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Is It Really A Win When The Other Team Doesn't Show?

Two other manosphere pieces converged with something I'm currently writing for the book, and at the risk of blowing some of the freshness out of it I thought I'd chime in.

Specifically, Badger's excellent Educated Women's Contempt For Men, in which he follows the feminist attempt to mainstream the war on masculinity and how it's not exactly working out the way they expected, and Dalrock's How The Destruction of Marriage Is Strangling The Feminist Welfare State, in which he examines the demographic fallout from the smoking crater feminism created at the center of the social state.

Why are these two articles particularly interesting, when taken together?  Well, part of it is the third blogger Dalrock riffs on, The Social Pathologist, when he quotes this:

The social, sexual and economic liberation of women in the latter half of the 20th Century has meant that for the first time women were able to compete with men in society without restriction. The result has been spectacular if not particularly beneficial to the happiness of women. Whilst not all degrees are created equal (men still overwhelming dominate the "hard" fields of knowledge) the fact that there are now more degree credentialed women than men is simply astonishing. As income is broadly correlated with economic well being,  its safe to assume that women have been able to achieve a economic parity with men. The manosphere may not like this result but the fact is that women have been able to effectively compete with men when the shackles of social convention have been removed.

Emphasis mine.  I reprint the quote because it underscores my point (and the point I'm currently trying to make in the book): that women cannot declare this a true "victory" of feminism over the patriarchy, or even women over men, or even realistically as "economic parity", because while the fact is that women have been strongly incentivized toward college both culturally and bureaucratically with four decades of feminist affirmative-action and aggressive anti-male policies. The "shackles of social convention" have been transformed into the "shackles of anti-male sentiment", and the "level playing field" is a sham, as Dalrock points out:

Feminism didn’t demolish a barrier between two seas and let the water levels adjust;  it is a massive pumping operation.  Turn off the pumps even for a little bit and reality will come flooding back.

That is, the economic system that allows women economic advantage (industrialism and post-industrialism -- which was, coincidentally, invented and developed by men) exists in a network of social governance and a vast government bureaucracy (also, invented and developed by men) in which the taxpayer (heretofore majority male) provides social and economic support for the impoverished, particularly single mothers and their children (mostly female, of course) while artificially fiddling with the "rules of the game" to favor one particular side while punishing the other side.

That's the "level playing field" that they are "winning" on.








So what happens when one team just fails to show up?  Is that still a "win"?

One thing that the smug little "end o' men" articles we've been seeing so many of lately love talking about is how the fact that more women having advanced degrees than men means that women have finally "out-competed" men in the workplace.  Now that they have declared where they are "the top" of the social and economic structure men created and developed, they are quick to dismiss the men who can't seem to compete successfully on the "level playing field" as losers or worse.  Badger amply demonstrates the dripping contempt that educated women feel about their male professional peers, much less their mates and males in general.  

Only, is it fair to judge the "success" of women competing in the workplace when the dis-incentives provided to their male peers are so severe as to discourage competition?

One point I'm making in my book is that the "success" of women in advancing careers has to be seen in the context in which men who would ordinarily have been competing for those positions have effectively "dropped out".  They didn't get on the bus to begin with.  The women "won" by default, because the best possible person for the job never interviewed for it in the first place.  

Feminists will bridle at the suggestion, but it's true.  MGTOW didn't precisely begin with Freedom Twenty Five; men have been walking away from societally-prescribed ambitions for almost two decades now, in the face of penalties and disincentives relating to their unfortunate ownership of a penis.  

There's a case I cite in the book, anecdotal, of course (I also make the point that you can't hang a metric on the lack of someone's ambition, which is pesky from a statistical perspective) of my neighbor, Sid.  Sid was a business-school graduate and an RN, and had spent ten years and a marriage climbing the ruthless corporate ladder of the American pharmaceutical industry.  He was good at what he did, and consistently out-performed his peers, male and female, and seemed to have a lock on a solid middle-management position with stock options and bells and whistles, every MBA's dream.  His last year was his most productive, and he logged millions of dollars worth of business for his company (now bought out by an even bigger company -- Sid would have been loaded).  

But when Sid looked at the competition he faced, he realized he was doomed.  Women were getting special seminars on leadership, mentoring opportunities, and other career-advancing perks.  Sid was getting assigned diversity training courses and being set up to fail by being assigned a "mentor" who had a pronounced dislike of men and especially manly men like Sid, who refused to kiss her ass just the way she wanted.  He was boxed in: he couldn't proceed further in the company without getting this woman's approval, and he couldn't get this woman's approval while still maintaining his Y chromosome. 

So Sid . . . dropped out.

He "Went His Own Way" long before it was called that.  Sid turned his back on his advanced degree and his education, his ex-wife and his expensive car, and Sid found a third-shift job working in a county hospital ER that paid him just enough to survive comfortably upon.  He turned his back on a decade of learning one of the most intricate businesses and regulatory systems ever invented, on the lucrative prospects that could have made him a millionaire, and he walked away.  The "level playing field" contains a fifteen-yard penalty for having a penis, so Sid walked away from it and accepted -- for now -- a far lower status job in return for personal happiness and fulfillment.  He didn't drop out because he couldn't hack it, he dropped out because the juice wasn't worth the squeeze.  

Now, someone got that next management spot Sid walked away from.  Sid could have had it, had he stayed on and fought for it.  Did the person who get it (it was, indeed, a woman) get it because she was the best qualified for the job?  Or did she get it because she was the most qualified candidate (under the adjusted rules) who was willing to show up and interview?  Did she get that office and that name plate and the parking space and the "Director" title because she was superlative?  Or did she get it because the other team just didn't get off the bus?

It's been over a decade since Sid dropped out -- close to two, actually.  But in the early 1990s, when feminism was throwing its weight around with reckless abandon, it knocked a lot of highly talented men out of the way in its quest for a "level playing field" that ensured no real competition.  Feminism's attempt at "fairness" in the corporate world became a hymn to mediocrity as the men who would have competed against them decided to resign the game rather than subject themselves to unfairness, emasculation, and professional humiliation in the name of "equality".  

Sid wasn't the only one who left back then -- as feminist-inspired corporate cultures sought to punish men and traditionally masculine endeavors, plenty of dudes dropped out and pursued other interests.  Sid enjoyed the fast pace of a late-night Emergency Room to the prison of an office, and so his vast talents and knowledge about the business end of the pharmaceutical industry never got put back on the table.  The women at Sid's company who survived their flight might gloat at their "victory", their high earning potential, their wealth and power.  But they'll never be "the best" because Sid didn't come back and give them real competition.  

Sid was smart, educated, and very astute -- you don't follow nursing school with an MBA and land a high five figure entry-level job by being cute -- and he was smart and astute enough to know that his career options in a corporate world where Personnel regulations overcome fair competition is a losing proposition.  No future in it.  Why bother?

This isn't just a few isolated losers, disheartened by competition in general and angry at their loss of "male privilege  -- this is a talented group of men who have no real social or financial incentives to pursue the societal roles that feminism desires for them.   The female insurance executive may very well be there because she worked hard, did her job, and made money for the company.  But she may also be there because the dude who would have been even better in her position decided that being an insurance executive really just didn't sound like a lot of fun, after his divorce, so why stuff his wife's alimony check with extra dough when he can take a job at half the pay that can support a lifestyle that suddenly doesn't include fancy suits and shoes designed to impress female insurance executives?

In a way, I almost feel sorry for these feminist "winners".  What they have won is what men in their positions have earned in the past, earned in earnest competition against the best their industry had to offer.  If you were the top salesman in your district, you knew that it was because all the other sharks weren't quite as hungry as you.  Now if you're the top salesman in your district, you have to wonder if it's because you really are the best . . . or if the competition just decided to forfeit because there were five-foot breakers at the beach that day?

I'm not just blowing smoke rings here.  I used to work in the personnel industry (bargain-basement headhunter and temporary placement), and I still keep in touch with some of my old colleagues.  One of whom just had a boy graduate from a decent college . . . and demonstrate not a lick of ambition, despite a lifetime of being primed for it.  Meanwhile, his younger sister (who was always a little slower academically than he was) was already lining up summer internships a year in advance.  My former colleague was despairing about his utter lack of ambition and angrily confronted her son when he revealed he hadn't even bothered to apply to graduate schools this summer.  

He gave a litany of damned good reasons why pursuing his chosen professional career path (including a graduate degree and another four years of student loans) was a losing proposition for him.  Why kill yourself to get to the top of your class when your female colleagues are just going to cut your knees out from under you with affirmative action and such?  So he can find a good ex-wife who can bleed him dry and not let him see his kids someday?  

At 22, this young man is jaded and bitter and unambitious . . . and there's not a damn thing my friend can say to him to dissuade him from a life spent working part time and playing Disc Golf professionally (slightly more lucrative than playing WoW professionally) and NOT preparing for a life as a husband and father . . . because she knows everything he is complaining about is exactly true.  She can't deny it.  She's in Personnel, where the rules that punish male performance and push female mediocrity are forged.  She's pushed underqualified female candidates in with overqualified male candidates into interviews herself -- and was fiercely proud of it . . . when her son wasn't involved.

But her son is absolutely right.  There's just no good future in it for men.  "Climbing the corporate ladder of success" only makes sense if there's a reward at the top, not a punishing ex-wife, a battleaxe of a feminist boss above you and a constantly-eroding sense of your own masculinity.  Better to throw little plastic discs around and enjoy life for a decade or so in the beer-soaked bosom of the Puerarchy, than subject yourself to that kind of punishment.

Is it a "waste" of good masculine intellectual capital?  That depends on whom you ask.  To women, of course, these men are "losers" because they have withdrawn from the competition they cannot win.  They have made the conscious effort to make themselves the men they want to be, not the men women want to be, and feminists in particular can't allow that to have positive social standing.  

But there is a silver lining to this, for dudes.  As more and more women assume the tax burden required to fund a female-oriented husband-replacing welfare state, their sensitivity to the unfairness of such things will rise.  What happens when the 40 year old spinster has to write a tax check in the thousands before trudging her way to the office, no hope for romance or reproduction in sight, while watching the 20 year old single mom down the street take her three kids to the park through the window?  What happens when men drop out to the point where it is busy, single female workers who are left holding the bulk of the welfare bag . . . while being denied the benefits of romance and motherhood that they are subsidizing in their sisters?

Had Sid stayed in his career-track, he could be senior management by now making in the high 6 or low 7 figures -- your Viagra dollar at work.  He didn't.  He makes just over fifty grand as the senior nurse on shift at his hospital, and spends the weekends he doesn't work hunting, fishing, or (if his neighbors don't shoot him first) zipping around the neighborhood at 4:00 am blasting Skynnard from the radio of his vintage 1974 VW microbus.  Instead of paying tens of thousands in taxes, he gets a refund.  Instead of working for his ex-wife, he works for himself.  Instead of spending thousands and thousands a year on new suits and shirts and ties, he spends a couple of hundred on scrubs he wears both on and off the job.  

Meanwhile, the woman who got the job he could have had, he tells me, is getting her second divorce, is being sued by a competitor for unfair practices, and is miserable with her "success".  

That's what happens when the other team just doesn't show, ladies.  You end up holding a trophy devoid of meaning.  A forfeit isn't a real win, no matter how you rationalize it.





...And Now A Word From Our Hamster...

Okay, I rarely throw up two posts so quickly, and I do so at the risk of burying a decent one, but this was just too . . . too . . . Hamstery to pass up.


Ran across this amazing piece of reportage/opinion in the bowels of the Huffington Post (see?  TOLD you I was a Progressive...) and almost peed myself when I read this gem: "Why We Shouldn't See Divorce As A 'Failed' Marriage", by Vicki Larson -- self-declared Journalist, Mother, and Thinker (although after reading this, someone might want to verify her CV on that last count).  Ms. Larson contends that a divorce is not a "failed marriage".  Which is, perhaps, the greatest single example of the Rationalization Hamster going.

Look, it's not that I don't 'believe' in divorce.  I don't have a religious dog in the fight over 'til death do us part' and the Biblical underpinnings of modern matrimony.  In my tradition we usually pledge "As long as love shall last", which might seem to lack commitment but is a far more realistic measurement of the durability of a marriage these days.  Still, my tradition also places a very, very high value on keeping oaths.  Especially sacred oaths.  If you swear before the gods and your ancestors and all the spirits of nature that you will stay married 'til death do us part', then you have made a vow which should be kept if humanly possible.

Still, accepting divorce as a part of our society is not the same as celebrating it.  Contend with it, deal with it, make provision for it, sure-- but celebrating it the way they do at Huffington Post is just pathetic.  And Ms. Larson's take on the subject has proven to be among the most pathetic examples of the Hamsterization of Divorce.

You can read the whole thing, but to sum up her point divorce shouldn't be seen as a 'failed marriage' (which would imply someone was at fault -- to blame -- responsible -- guilty -- for the loss) because:

1) She doesn't want to take the blame (" no one better tell me that my marriage "failed." No, it ended in divorce. And, yes, I did start over.")

2) Some people are abused or cheated on, so they shouldn't be blamed either.

3) Divorce is better than staying in a really, really bad marriage.(Or, apparently, even a moderately bad one.  Or a decent one but a better deal comes along.  But according to the Hamster that's almost like he was beating you, so . . .)

4) Everybody is doing it. ("about half of us can't, maybe even more given how many couples remain married in name only because of financial or health-care benefits.")

5) We might not be designed to be  monogamous anyway ("The fact that half of all married couples end up divorced by their 20th anniversary raises some serious questions on whether we are able to be "permanent, monogamous pair-bonders." )  Or it raises serious questions about the flakiness of and ability to trust a commitment from an alleged adult in this day and age.  But it really is more convenient to blame evolution.

 6) You shouldn't judge me ("who decides what's the "right" or "wrong" reason to divorce? Why should a spouse be labeled a "quitter" or "selfish" if he or she decides the marriage isn't working? ")  Um . . . because they quit?  Because "it isn't working for me" is an inherently selfish statement?  Because when you promise something, you're supposed to live up to that promise?


7) It only hurts kids if we don't prepare them for the fact that their parents can't get it together and manage a simple heterosexual relationship: (" ...the importance of good co-parenting relationships and keeping both parents involved in meaningful ways in their kids' lives. ")  So you make great parents?  Then you have the possibility for being a great wife or husband.  Your unwillingness to make the effort and see it through is instructive of your character.


8) It's unfair to compare children of divorce to "normal" kids.  We should only compare them to kids from really, really shitty married households.  Kids who grow up in happy, two-parent households are aliens or something.  But if you compare kids from crappy divorced parents to kids from crappy married parents, they don't look so bad anymore.  And that's how a hamster moves a goalpost, boys and girls.

9) She doesn't want to take the blame. (" We shouldn't slap a #fail label on people who divorce. Let's have faith that they'll do things better the next time -- or maybe the time after that.")  Why not?  Haven't you failed?  And aren't you actually more likely to fail the second time around, since you've already built-in failure by considering a third?  That's like buying a car you know is destined for the junkyard . . . it's only a matter of time.  After all, it's been in one bad wreck already . . . 

While 'prior performance is not indicative of future results', it's usually a pretty serious indicator, a red-flag warning at the least.  And since more than half of second marriages fail in the first few years, then a two-time loser should be a klaxon in your ear.  I've seen plenty of second-marriages work out just fine, as folks made more mature and reasoned decisions the second time around, and brought some skills from the first marriage to the second.  But redefining failure as success doesn't make it any more successful.  That's the Hamster talking.

See why I almost peed?


Ms. Larson, perhaps you skipped that day in journalism school when they covered "objective reality", or perhaps the part of English 101 when they went over "words mean things".  But divorce, by any reasonable, rational observation, is, indeed, a failed marriage.  Like a miscarriage is a "failed pregnancy".  There was an expectation and a reasonable level of determining success . . . and you screwed it up.  The two of you.  That means him AND you.  


To be fair, there is usually one party or the other that is at MORE fault, I'll grant you.  But the expectations and commitment implied that day you wore that pretty white dress and those darling slippers for your big party were crystal clear.  If you are not married before you or your spouse dies, then your marriage failed.  And yes, you bear a certain amount of responsibility for that regardless of whether or not you were the 'offending' party.  You can stamp your foot and say it isn't fair, that it shouldn't count, that things have changed, but the real, Red Pill objective-reality fact of the matter is that YOUR MARRIAGE FAILED.  


You can try to 'normalize' it to make yourself feel better.  You can try to come up with great excuses why you shouldn't be judged about that, because it makes you uncomfortable.  But where the rubber meets the road, you rated the commitment you pledged about the most important aspect of your life low enough that you could rationalize away the fact that you made a sacred promise that you broke.  

If you weren't planning on finishing the race, why bother to start?  Did you not understand the level of commitment involved?  Did you not comprehend what you were signing on for?  Did you give it any more thought, study, and consideration than you gave your cell-phone contract . . . or were you busy dealing with place settings and flower arrangements and sea-foam green bridesmaids dresses?


Your marriage failed.  It didn't 'transform', it died.  Regardless of any other circumstance, you and your husband chose not to honor the biggest voluntary commitment any human being can make to each other.  Therefore, your marriage failed.  You can try to blame it on society, on statistics, on the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.  You can try to trash the institution and point out that a high failure rate implies that the whole institution is poorly conceived.  You can try to blame the system, the economy, the fortunes of war, the pressures of modern life, or the whims of blessed Hera, Herself, but the undeniable fact is that YOUR MARRIAGE FAILED.  And since you were a part of that, as blameless as you might be, yes, YOU failed at being married.  You failed at being a wife.  Your ex failed at being a husband.  Fail, fail, #fail!


Are troubled, sick, dysfunctional marriages better than divorce?  Perhaps.  I'll agree that you cannot count such as 'successful' marriages.  But they aren't 'failed' marriages, they are fail-ing marriages.  Regardless of their condition or context, they are still in the present tense.  Divorce means your marriage is in the past tense . . . and that means it Failed.  A big fat F.  


I don't know if you just didn't do your due diligence on your mate and improperly vetted them, or if you decided you could do better, or you just didn't have the character to handle the challenges implicit in a functioning heterosexual dyad, but it doesn't matter.  Your marriage failed.  You may not want us to judge you for it, but the fact is that some people do, and always will.  It amazes me that people who would freak out over the idea of not paying their taxes or doing the volunteer work they signed up for or abandoning a puppy look at the commitment implied in marriage as one of those "it doesn't really count" promises.  


I know of at least one employer who will not hire someone who's divorced, if he finds out and learns the details.  And since he does a criminal background check and credit check on his potential employees, he almost always finds out.  But since he works in an industry where trust is their stock-in-trade, he is very, very cautious about the people he hires.  His employees are his reputation, and he understandably doesn't want to risk what he's built because one of them went flaky.  When every deal could mean millions of dollars, trust is a serious issue.


But he won't hire divorced people, except in rare cases, because he reasons that if the prospective employee doesn't take a commitment to creating a family -- and family is forever -- seriously enough to work through marital difficulties, then it doesn't matter what other accomplishments that individual has to their name, they are not considered trustworthy. They couldn't keep a sacred commitment, which undermines their credibility on everything else.   They are unacceptable risks.  


It's almost gotten him sued a couple of times, but being in a right-to-work state and having fewer than the Federal-reg-triggering 15 employees gives him all the legal ground he needs.  To him, the integrity of divorced people are suspect, at the very least, until the specifics are known.  That's not to say that married people are any more trustworthy, but they have at least one public vow or commitment that they are living up to.  


Ms. Larson, this is nothing more than you trying to wiggle out of the responsibilities of adult life.  Your marriage failed.  Deal with it -- preferably by 'moving on', and not reliving and celebrating your bitter 'victory' in public on the internet.  Divorce means your marriage failed.  You either did a poor job of mate selection or you didn't do what you needed to to maintain a working relationship, but a rejection of logic and reason as profound as "Divorce doesn't mean your marriage failed!" is not going to make that go away.  



You can move on.  You can rebuild.  You can "start over" (although any man who dated, let alone married, a woman who writes a 'divorce' column is either recklessly optimistic or addicted to drama).  You can remarry.  You can learn from your failure and try not to repeat your personal mistakes.  But you cannot call a divorce a successful outcome of a marriage any more than you can claim a miscarriage is a successful outcome of a pregnancy.  Not and be intellectually honest.




That's what the Rationalization Hamster is all about: allowing women to live their lives as they desire without accepting any blame, responsibility, or accountability for their actions.  A "woman's prerogative to change her mind" is well known -- but intellectual flakiness at this level, Ms. Larson, strains credulity.  You cannot define failure as success -- not really.  You can lie to yourself.  You can lie to your kids.  You can lie to society-at-large.   But no matter how hard your hamster spins, it cannot escape the cold, ruthless, uncomfortable objective fact that YOUR MARRIAGE FAILED.  And, by extension, YOU FAILED.


So deal with it.  Don't celebrate it.  It's not something to celebrate.  You screwed something important up big time, somehow, and while your attempt to rationalize it away as "not your fault" is understandable, it's also lame and pathetic and childish to try to escape responsibility for your failure.  That's not what adults do.  You're just embarrassing yourself.


Now, back to the show . . . 


UPDATE:  Also check out my collection of rum-derived Manosphere Inspirational Posters!

Office Game: A Primer (Part 1)



Vox Day had an post on Business Game, and that inspired someone to write me an email with a question, which inspired this (series of) post(s).  The basic question is, "Can you and should you use the Game techniques you learn as a mating strategy to forward your career in a female-dominated industry?

The answer is yes.  Let me tell you how. 


Mrs. Ironwood works in a heavily female-dominated field.  Most of her colleagues are female, skewing heavily toward older women on their second or third careers.  That means that most of the offices she’s worked in have been overwhelmingly female, with just a smattering of males.  It’s also a profession which attracts its fair share of lambdas, so the few straight dudes who work in that field are swimming in a sea of estrogen.

So this is the worst place possible to practice Game, right?  A sexual harassment suit waiting to happen?  And endless horizon of diversity-training classes ahead of you?  Or is it merely a place for white knights and manginas to overdose on Blue Pills until they hit menopause?

In fact, a female-heavy environment such as a female-dominated workplace is often an outstanding opportunity to practice Game . . . with a few caveats.  And the first one is going to be confusing.

You don’t practice Game at work with the intent to seduce anyone.

Allow me to explain, Gentlemen.  As I've discussed in detail elsewhere, women who associate together form the Female Social Matrix, regardless of what the context might be.  The FSMsurrounds us all, even at work.  So using Game to seduce someone at work has the strong possibility of entangling you in a Machiavellian maelstrom of competing loyalties and petty infighting of titanic proportions – hence the should-be-a-Game-law rule “don’t shit where you eat”. 

But that doesn’t mean you can’t practice your Game there, and – and this is important – actually use Game to improve your work performance and social dynamic.  Game is, after all, designed to influence social dynamics, and in the service-oriented economy we live in, social dynamics are key to any serious professional ambitions.  Therefore, utilizing Game to further your career goals isn't just not “unfair”, it is in your best interests to do so.  Because despite what they say (remember the difference between what women say and what they do) they do NOT have your best interests in mind.  You are there as a useful tool or an obstacle to them, and adopting any other posture in return is career suicide.

If Game is used to counter the typical female traits of Solipsism, Rationalization, and Entitlement (and the Shit Tests that arise from all three) in dating and romance, there is no reason why you should not also exploit the power Game gives you to challenge and manage the females at your workplace.  And while these suggestions won’t all fit into every workplace, you’ll get the gist of it quickly enough.

The Blue Pill Office Strategy:

The problem is, most dudes take a brow-beaten approach to an all-female office.  They’ve been so poisoned by feminist ideology that even if they reject it, it colors their perspective in unhealthy ways.  For instance, a fairly dominant single dude who is used to hooking up four or five times a week might see the sea of cubicles, feel the estrogen in the air, and resign himself to a kind of bitter quiet lest he rouse the wrath of the Personnel Gods.  One careless remark, and he’s toast and he knows it.  And he always seems to make that remark in front of the exact wrong person.

She might not even report it, but she will talk about it – he knows it, too.  And he knows he has trouble coming.  At that point he uses the ideology of feminism as such a profound negative that he becomes embittered, and gains a rep in the Matrix as an angry, sexist introvert that bears watching.  He reacts in turn to the Consensus formed against him and merely confirms their assessment by his sarcastic and biting response.  This leads to the Matrix marginalizing him for his “unproductive” attitude, and his work performance suffers even if his work product remains good.  But because he responded churlishly, they treated him collectively like a disapproving mother, the go-to attitude for the Matrix in that situation.

The result?  He gets passed over for promotion because he’s not diverse enough.  He starts slinking around the edges of the office, effectively socially ostracized, his continuing displays of petulant behavior and petty feuding making him appear less manly in the eyes of just about everyone there.  His co-workers are de facto opponents and competitors who just happen to have boobs.  They also resent his attitude and are immediately wary of his presence in their midst.  Before long he’ll either get labeled “creepy” or “angry”, and either way he’s not getting promoted.

Sound familiar to a few of you?  How many dudes have screwed up their jobs because they went to work every morning prepared for battle, playing a perpetual game of quoting employee handbook regulations and puerile mocking?  At that point you couldn’t hit on anyone at work if you tried – the Matrix has formed such a strong consensus against you that any woman who dares to break it risks losing position.  Your only options are to sit tight and hope the company lays off  half of your department, or to pretend to be a white knight mangina in order to weasel your way back into their good graces.  Sucks to be you, dude.

That is, pre-Game.


The Red Pill Strategy

Consider again what Game is: a social strategy.  One designed ultimately to get you laid early and often, but the basis of Game is to manipulate social situations to your advantage through use of a knowledge of human psychology . . . specifically human sexual psychology.

So can you apply human sexual psychology at work and have it affect your job performance without getting your penis directly involved?

Oh, mais ouis!

 The basics of Game presentation apply to work situations just as they do in mating situations.  While feminism has trained you to treat your female co-workers like fellow comrades who just happen to have boobs, and not women whose boobs you can’t stop thinking about, that’s a Shit Test. If you play along, you’ve lost. As you attempt to suppress your strong feelings on the matter, grit your teeth and soldier on with the burden of daily emasculation on your shoulders, your attitude craps out. 

So back that shit up and re-frame.  Forget that your female co-workers are co-workers, for a moment, and approach them as you would women in a bar – by controlling the frame, first and foremost.  Every interaction with your female colleagues should be pro-active and on your terms, ideally.  When you go to a meeting, don’t just zone out – have your own private agenda in hand, and pursue it respectfully but aggressively.  When you go see your boss about something, always have something else that you want to discuss above and beyond whatever it is she wants to discuss. Always control the frame.

By controlling the frame, you control the conversation: “I understand you’re busy, but I just wanted to know if you were leaning more toward Barbara or me to head up the new office?” (where Barbara is a total idiot).  Or if you've been called to account for someone else’s screw-up, present the entire thing as if you’re thrilled that someone is at last getting to the bottom of this.

Next, dress the part.  If you’re the only dude in an office full of women, don’t slob out because you know you aren't going to get laid, so why put in the effort?  By taking care with your appearance and clothing, you distract women from far more weighty concerns about business.  I once wore a beautiful bright yellow silk tie, hand-painted, to an important presentation where I was pitching some pretty impressive bullshit to a panel of middle-aged female executives.  My (female) boss had me dress appropriately, and even selected my tie.  She wasn't an idiot – she knew how women’s minds work.

Because I had on expensive shoes (bought second-hand from a shoe repairman), a tailored suit, and had that glorious tie on, during the meeting their eyes and attention were on my threads, not on the crap I was piling up on paper.  Afterward the each asked more questions about the tie than they did about the presentation – and yes, we got the contract.  Not because of the yellow tie, but the tie gave them something to both focus on and admire, which kept them from looking at our figures too closely.  A panel of dudes would have completely ignored what I was wearing.

Next, remember the fundamental Red Pill truths: Never trust what a woman says, trust what she does. 

That may seem difficult in a workplace setting, because it’s entangled in all sorts of protocols and regulations governing behavior.  If you have a female boss in particular, however, this is a vital thing.  You can try to do the letter of what she says she wants and still fail, in her mind.  You have to do what she actually wants, even if she doesn’t know what she wants. 

This implies communicating with her (or any other woman) on two different channels.  The officialoffice communication channel, and the emotional channel.  When working in an office full of women, how they’re feeling is as important as what they are saying.  This is important to you not because you need to emasculate yourself and play the Matrix games, but because knowledge is power, and knowing who is feeling bitchy that day can be as important as not getting a memo.

In fact, the more you recognize the Matrix games and how to avoid them, and the more you Game the women therein, the more personal power you will accrue in the office regardless of the number of women working there.  That’s essential.  I’ll explain why in a moment.  Until then, just . . . be dominant.

Wait!  You can’t be the dominant male at work in an office full of women, can you?  Not without being the boss?

(To Be Continued . . . )
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