Pre-smartphones, I had the distinct honor (sarcasm) of military service on MCAS Cherry Point, NC circa 2004. SE North Carolina is an utter wasteland in regards to dating quality women. The area is dense with fighting men in all directions. Dating wise for men, it is highly competitive: Wilmington (Coast Guard), Cherry Point and Lejuene (Marines), Seymour Johnson - hehe AFB (Goldsboro), and a not too far away Fort Bragg (Army). A long trip to Raleigh or Charlotte would be the remedy for the average man’s plight. Although long-distance romance is a rare success, a useless venture - unless one-night boot-knocking is your shtick. Poor quality women would receive ultra levels of attention, due to the lopsided gender demographics of the area. I used to joke, any desperate lady looking for action…hey, move yourself to SE. NC.

Nowadays, everywhere feels like Cherry Point - largely thanks to social media and the hyper ego inflation which occurs. Simps, cucks, incels etc blow up the comment sections of average girls, catapulting their sense of worth to stratospheric levels. Coupled with a generation of “Disney” raised, princess syndrome. Double couple that with the uber-high divorce rates, broken homes; the by-product creates leaderless, effeminate, weak men and mentally unstable, daddy-issue riddled women. Triple down that with a current culture which glorifies “hook-up” culture; fleet-footed, irresponsible dudes and debt-laden dudettes with their spawn-pool of multiple, albeit mysterious fathers. Where is Maury Povich when you need him?

In the not too distant “olden days”, a man’s competition for women was a community wide, regional at the most, ordeal. Now we compete against the world - any thirsty, eager to validate schmuck from the far corners of the earth can inflate a girl/woman’s brain. Narcissism is rife and deadly - the West will fall soon.

I’ve seen data which has revealed 80% of ladies are banging, chasing, pining with/for 20% of men. While 80% of men are left swaying in the breeze.

All these “body affirming” movements ie. “obesity is healthy, beautiful, stunning and brave”, is a gynocentric outlook. Man must be confident, ripped, tall, educated, financially successful and have some modicum of prestige. The feminist type bemoans when a man makes more money then them - yet mostly pine or deem worthy a man whom earns more then them. Dumb, make up your dang minds.

Dating sites weren’t always terrible…before the abominable “swipe left or right” platform which dominates every website nowadays; a function with an addictive hook, likened to gambling algorithms. Nor were sites flooded with bots, or pathetic girls seeking validation with a desire to grow their IG / only fans following. Sad.

Healthy relationship standards haven’t changed, the culture which surrounds it has. Look at all these healthy relationships! We are falling away from standards of success, supplanting it with recipes of disaster.

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I know it, an avalanche of downvotes is to be expected - knee deep in this lefty hive mind.

And your reply is sound - I wholly agree.

Pro tip if you find yourself blaming an other you are puffing smoke up your ass.

You dont like feminism because it points out things happening in our society. You obsess over it because it means you dont have to change yourself or address the problem just jump on the hate train and continue with your paterns.

Not much of my post pertains to feminism, nor does it exclude myself from the total blame - this technology we use or misuse of. Also I hammer men a fair bit, maybe more so… the problem functions like the ouroboros, action and reactions between the sexes, plunging downward into the void.

I don’t have much beef with feminism in it’s initial principle. Equal opportunity, which has been in place for decades and I support with everything I have. Although this new wave, it’s drones and sycophants bleat for “equal outcome” - which is insanity.

New feminism in the workplace…Reminds me, one time I participated in a bowling league with “handicap rules”. As an example if on average I bowl a score of 225 and my opponent averages 82. If I have a bad game and score 192 and she has a great game of 150; I will lose the game. WTH.

Or if I’m still in the Marines and running my physical fitness test. And let’s say I’m competing against a woman of equal height and build (it isn’t like this, but the scoring is). If I run my 3 mile in 22 mins and she runs her’s in 24 minutes, she will have a higher score than me. WTH.

At work currently, If I’ve 20+ years experience in my trade (and I do), never take days off (and I don’t), and work all the overtime I’m allowed, why should my female coworker of lesser experience, of lesser hours labored, never does overtime, whom can’t lift objects exceeding a pathetic 60lbs (work that must be done, and usually fulfilled by a man) - earn as much money as me, or the other men like me.

“I should just do my labor, shut up and be happy” - Karl Marx can lick my shoes. Feminism, currently is Marxist b.s., through and though.

I know this does not cover the spectrum of the modern feminist’s ideology, and the issues of topic. Should I upgrade this Reddit novella into a novel?

This shits funny af, ty for the new copypasta, get stick bugged idiot

Did you repost this? It’s so funny with no hint of irony, I want to repost it somewhere but I’m not sure where it fits. It reminds me of the guy who said he could smell women menstruating, except that one was probably a joke.

Not a repost - I penned this cynical script. Funny cause it’s mostly true or funny cause I’m dead wrong (reader may judge). Can’t cover all the bases, without writing a book.

No I didn't, but fuck bro go karma farm on r/inceltear they'll fuckin love it

I just posted it all on my discords

Stick-bugged? That’s an interesting expression. And I’ve no idea what that means… copy it and have a laugh, buddy; I could care less.

One of the biggest issues that’s faced me as a mid-20s male is that I’m spoilt for choice these days. I live in London and I could literally marry 2/3 women I see on the streets almost every day. But obviously that’s just the outer beauty as it’s all about what’s on the inside. Dating is fucking expensive man. Also there’s so many games it becomes a head swirl so I just choose not to do it. Growing up was also a funny one, all the girls my age wanted to look like Kim K and be with Harry styles or Justin bieber. It’s a funny little world we’ve created with social media and so much connectivity. Narcissism (myself included), childhood trauma (myself included), external validation, family pressure, social appeasement, etc, etc. There’s so much stress and unnecessary shit that dating isn’t for you unless you’re literally looking to have kids in 9 months. And we all know that’s straight up financial suicide in today’s climate.

It is the inside that counts more. I agree. Although it’s a hard find. Whilst there are plenty of pretty ladies, an abundance; there are few I would consider beautiful. And I’m not talking aesthetics, the internal virtues I value more: graciousness, earnestness, integrity, fidelity, humility, kindness, etc.

Many women (personalities) I observe or discover via conversation: are made of cardboard / hollow husks or are as twisted as the brambles in my backyard. I don’t seek perfection, we all have our faults and idiosyncrasies - in these, oftentimes our real character is found.

I am rapidly approaching my 40’s (38), my philosophy is radically different from my late teens and 20’s. Although it won’t save me from the time I wasted, in my younger year. I’ve “wetted my baby arm, 11th fat finger, my member - sowed my oats”, if you will, enough times. My life is not augmented for the better by these …memories, or hazy half memories (drunken escapades), nor worse for it. I regret a lot it actually; wish my count was lower. For what I seek is a contradiction to the way I have lived. And the last thing I want to be is a hypocrite.

I’ve no children and never married - I sometimes wish I hadn’t been so careful: no wrap and tap, no pull and spray, maybe I shoot blanks, who knows. But I do know, I basically work for no real reason at all. Most my old time friends’ kids are in high school or starting college.

Bit of a minimalist and practice frugality, not to the extreme, but I always have. Ive no interest in the accumulation of stuff… useless material stuff. I’d rather “suffer” and raise a family then play it safe with purpose than to exist for no damn reason at all. Or deal with the expense (with a good, like minded woman) than deal with this cultural rot, which plagues the land.

Dating is expensive, though it does somewhat depend on the woman; shared interests and whatnot - high maintenance vs low - I and her or you and yours.

The great fear, as has happened to many a-well-to-do man, is to work my sack off, put my trust in one of these malicious “loves”, and lose a life’s work to some incredulous accusation. Lose my hypothetical/would be children in the gynocentric heavy - family court system. Be trapped in a modern transactionally dependent relationship. Foolishly build a castle on a fleeting, flimsy foundation such as sex or outer appeal - for it will fade with age or crumble by circumstantial tragedy (potential accidents, debilitating injuries - no one is exempt from the world and it’s oft times harsh ways).