sorry for the lapse in posts this week, haven’t really fely like writing. deal with it. lol. this week Mister E wins it with this comment in, “your world is her paradise”.
“In order for love to exist, there has to be something missing in that person, a need of some kind, if you will. A man’s mission is to find that “need” and fill it. The trouble with women is that they themselves don’t always recognize this “need” they have. You have to help them evaluate their needs vs. wants and paint them a better picture with you in it.
I like what Earl said…Eve had everything she could ever need, it was her “want” that got her into trouble.”
indeed. very good point.
This week CopyLeft takes home the Brophy with this simple, yet direct comment in “savages”.
“You said you didn’t want or need men to protect you. You got it. Enjoy.”
this week i have 2 honorable mentions:
Pablo Hernandez- “how to make her fall in Love with you”
“Last LTR she used to call me every morning tell me she “L” word me. Anyhow the sex was average at best, no passion. Had to ask her for a bj….the most demoralising thing I think a man has to ask off a woman. If she’s any good shed be down there like Oprah on a baked ham…Needless to say I went offside numerous times. Not proud of it as I cared a lot for her but ended it as I wasn’t getting enough.
I was so beta looking back, paid for her car, living at my place, she didn’t put her hand in her pocket for anything except for a gift for birthday and Christmas. Never even bought groceries for the house. Major Daddy issues, parents split up when she was 16. Needless to say she moved to Australia, sold the car to fund her trip. Left me €9,000 outta pocket….I think I got off light. I’ll remind her that I paid for her excursion next time I see her…..
Been lurking in the sphere for a few months now and now I see the light…..this article will be very helpful for future reference. Got 4 ladies lined up and they’re going to get both red pill barrels!
Cheers baby….much love……”
Mister-E- “a mothers hamster”
“About twelve years ago, I lost a job at a major corporation and had to move back in with my in-laws. I love my in-laws, but I need to make it on my own. That is part of who I am. No coat tails for me. After a couple of months, I picked up a job that payed better, had a few nice perks, but was in a somewhat rural area. My wife said that we would do two years max at that location, her thoughts, not mine. Two years came and went. She started in on me about moving closer to her folks and or a bigger city. Her rant went something like this “I hate this house, I hate this city, I hate your work, and I hate you”. I just stood there staring at her. All I could think about was there is food on the table, a roof over your head, a car in the garage, money in the bank, and you are bitchin’ about location. I could have spit nails. Then she hit me with the I’m not happy line. I said so what? She had the option to walk. I’ve never held anything over her head. There is the door sweetie if you think you can do any better somewhere else. She stayed. She is much more content these days. How I hate that damn hamster. It still rears its ugly head every now and then. Death to the hamster!
I can sympathize with you on the down sizing and doing your own thing. Less is more and you have to do what is best for you. If you do find a woman that is willing to live in those conditions, she will be a keeper for sure. Happy hunting.”
“Women will take equality no sooner than they will be willing to register for the fucking draft and have their hilarious little sociology 101 dream diploma cancelled so they can die face down in paddy mud in a Far Easter country they couldn’t find on a goddamned map.
There. I said it.
PS: Anybody who belts a girl for 41 cents needs to meet my 7-iron. I will go Kevin Costner on his face until the fucking FBI crime lab gets a migraine.”
alot of great comments this week and i really appreciate all you guys chiming in. i had to lot of comments to read through but fortunately half of them are me replying to said comments. lol.
this week Mister E takes the prize with his comment on the miley cyrus post. emphasis mine.
“Stars…oh how they should be…to be seen up in the heavenly lofts, twinkling in the clear of night, shining with majesty for the true talent that they poses. But alas, there are those who in their hour of vain that make everyone’s eyes to turn towards them and say “Look at me”. Those are not stars but rather meteorites that come crashing through the atmosphere in a blinding flash of light only to disintegrate before the eyes of everyone that lay a gaze upon them and slam into the earth, never to be again.
Oh if only her dad had taken the time to teach her to be a real lady, think of the possibilities she could have had. Now her “career”, and I use that term loosely, is a train wreck waiting to happen, not to mention her life in general. I’ll bet her father will have an achy breaky heart soon enough, if not already.
Choices, it all boils down to choices. The choices we make as parents concerning our kids, the choices we make for ourselves.”
i couldn’t agree more Sir. well put.
this week The Fucking Writer takes the Brophy with this comment on the “Power Trip” post:
“I wouldn’t even classify that father as a ‘herb.’ You could tell he is used to getting run over by his daughter — and probably wife (why is he accompanying his daughter to the hospital) — the entire time she was alive. By the time she became a teenager, it was a lost cause. I’d like to say he could put his foot down at this stage, but it would be useless. She’d revolt on him and he’d apologize until the sun came up the next day and then the daughter would complain to the wife and it would start all over again. A well-skilled man would be to be non-reactive, just like you were. Another man in your position might have caught himself in a bit of hot water judging on how she acted and if he wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Keep strong.”
congrats Sir, well played.
tonight though i have an honorable mention. it was togh judging between these 2, so i figured i’d give it props anyway. i’m a firm believer in a ruling class, especially when i rule. this one goes to Maigo with this excellent point:
“I’m from the UK and the gym I go to is run by a couple of world champion powerlifters who train up and comers. Now the woman who runs it has taken a 14yr old girl under her wing and due to her technique this tiny girl is winning competitions all over the place.
Anyway she was in the gym the other day training with a fellow powerlifter who is a man around his early 30′s. The entire time they were there she was pushing hard for ‘banter’ and flirty bickering but I was amazed how much of it was sexual. On a number of occasions she commented loudly about how he wanted to sniff the seat of the machines after she’d sat on them. He made a joke about her looking like a 10 year old and later after he nudged past her she says ‘Why do you keep touching me, you can’t keep your hands off me. Have you always wanted a 10 year old?’ with a big smile on her face.
It seems modern girls are increasingly masculine and coarse to the point where their humour and flirting is beyond what most lads would come out with in mixed company.
Also I should note that she only started going to that gym because her dad is a long time regular and knows all these other people well although he wasn’t there on this day.”
This week, CLG takes the prize with this response to “ITLR: Help a Brother Out”:
“i always think 9′s are really 7′s pretending to be hot. every girl has her flaws. this one does to. dont spend too much time on focusing on them, because it will turn you off what im sure is an incredible piece of ass. but just spend like a couple minutes- especially in her presence- (so as not to start dreaming of her shitting rainbows with pots of gold if she isn’t around) when she is busy ordering or looking at a menu or something, and start picking out some flaws… her smile is crooked, or she has a disproportionately big forehead, etc… and then realize she is hoping to hell you wont notice these things.
if she goes shit test on you, neg her imperfections (hard, but not vicious). every girl spends hours in the mirror, and frankly they usually know where their weaknesses are… when someone else pulls back the curtains that mascara and a push-up cant hide… well now she’s at your level.
finally, and this is something to be careful with cause it can come across as omega if you do it wrong, you can always go groucho marx. “look, let’s be honest: I think you are really ridiculously hot, but i mean, you are on a date with me… so you wanna tell me right now if you have a gang-banging boyfriend you are trying to make jealous whose body I’m going to have to dump in the (body of water near you) at 2 am when he attacks us? cause I didn’t bring any trash bags with me.” or something like that. basically, accuse her of having a flaw, even if you cant place one, that would take her down to your level, call her on it while admitting the looks disparity, and challenge her to reaffirm and defend her interest in you. play it wrong, and say hi to your right hand. but play it right and you can say hi to her left.”
solid advice, and thusly worthy of this weeks Brophy. it was VERY hard to pull a favorite this week as there were MANY good comments, especially in the aforementioned post. i really appreciate all the participation. you guys rock a fat ass.
this week, our winner is Bud- with this comment/story.
“Danny these women never seem to outgrow their hypergamy.
A chick I had dated for 9 months said this weekend we weren’t working anymore and she just wanted to be friends, etc. (for various reasons, I told her I had no desire to be her friend and have cut off all contact and will never contact her again, she takes away the sex and her body, I take away my time and attention.)
What’s funny is, she will never do better than me.
She’s 37, has aged noticeably in the 9 months since I dated her, yet luckily for her she still has a near perfectly shaped body as she keeps in shape (runs marathons and does Insanity work out — although she’s also a bad insomniac so I give her about 90 more days until complete burn out).
Anyway, I am 38, can pass for being in my 20’s (her friends thought she was robbing the cradle when they met me) and make close to $300k per year (and growing) with my own business, no debt, and a lifestyle that lets me live anywhere, travel, etc.
I had actually agreed to move to the same city as her after she had to move for her job (I thought it’d be fun and would have made more $$ in my business, and figured we could keep the relationship going, I still had a lot of fun with her, and it was what she wanted anyway) but that seems to have led to the downfall. I am thinking maybe it looked like supplicating, and her hypergamy kicked in with that too. A woman’s hamster can be a treacherous thing to them.
Anyway, my guess is, she thinks she has options now, and is already on match.com and, no doubt, getting inundated with needy, clingy guys with lots of baggage and that don’t fit her check list of criteria (which she won’t discover until dating them, she has priced herself out of the dating market in many ways)… all inflating her ego beyond belief from all the attention. Her hypergamy salivating at the thought of finding some hot, confident, super successful, non-needy dude with no baggage on match.com (lol).
Even knowing what I do about hypergamy, I will never understand why chicks sabotage themselves like this.
Age is gonna hit her hard in a few years, while I’ll be going with chicks 10 years younger than her.
Admittedly I went kinda blue pill out of complacency a few times in the past couple months (I had my slips, but nothing major.) But it’s astonishing how quickly that hypergamy kicks in. It’s actually kind of fascinating to think about.
Clearly I dodged a bullet with this one.
I can just see her about 5 years from now, at the tender age of 42, alone, feeding her cats, or miserably settling with some weak guy who she mocks, abuses and despises, wondering what the hell happened.
Nothing you can do about these kinds of chicks.
They just have to learn the hard way.”
and….last night i spoke with LaidNYC and i can honestly say- guy’s the real deal. yes i realize some of the women may be put off by his site, but you have to remember- his site is geared towards teaching game to men. it’s nothing more misogynistic as most female MSM website are misandrist. and let me tell you this-
don’t judge him based on his site, he’s very cool, very down to earth, and i’m glad i got to talk to him. do yourself a favor guys and head over to his place and check out his posts they’re well written and dude’s wise beyond his years when it comes to game.
This week Days of Broken Arrows takes the prize with this comment-
“I have a serious lung problem because I was born prematurely. Because of that, I choose not to live where there is a lot of pollution or go into smoke-filled rooms. Or kitchens.
As such, people with BPD or bipolar disorder should know their limits like I know mine. Just like I know not to be in a relationship with a woman who has hot air heating, they should know they shouldn’t be texting guys at 3 a.m. They should write a note to themselves.
Beyond that, I’m tired of apologists for the allegedly mentally ill. Every woman, it seems, is on some kind of psychotropic drug these days. The new White Knighting is saying they’re all just not competent to have normal relations and therefore we should pity them. If that’s the case, they’re also not competent to be in the workplace either.”
It’s always a hard pick for the Brophy. Sometimes the comment is funny, sometimes it’s insightful…it’s not an easy pick.
Congrats DOBA. Stay up.