Thug behaviour is that which breaks the social rules, while “good” behaviour is that which conforms to them. Alpha behaviour is playing to win, while beta behaviour is playing to appease the winners.
This leads us to the conclusion that whether an alpha male is a “thug” or a “good man” depends not on who he is, but on where he is.
That’s because the winning strategy is different depending on whether or not the game is rigged. If you have a decent hand, the best strategy is to play. If you haven’t even been allowed to have any cards, the best strategy is to overturn the table and try to grab the chips. Betas will appease no matter what. But alphas will play to win, which means they will play by the rules if that helps them win, and break the rules if cheating is the only way they could possibly win.
Dominant rich white businessmen and thuggish poor black gangstas are actually the same sort of person. The difference is that a smile and handshake is an effective weapon for one, but not the other.
Earlier, I was in a discussion about how when people are raised in a very socialized environment, the only alphas ended up being thugs because the good alphas were suppressed and betaized. After the good alphas were betaized, only the thug alphas remained.
Since most of the subreddit that will not be named were raised in more socialized countries than the US, their mothers were bringing the ‘gina tingling thugs home, and that’s why young kids have a skewed view on marriage/relationships.
They saw the thugs sitting there receiving the benefits of marriage while their moms were busting their asses appeasing the thugs, and the children suffered.
That is why the subreddit that will not be mentioned thinks that a male leading a relationship always ends up in the male beating/cheating on the female.
Danabanana9 did a really cool thing on the RedPillWoman subreddit; she called out all the lurkers. We are a super tiny subreddit that is heavily trolled and has a banned list of about 600 strong. But when she called out the lurkers it was so heartening.
Semi-lurker. I’m a housewife and mother. I enjoy a lot of the redpill material, specifically Athol Kay’s stuff.
It’s all pretty relevant to the way my husband and I already behave in our relationship. I read the posts here for validation, because I get a lot of grief about of relationship from people in my family. When I come here and read the threads, I know that I’m not the only “First Officer” in the world.
Semi new semi lurker. I’m very independent and firmly believe that I need an equal in a relationship. Came across trp and got curious. I’m realizing how different men and women really are. Equal as far as value, just different. Also noticing that I appreciate my SO’s maleness. I’m finding that both subreddits are helping me to understand him a lot better, therefore I’m happier at home . Very glad that there’s a place for us to talk about trp. Typical female trait, a lot of communicating
Another lurker here, my thought process is similar. I’m single at the moment, and I believe that my previous inability to do anything nice for my ex is a big reason why. I felt kind of trained against cooking and cleaning and being feminine. It’s all very extremist and confusing. I do enjoy reading things from this perspective.
Hi! Another lurker here. I’m very new to RPW, just trying to figure out whether it’s for me and my relationship. I’m in my mid 20s, just graduated university, and in a long term co-habiting relationship of just over 2 years. Like a lot of ladies in this thread it seems I am a feminist in the general sense, and I do believe in a lot of feminist ideals. However, I feel like feminism really fails women because it seems to focus on an idealised world that doesn’t exist, and tells women ‘you should be able to do whatever you want’. We all know that this just isn’t the reality, and basically that’s what lead me to RPW. In terms of my relationship, I was already all about respecting my man and complimenting, rather than competing with each other. I love him and like him enormously, he’s the no.1 person in my life, so making him happy makes me happy. I’m learning a lot from RPW and starting to implement some changes in my relationship by changing how I act, it seems to be going well, and we’re both very happy. Most importantly, I think I’m finally letting him be who he is, rather than who he’s been forced to be by a lifetime of shrew women and a previous bad relationship where he got no respect and his sexuality wasn’t allowed to thrive. I love the changes I’m seeing in myself too, I’m by no means a doormat and accomplish a lot myself but my personality tends towards being ‘caregiver’ and ‘supporter’. So taking care of people really makes me feel fulfilled. I love cooking and making a nice cosy home. I was already pretty femme, I love dresses, doing my nails and makeup, so I’m letting myself realise this is a good thing Think that’s all for now ladies, I’ll probably make a new thread at some point for some more questions I have.
Long time lurker but I haven’t come up with any real questions as of yet. I’m more of sitting in the back learning, observing, and absorbing a lot of this great information before I have anything constructive to add to the conversation. I have always had RPW tendencies but for now I am going to continue to sit back and take some more notes.
Lurker here of several months. Last summer on my 20th birthday I finally realized my toxic, emotionally abusive LTR of 3 years was only going to waste my window to find a good life partner. (He convinced me that I was unattractive and that I wouldn’t find anyone better.) What the hell was I thinking staying so long? I decided then: no more using my heart before using my brain. I wanted an alpha, not an a-hole.
Now I’m dating someone I used to know… he was there the whole time but I didn’t see him. He’s amazing, he could get a way hotter girl, a more exciting girl, and has… but he chose me, tells me I’m beautiful, shows me off to friends and family and treats me like I’m valuable. It’s surreal. The reason I have a healthier heart and mind is because RPW showed me what to look for to find a real alpha and not fall for the insecure imposters.
This one downright made me all teary-eyed:
Semi-lurker here. I feel like I’ve always had a rather RP mindset in terms of my behavior and relationships, but asides from my mother and long (LONG) distance half sisters, I couldn’t find any other women who held these beliefs. It’s rather isolating at times, considering the women in my social group still buy into post-modern, 3rd wave feminism.
I’ve always been plagued by an incessant existential emptiness, gnawing away and expressing itself as concurrent depression and anxiety. I was one of those women who had no “reason” to be depressed, yet I was choking down anti-depressants and bellyaching to a therapi$t every week. None of it made me happier, nor did it tamper my existential dread.
So when I discovered the red pill, accepted it, and started expressing my feminine characteristics (rather than suppressing them and having them come out as mean girl bitchiness cloaked as “activism”), its like that long standing existential dread just….vanished. Not to say I’m happy, since that is an ephemeral state, but I’m definitely content, blessed, and grateful. lol its funny cause I never in a million years thought I be one of those women who go on and on about how blessed they are.
I no longer worry about everything, I no longer feel empty and sad for no reason, but sometimes I do feel angry. Angry that I wasted so much time+money feeling sorry for myself, and putting my liver at risk with those anti-Ds by doing what every young woman does when shes kinda upset; flounce off to a therapist (aka paying someone to agree with you and give you fancy sounding labels that you can brandish as a weapon, shield, or use as a get out of jail free card).
In any case, things have greatly improved in my life and my relationship with my husband once I accepted the red pill. One thing I’ve recently noticed is that I get..ahem, excited when my husband orders me around. Before the red pill I would have been angry, indignant, and turned on, but in the spirit of ideological purity I would suppress my sexual response, hold on to the anger/indignation, and throw myself a pity party with my lady friends. “god, can you believe what he asked of me?! how dare he! what does he think, I’m his slave?”
Now I just answer “yes sir”, do the task, and feel proud or horny when he simply thanks me for completing the task.
The whole exchange gave me a little hope. I mean, it’s reddit, which is troll heaven, but occasionally we get through to someone. Lately I had been starting to feel like I was beating my head against the brick wall that is reddit, so this happened at a very good time!
We are here in solidarity because we all realise that certain sections of society are being trampled under (i.e.men).
To which I responded that “Team Woman is Anti Male by definition.”
And then she asked:
Interesting! But I wonder, is this a natural phenomenon or is it a learned response by women who have been repeatedly burned by men?
Surely it cannot be a natural instinct in women, to hate men. Given that (in a primordial way), women ‘s survival rests on men. So what I am saying is that, if Team Woman is anti-male, it must be a cultural thing and not part of female nature.
Anyone else have any thoughts on this?
My response to that was :
I think that if women are repeatedly burned by men (pump & dump?) it might be because they have a covert contract with the guy where if they have sex with him he will be their boyfriend. The guy has no clue about it and might not go along with it anyway. So, it ends up being the guy’s fault for not keeping up his end of the contract he didn’t sign. To get over the hurt of the P&D, the women decide that they didn’t want him anyway; they were just using HIM for sex. Yeah! Big Strong Powerful Woman!!!! Fuck all men!!!
Wow, did I just psychoanalyze the slut mindset? LOL!
So, what do you think? Is a lot of feminism’s anti-male mindset derived from the broken covert contracts? Is it all just self-interest?
I’m a terrible liar; I learned early in life that I was no good at it, so I gave up trying. The problem is that the truth just pops out most of the time. The one thing I don’t have a problem with is lying to authority figures. In high school, I was extremely good at coming up with fantastic stories on why I missed a class. I got so good at it that I pretty much skipped school constantly with no repercussions.
The reason I’m bringing this up is the looming switch from paper medical records to a digital database under Obamacare. Now, there have been all kinds of reports saying that doctors are required to ask you if there is a gun in your home or how many sexual partners you have had or are currently having. I’ve read conflicting stories on the NRA getting most of the most damning language out of the new law, and I really don’t have time to research the whole topic, so I’m not going to delve into that.
The main thing is that now there really is a permanent record. You say something once to your doctor and it is put into the database forever more. A lot of people think that doctors are there to help them and that if you don’t tell your doctor about your alcohol/drug/tobacco use, they won’t be able to properly treat any ailments that crop up because of that use. This is a fallacy.
Doctors are not here to help you. Doctors are glorified pill and surgery salespeople. Sure, there are about 10% of all doctors that try really hard to help, and they have their heart in the right place, but they still try to push statins and blood pressure medication on healthy people “just in case”. Plus, if you read medical journals from the 1970s, you will see that the medical community and their pharmaceutical overlords keep lowering the bar for cholesterol and blood pressure, so that more people can be prescribed pills.
Now that your medical records are in a database for eternity, and all your medical expenses are soon to be socialized, your bad behavior will eventually be punished. I advocate lying. If a doctor asks you if you drink, say NO. If they ask whether or not you smoke, say NO. If they ask if there’s a gun in the house, say NO. All information you give them will eventually be used to determine all kinds of things about you.
If they ask how many sexual partners you have had and you say “only my husband” then you are not toeing the liberal line of sluttitude and might be a dangerous radical. If you reply “50 or 60” then you are engaging in risky behavior and might be required to undergo invasive procedures. I think the best answer to that question is “4 but only my husband since marriage”. That is pretty ambiguous, and doesn’t raise any eyebrows. The goal here is to blend.
I do all kinds of things that are considered commonly-accepted dangerous behaviors: I sunbathe, I eat a ton of saturated fats, I intermittent fast instead of eating seven small meals a day, I shoot guns, I smoke, I drink, I drive fast, etc. There is no way I’m going to tell a doctor about any of those things. Heck, I pretty much refuse to see a doctor except when I break something or am in dire health.
Even though I am disgustingly healthy and in good shape, every time I did go to a doctor, they always wanted to prescribe me statins and blood pressure medication “just in case”. My blood pressure is very low, and I like cholesterol; my brain is the most cholesterol-rich organ in my body. I like my brain and its cholesterol, and I don’t want to take a drug that lowers that cholesterol.
How long will it be before refusing to take statins and blood pressure medication is considered risky behavior? What will happen if you defy your doctor? When doctors are government employees, how much power will they have over you? Think of doctors as if they are as powerful as IRS agents. Soon there will be three things you can’t avoid: Death, Taxes, and Forced Healthcare.
I’ve been really busy lately trying to get stuff done before winter hits. I’m also catching up on work since taking off for 10 days a couple of weeks ago. Plus, I think that I killed off some vital brain cells during Vegas, and I’m pretty sure they aren’t going to come back. My husband also keeps me very busy partying and visiting bars. Let’s see, I think I’ve listed all my excuses for not posting: busy, no brain, bars. Yep. That’s about it.
Dr. Illusion & Mistress are coming up for the big gun show this weekend and maybe other people, too, so that is also keeping me busy. The plan was to get some cheap rooms downtown and Scorched Earth the downtown area, but since the huge building boom and all the new bars and restaurants that opened, downtown is packed to the gills, and it is now expensive to get a room if there are any available.
I’m now rooting for everyone to stay at my teeny-tiny house (warning: construction zone, lol) and we can buy some air mattresses or something. We can dig a fire pit in our empty lot and scare the neighbors [Edit: husband says no firepit ]. We are just a mile from everything, and could easily take a taxi to destroy downtown. Just another option to renting two or three $150 a night rooms for a couple of nights. I’m a cheap date. I’m also fine with getting rooms if we actually can. We might camp out!
It’s weird, adjusting to the changing seasons. I haven’t figured out how to ferment in the cold, and I’m reluctant to heat the house up to summer temperatures. I thought about building a box that I could heat and ferment in, but that sounds like a pain and where would I put it? Maybe I could empty out a cabinet or something. I’m probably going to give up on it until next summer when the temp is hot again. By then I should have a special fermenting station on my back porch, which we are in the process of enclosing.
Instead, I’ve been slow cooking large chunks of meat and making tons of bone broth. We just finished up a huge rack of pork ribs, and then the bones went into the crockpot with a splash of vinegar to make some bone broth. I haven’t dragged another chunk of meat out of the deep freeze yet, but maybe I will tonight. Maybe I’ll grab a nice roast to cook in Guinness with onions and carrots. I’ve been skipping breakfast and lunch and living off of raw heavy cream in my coffee for breakfast, broth for lunch and a normal dinner.
I know a lot of Grass is Always Greener women; I know women who can never find a man good enough for them. I know one perpetually single woman that once broke up with really cute, funny guy because of his handwriting. That’s what she said anyway; the truth was probably something she didn’t want to admit, it was probably closer to he didn’t have money. Of course he didn’t, he was in college.
I see some women going through these scenarios time and time again until they just physically cannot attract a man any longer. Ace had an excellent post comparing these women to animated GIFs:
Animated .gif images creep me the fuck out.
I watch them keep running through the same action.
Over and over and over again.
Since I’m older and I have seen the long-term results of this attitude, I want to warn the younger women against it, but they would never listen. There is too much cheap validation out there that makes them think that they can trade up forever. And they can trade up, but not forever.
The thing is that they rarely trade up. They have a perfectly great guy, but he isn’t exciting enough. He isn’t tall enough or her friends don’t swoon over him. His job isn’t prestigious enough; he didn’t graduate college to start at the top of his field. He’s kind of boring; he’s always studying, he works too many hours. That guy at the bar is exciting, hot and he sends tingles up her spine.
Today’s young women have no idea of the dynamics of relationships in the past; they don’t want to choose a work in progress, they expect their potential mate to already have everything figured out. They don’t want to start out with a young man and work towards a future together, poor but happy. They want it all to start with.
They don’t want to invest in a man. They don’t want to marry the Lieutenant and help him grow to be a General, they want the General now. They want to start their adult life with all of the perks, the house and the vacations. But they don’t want someone old; they want someone young and exciting.
Stingray had a great post, The Advantage of Youth, in which a lot of us married women talked in the comments about how our relationships were in the beginning when both we and our spouses were young. The thing about couples getting together young is that the men not only had potential, but they were full of the excitement of youth:
That’s why I think that young should marry young. Both of them. That way the man will remember his wife as fresh and young and the woman will remember her husband as exciting and on the verge of conquering the world.
Women today have a hundred-point list of requirements for a potential mate. What they don’t realize is the power women have over men. Instead of looking for those hundred points, why not help a man attain those points? You can build a man up or tear him down; why not find a man and be his helpmate and work together with him to make him into the man you want?
Well, for one thing, that sounds like a lot of work. It doesn’t sound very exciting. Who wants to work on a relationship when there are all of those fun nights at the bar with exciting guys chasing you? Society today is an instant gratification one, and people just don’t really think things out for the future.
I don’t have much hope of large amounts of young women ignoring all of the free validation they receive in the way of facebook and other social media, and actually latching onto, for life, a young man with potential. I see young women having relationships and more relationships and maybe oopsie, pregnant with one of them, maybe oopsie with more than one of them. It’s a disposable world with a lot of disposable girls.