Being alpha doesn’t necessarily mean being popular

Being alpha doesn’t necessarily mean being popular

Nov 4, 2013

Can you be an alpha without leading  or otherwise being the center of a social group? The answer is a definitive yes. A lot of people on /r/theredpill, especially the newer (and younger sounding) users tend to think that if they’re not constantly the center of attention then they’re not alpha. This is nothing but narcissism manifesting itself as weakness. It’s such a black and white view and it buys into the overarching primitively sung narrative by the would-be detractors of red philosophy that the red pill is about turning chimpanzees into silverback gorillas who can beat their chests the loudest and transform into vagina slaying men of the jungle as if we’re all still the hairy neanderthal subjects of an ancient wilderness; just like the silver tinge to the silverback gorillas coat, there are many shades of grey, fuck it, probably as many as 50 shades of grey when it comes to “being alpha.” Sometimes even when someone’s got more social power within a group than you they don’t necessarily flaunt it by making a grandiose show or otherwise hitting you over the head with the fact, groups like this are enjoyable despite your lack of absolute hegemony over them. You may not be the top dog in this specific circle but you’re not having someone try to shit on your ego with their higher status by conducting elaborate over the top egotistical drawn out displays which scream “look at me, I’m so high value” in a needy attempt to defend the perception that they’re the boss, EG: the muscly guy who just won’t stop flexing his bicep, kissing it and then trying to make eye contact… not because he’s gay and he’s into you, but simply just because he is a cunt. So what happens when someone is a dick and has the edge in a peer group over you, as to say in the pecking order they’re higher up than you are? My advice is very simple – quit that social circle. Hanging around someone who is a dick (not for banter and to elevate the group but to feed their ego with your misery via the process of emotional vampirism)...

Chivalry is a Beta Move, Right?

Chivalry is a Beta Move, Right?

Aug 23, 2013

Chivalry. We’re all aware of the basic idea, opening a door for a girl, letting her exit the elevator first, pulling out her chair, etcetera… Now as far as I’m aware, this is the general consensus within the Manosphere: Chivalry is about as Beta as you get. No. It’s worse than Beta…. It’s Omega. Chivalry is what “nice guys” do. And we all know what happens to… “nice guys”. I’m here to dispel this theory. Or at least, offer a counter point of view. The Origin of Chivalry Contrary to popular belief, Chivalry is not about being every woman on earth’s personal manservant. Well, it wasn’t, at least. As Ian Ironwood discussed in this excellent article; The Knights of Chivalry and The Vows of Knighthood were mostly about honour, combat, glory, respect, authority, duty, responsibility, and honesty. So Chivalry is without a doubt a manly thing. One of the most famous examples of Chivalry is to not stab someone in the back. They should be facing you, sword drawn. I’m fairly confident this is meant both physically and metaphorically. Problem is, the meaning today has been boiled down to just the one code: To respect the honour of women. A quick note to the feminists who believe that that rule was born from times when women were assumed to be “weak and defenceless”: To protect the weak and defenceless To give succour to widows and orphans To fight for the welfare of all To respect the honour of women. Notice that, “To protect the weak and defenseless”, and “To respect the honour of women”. Are two different rules. Chivalry In Society Look carefully at how this is written: To respect the honour of women. “Enhance,” says the main protagonist to the tech-guy in NCIS. To respect women’s honour. “Enhance,” he says again, adjusting his dark sunglasses. To respect honourable women. “Now invert it horizontally.” You don’t have to be chivalrous to bitches. You can then extend this to, “You don’t have to be chivalrous to girls you don’t know.” Hence doing away with one of the problem Dalrock brought up in this very sarcastically written article on the topic. This is the “all men...

The Other Other Men

The Other Other Men

Jul 25, 2013

My discovery of the Manosphere brought me to a shocking realization; I never had a father figure who taught me the importance of being a real man. Instead my father succumbed to the feminist agenda and eventually became its official mouthpiece in my house. The Discovery My accidental discovery of the Manosphere about 2 months ago has its humble beginnings in January 2012. It was the last semester of college and I was mostly preoccupied with finding a job that would please everybody. A friend offhandedly showed me some pickup videos from Simple Pickup and I was instantly hooked. Up until that point I had a pretty frustrating time in college with relationships and dating. I had been with several women and even had a girlfriend, but all the women I dated lacked self-esteem and were carrying a lot of heavy baggage. Come to think of it now, I never really connected with my ex on a deep level and we just stayed around each other for the convenience and validation. The women who had any semblance of self-respect would promptly friendzone me and leave me wondering why the world was so cruel. After seeing those videos, nay, devouring those videos like a fat kid eating cake, I gathered the courage to go out and hit on women in public. I won’t go into the details of my pickup adventures and just say that I’m much better with women than I ever was before. To supplement my newfound obsession with pickup I started reading a lot of literature on self-improvement and self-development. Some of it was good and some of it was bad, but the habit of reading practical literature stuck with me and helped me make a lot of important discoveries about myself. I finally started confronting my personal issues which I had long suppressed for a variety of reasons. Family Issues Fast forward to today and I finally realize that my pickup journey had a much deeper motivation than my sub-par dating life. Growing up, I always held my father in the highest esteem because he is a charismatic and handsome man. He has a wonderful story-telling ability that would keep me...

Fitness is the Base of My Game

Fitness is the Base of My Game

Jul 22, 2013

Every Halloween in Tokyo for the past three years, I’ve dressed up as a lifeguard complete with super short shorts, aviator sunglasses, no shirt, and my nose painted white. You may call me unimaginative, but I’m a cheap bastard from a warm climate and I’ll take every chance I can get to bask in attention while I stroll around in public with as little clothing as socially acceptable. Since most dudes don’t have the nuts to stroll around a party semi-nude, the costume has been a hit wherever I went, year after year. The first two years I donned my trusty lifeguard costume, back when I had the body of an asexual Asian teenager, I received about the same amount of attention from gay dudes as I did from women. The only thing was it was obvious that only the gay dudes wanted to bang my little Asian bottom. I quickly realized that most of the chicks just wanted to take a picture of the funny looking dude in the red shorts so they could post it on Facebook when they ran away before I could ask, “S-s-so what’s your name?” Back in those days of no-game hell, when I thanked my lucky stars when a girl let me park my beef bus in her tuna garage, I figured putting up with the odd sexual advance from a man was better than being completely invisible to women. Also, it gets really hot and uncomfortable when you’re dancing to electro club jams in a polyester Pikachu suit. Last Halloween was different. I had been practicing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu heavily for about two years, and an interest in improving my performance caused me to optimize my diet. I had also recently begun barbell training to improve my explosive strength. I arrived at that year’s costume party with broad grappler’s shoulders and a narrow waist. Even though I weighed a mere 132 lbs at the time, the difference in reaction was stark. I felt hands running across my shoulders after I posed with slutty nurses for a picture. Apropos of nothing, a tart in cat ears and a mini-skirt pressed her body against mine and said, “Meow!” One...

Ironwood Speaks: Welcome To The Puerarchy. This Is What The Hell Is Wrong With You.

Ironwood Speaks: Welcome To The Puerarchy.  This Is What The Hell Is Wrong With You.

Jul 16, 2013

When feminism rewrote the social contract in the 1970s, the goal was to “smash traditional gender roles”. For women, that meant an equal opportunity to compete in education and the workplace, career considerations in addition to/instead of family considerations. “Women’s Liberation”, as it was styled back then, sought to overturn the idea that a woman’s place was in the home in a larger “man’s world.” What feminism didn’t understand was that overturning “traditional gender roles” didn’t necessarily mean that while Mommy went to the office, Daddy stayed home and cooked dinner. While being a career woman may have seemed the polar opposite of being a homemaker to those women, they did not appreciate that when you speak of overturning “traditional gender roles” to men, the result didn’t mean taking off a tie and putting on an apron. It meant the choice between shouldering the responsibility of raising a family or . . . not. Feminism never intended to get rid of marriage, it just wanted a better, more advantageous deal for women. Early feminists couldn’t escape their own idealistic myopia long enough to realize the sophisticated interplay of gender relations was at stake. No one thought that men would stop seeking marriage, stop looking to become husbands and fathers. Early feminists figured that if wives started working, husbands would just naturally just start vacuuming, no big whup. Only . . . big whup. It wasn’t about the vacuuming or who wore the apron. Those were symptoms. The problem was that when you go around toppling traditional gender roles, you might want to consider the breadth and scope of those roles before you start feeling all revolutionary. After feminism permanently damaged the American family with the first big wave of divorces in the 1970s the result was predictable and inevitable. Children with estranged, distant, or absent fathers grew up in an atmosphere of undisguised contempt not just for Dad, but for all men, and with a suspicion of all things masculine. That colored two generations’ perceptions about the value of “traditional gender roles” and the idealism of feminism. Girls during that time period were praised when they subverted traditional gender roles – if a girl...

The Masculine Fantasy

The Masculine Fantasy

Jul 9, 2013

James Bond. Tony Soprano. Sherlock Holmes. Batman. Captain Kirk. John Wayne. Jason Bourne. Indiana Jones. These names are synonymous with one ideal, a “fantasy” of masculinity that is thought to be unreachable. A fictitious icon that has the confidence and competency to win in any situation. A hyper masculine archetype that always gets the girl. Men have been drawn to these characters for generations because they reflect what we all want, but are no longer taught how to achieve. Through the puerarchy we are going to share this seemingly lost knowledge. The knowledge of what it takes to embrace that testosterone coursing through your veins and put it to work for you – and only you. No longer will we be a workhorse for anyone else. No longer will we put up with ridiculous demands and childish temper tantrums. We will pursue the Masculine Fantasy and make it a reality. Why shouldn’t we succeed and spend our time and money as we please? Why shouldn’t we always get the girl instead of being relegated to monogamy or worse? As this knowledge spreads like wildfire we are only going to see more and more men opt out of the whirling cogs of our post-feminist society and join us in the pursuit of the Masculine Reality. Smoke cigars, ride motorcycles, go out with 3 women in a day, shoot guns, lift heavy things at odd hours, jump out of a plane, or spend your disposable income on something “dumb.” It doesn’t matter anymore. Maybe we’ll wear tuxedos, or maybe we’ll wear tuxedo t-shirts but one thing is for certain – no woman is going to pick out our clothes for us. No woman is going to nag us if we stay out all night. No woman is going to have any significant power over us because she knows she will be replaced immediately. The Masculine Reality dictates that we do as we desire and society be damned. Your life is in your hands and you are beholden to no one. With a brotherhood of puerarchs at your back you will be armed with the information and accountability to live life however you see fit. We’ll keep...