average women.
Bonus: The University girls wouldn’t need expert photoshopping and world-class makeup application to look hot.
“Younger girls have so much drama!”
There are single girls of any age who are drama-prone. I always recommend guys screen out the drama queens. People who say this have a narrow characterization of younger girls. Not all 21 year old girls are in nightclubs crying every weekend. Some of them like to do things like read and spend time with their families.
I’m not trying to convince anyone to pull the girl dancing on the bar into an LTR. Find the diamonds in the rough and say no to drama queens and attention whores.
However, that younger girls are more prone to drama is a testament to their hotness and options.
Or: older women wish they had that much drama.
“You date younger girls for your ego! You just want to brag about it because you’re insecure!”
Men date younger girls because they are hot.
I am against bragging about your sex life, but any sense of well-being a guy gets from dating a young, beautiful, fertile girl is evolutionarily justified.
“Guys who date younger girls are creepy!”
Creepiness is not an age. Some guys who TRY to date younger girls are indeed creepy. Guys who successfully bridge large age gaps are not.
No, it would be gross for a guy to be attracted to old women. Icky!
“So, you expect women to just go away and die when they get older? They have no value on earth?”
I am talking about sexual market value and attractiveness only.
That you think sex is the only measure of female value says more about you than it does about me.
I love my mother, aunts, cousins, etc. They have great value to me. Females are the care givers and supporters of family.
Want to still mean something to somebody when you’re 60? Have kids, and be a devoted wife and mother.
So, there you have it.
I hope this clears things up for the aging fertility-drained, expired cougars who failed to attract a good man, when they were young, and for the bitter snarky herb army who have been invisible to women under 25 for their entire lives. Find solace in each other during this difficult time.
I was catching up with a friend who was living in Hong Kong the past few years and London before that. We started talking about how it felt being back in Melbourne. The feeling of re-adapting to the place and so on. Here’s an excerpt of how the conversation went:
“Melbourne, it really comprises of the most materialistic minded people on earth. Dumb as a doorknob, completely degenerate, and used to a lifestyle which was just… a “lifestyle”. I heard someone calling it the “Seattle of the Southern Hemisphere” which is spot on. Leftism, atheistic materialistic “cafe” culture with loads of other faux-culture and at the same time riding a high-horse of an ill-perceived arrogance that’s based on nothing”
It was refreshing to speak to someone whose spent time in numerous cities and away from the Melbourne way of life.
As for me, after spending a number of years working and living abroad it is always intriguing to see how friends are doing back home.
Of course, everyone is a special snowflake and unique in their own way. But to simplify things, here are a few categories I have been able to place them into.
A bunch of friends have fallen into this category. The head first into their career, constantly pushing themselves to new limits often at the expense of their health. However, part of me understands. You see, in a pretty boring city like Melbourne, there’s only a few ways to really keep yourself occupied, go hard at your hobbies, go hard with family, or go hard on your career. If you’re in Finance, and want to move up the chair, most people will have to sacrifice many long nights and weekends churning out work to impress others and get that edge to move up the corporate ladder.
Ultimately though, how much is too much?
The difference of making $150k a year and $200k a year on a day to day basis probably isn’t noticeable to most. Money comes and goes, but time doesn’t after all.
The for lifer
Now these are the ones that ride the Melbourne train so hard. Boasting about the coffee and brunches as if no other city in the world compares. I nod and agree since it people in this category are usually so far gone that there’s not much point disagreeing. However in my head I think..
”Hmm.. go spend 3-5 years abroad in other more global cities in the world on a decent income and then come back to Melbourne”
But.. at this stage, its probably not the time in their life where they can afford to do that anymore since their so tied down to Melbourne.
I mean there’s nothing wrong with this category, but the young parents made the decision to have their kids young. So most of their time is spent on raising their kids. Understandable, I respect it.
Some people, actually most people, they aren’t making solid income or working in a field where they need to long hours.
You know, the ones that weren’t exactly cut out for complex tasks. The ones that can just coast. Do a whatever job, that’s 9-5 and have a ton of spare time to watch TV and buy useless stuff. The ones that need to post the useless stuff they bought from Big W on their social media.
Yeah, those types. I was reading an article in the Newspaper last week where a woman mentioned what she is most looking forward to after lockdown ends, her response “Getting my Kmart fix!”
Does it get any more Melbourne than that?
There’s a lot of hoarders in Melbourne, and buying stuff gives them that dopamine hit and keeps them busy so it acts as both a time sink and a source of joy. Win-Win, right?
I always wondered why some people were so deep into their views, and felt that need to be outspoken.
“Chemtrails are a thing!”
“Don’t eat Chinese food, you’ll get COVID!”
..and then I watched The Social Dilemma.
After avoiding social media for the majority of my adult life, I felt comfort in validating my choice after watching this documentary. I suggest if you have a spare hour, then definitely watch it. It’ll be interesting. After working in Finance and also the Finance side of Technology companies, I knew very well the efforts that were taken to lets say “optimise” engagement of customers/users, so a lot of this came as no surprise.
However, before all that, my choice did not really come from a deeply researched standpoint, I just never saw the value in spending hours on Social Media daily. I also looked at the people around me who were inspirational or highly successful and none of them were social media addicts.
Every fad has a following, and its usually the lower tiers of society that flock to it like a herd of sheep. That’s not to say social media isn’t powerful and useful in some instances, of course it is. But being an addict who can’t function without knowing what your friends are doing at 5pm on Sunday, that doesn’t sound too appealing.
Any guy with some experience with slaying slutty girls would know that they are usually friends with gay guys… and why you may ask, this should explain it all:
“I want you to meet my friend Brandon!”, said Lindsay
This was our third “date”. I had banged her on the 1st and second and she had a clit ring and
was a bartender. So yes, she was a slut. So no, I had no intention of meeting any of her friends, especially
not a male friend.
But I ask you this: Why did I immediately know her friend Brandon was gay? With zero doubt in my mind.
The answer is, of course, because she was a slut. And sluts love having gay friends.
Not only that, ONLY sluts love having gay friends. It’s time to put to bed the myth that girls
love gay guys. Normal girls with an intact emotion of disgust might vote for Sanders and pay lip service to gay rights but they DO NOT want to spend an appreciable time around gays. A normal girl will find the constant sass annoying and the gay stories disgusting.
So sluts love gays.
They can bond over how much they like dick. Lots of dick. Lots of risky dick, quickly.
Any person with a normal, non-perverted sexual orientation and habits would find taking a “hawt guy’s cock” ten minutes after you meet him in a club bathroom to worthy of a sneer and spurn, but a gay man will understand you, sweetheart.
The non-judgement is also why sluts are the most outspoken about other liberal causes: always egalitarian, socialist, uncompetitive, everyone’s equal type rainbows and unicorn bullshit. They understand that a society who judges by any type of rational standard will judge sluts harshly so they want to rid society of ALL JUDGEMENT.
YES! Sluts can get all the alpha cock they can eat but nobody will stick around. The beta guys will stick around, but there’s no excitement. So where is a girl to get her fill of alpha tingles after the hot club promoter won’t return her text messages?
From the gay guy who push/pulls, negs her, won’t take her seriously, but will still be kind, sensitive, supportive and shop with her! The perfect man, besides the Hepatitis C!
So really, sluts might be friends with gays because NOBODY ELSE WILL HAVE THEM. Sluts and fags, a match made in heaven.
So really a girl who must turn to gays for attention is a girl who is being rejected by desirable men…and women.
Lauren is happy. Last night, her boyfriend Mark finally told her he loved her. She had been wanting that
ever since they started seeing each other four months ago. She had been having sex with him, and it had
been pleasurable for sure, but she was doing so hoping it would turn into something more: love.
Mark had been aloof and slow to give away his emotions. Lauren didn’t mind this, she even preferred it. It meant that she had to work for his love, and by the time he said it, she felt she had earned it
and that it really meant something to him.
Lauren set up an excited brunch with her friends Stina, Terri and Lisa. They hadn’t seen each other in four months, in fact none of them knew she was dating Mark. Right away, she starts telling them
the good news.
“Wow” said Stina, “I didn’t even know you were dating a new guy! That’s great.”
“Yeah”, said Terri, “what is the guy’s name?”
“Mark Smith”, said Lauren. A hush immediately fell over her support group as they began to give
each other awkward looks.
“Uhhhh, Lauren”, said Lisa, “Mark Smith has loved a lot of girls.”
“Yeah”, said Stina, “He told Jackie Valenti he loved her.”
“Okay” said Lauren, “But she probably fucked his brains out, right? Like, he was definitely getting
sex from her?”
Stina cringes. “No” she says, “They never even kissed. He went over to her place drunk one night
and professed his love for her. She never even let him in her bedroom.”
“Alright but that’s only one girl. That’s okay.” Said Lauren, getting nervous.
“Well there’s also Andrea Tedesco. He told her he loved her after two casual dates.” said Terri,
“She was bragging that she kept him around for a while, getting ‘good morning beautiful’ texts from him and other indications of love whenever she needed it, and she only stopped accepting his love when he started to want sex. He still writes on her facebook wall.”
Lauren felt a deep pit in her stomach.
Lisa continues: “Mark told Angelica Messina he loved her the first night he met her. She said he was REALLY into it, looking her right in the eyes when he said it, getting down on his knees in front of her
just to kiss her hand, and he even recited poetry for her. She gave him one of those awkward one arm hugs and that was it.”
He never did that freaky stuff with me, thought Lauren. If he does that stuff, then why did I just
get a plain old “I love you”?
Plus Angelica is the biggest cock tease in the city, thought Lauren. How could Mark fall for her
bullshit? What an idiot. Now she thought Mark was stupid as well as loose with his love.
Stina says, apologetically, “I don’t want to tell you this, but I heard Mark met a girl in a club and
dragged her into the bathroom to tell her she was beautiful, then he gave her twenty dollars. She never even touched him.”
“Okay, please stop” said Lauren. She was growing sicker by the second, her world crushed.
Later, she confronts Mark with her new knowledge. Did he really love all those girls without get-
ting sex from them? She demands to know.
“Well yeah but I didn’t really WANT sex from them”, Mark lies, possibly even to himself, “I wanted to give
them love, that’s all. I wasn’t ready for sex at that point in my life.”
“Uggggghhhhh” says Lauren, “Don’t you know that guys who give girls love and attention without
getting sex are LOSERS??? The girls getting the love and attention don’t actually respect them, they are
just using them!”
“No way, guys can want love without sex, too”, claims Mark.
“Well I heard you told Shirley Thompson from my building you loved her and I have to look at her
every day. Plus she’s really pretty, there’s no way she was going to fuck you! Why did you love her?” says
“Is that what this is about”, Mark says, “You are just insecure because I have more experience
with love than you. You think you can’t measure up to all the beautiful girls I’ve loved in the past.”
“Just how many girls did you tell you loved?” asks Lauren
“I don’t know, about 30” says Mark
This hits Lauren like a brick in the stomach. “30! That is insane, you are a loser!”
“Can’t you see that my past doesn’t matter, and you are giving me sex now and that’s all that
matters?” says Mark, “I love the sex we have and that’s something I didn’t get from the other girls.”
Mark can’t see why this only makes Lauren madder. Why should she be the one who has to pay by putting her valuable eggs at risk by taking his sperm in order to get the love and attention that the other
girls got so easily.
“Well if you give away love so easily, why did you make me wait?” says Lauren, “Was I not as good
as the other girls?”
“Well I saw the chance for sex with you and I didn’t want to mess that up by giving away love too
soon”, says Mark.
Lauren dumped Mark.
She had to.
Someone so loose with their emotions is not a good person to give sex to.
What if they have a son who turns out to be easily manipulated by a pretty face, like Mark?
What if a pretty girl in need bats her eyelashes at him and he gives her money that their family
What if she just wants a man’s love all to herself and that can’t happen with Mark?
Even beyond that, on a very visceral, base level that she couldn’t explain, she found Mark repulsive. It was as if she had been wired biologically to feel disgust and lack of attraction for guys who allow
themselves to get friend zoned. There was no way she could fuck him again.
Yup, it was as clear as day, thought Lauren. Guys who give away love easily are definitely not
worthy of sex.
A classic post from LaidNYC from all the way back in 2013, and I definitely stand by the principle of it today.
Sloppy Aussies! They exist everywhere these days, just go on a trip and you’ll find one in due course.
If you’ve travelled through Europe or South East Asia, you’ll always come across the rubric of travellers from Australia that tend to stand out for negative reasons.
Weather its Thailand, Bali, London or Budapest, the loud, drunk Australian is a known travel icon. You talk to bar owners and local shop keepers and they complain about how repulsive and arrogant Australians are. Dropping stories of “that one time” when things got out of hand and cops had to be called. Sometimes you’re left with that awkward pause of just simply nodding and agreeing with them about how the behaviour abroad from Aussies aren’t necessarily very respectful of local norms and traditions.
When people ask you where you’re from, and you drop “Australia” as your response and get that visually unappealing reaction as a response you begin to wonder if it might just be a better idea to say you’re a Kiwi instead. Less people, lower risk, right?
This continues to extend onto the ease of slaying Aussie girls. If you’re chatting to a few local blokes about Australian girls, they’ll always drop how they banged one out in the last week or so. It’s great that those worn orifices are given out like tap water abroad. Sharing is caring, after all!
I was travelling through the middle east once, and talking to a few local guys over a meal and they loved how easily the girls from Australia spread, some of these guys had year long dry-spells relieved due to this phenomenon. I saw the humour in this, and they gave me this “fist bump” as a sign of acknowledgement.
Friends of mine living in London often tell me that they actively avoid Australian areas such as Clapham due to the negative reputation that Aussies have earned themselves over there. Some even avoid making friends with Australian-sounding accents to avoid bumping into any embarrassingly sloppy compatriots.