People will read my previous entries in the ‘Cry of the Beta Male’ series and draw the conclusion that I hate beta males or somehow enjoy their suffering.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Every day I wake up and wish everything I know was false. Or a bad dream. I want it to be wrong so badly it hurts. I want to be wrong that women (and by proxy evolution) isn’t really as anti-humanist as I suspect. That evolution wasn’t about arriving at the lowest common denominator. That the finer aspects of being human were rewarded. Even just that one anecdotal experience could prove strong enough to dispel the collective black ooze of corruption dripping from society’s mouth. If only I could find one person with a decent loyal girl against the odds, then there would be hope for the proles.
The truth is I am a beta male. And I can’t ‘kill the beta‘ no matter what I know to be true. I don’t think its possible. Every natural ‘nice guy’ is going to have a nice guy deep down no matter how much experience he acquires, no matter how many divorces, affairs, arguments and rejections he gets. In fact, he will probably double down on being beta.
He is wedded to the idea. Not because it ‘works’ with women. Or even because ‘that’s what my religion, my parents, my friends, the media, the government and Colin Firth rom-coms tell me’. Its ultimately because he cannot bear to think human beings are fundamentally bad and act accordingly.
Women select bad boys because that’s what the human species needs to survive in a state of nature. We need to be big, tall, aggressive and ruthless to fend off other tall, strong, aggressive men from taking resources from us in a state of anarchy. Women select men for the ‘worst case scenario’ state of human affairs. The original scenario. Even when the environment is currently placid.
Its evolution’s way of making sure people survive, not thrive.
That’s why women don’t find men that are primarily (a) intelligent (b) funny (c) caring (d) self aware (e) moral or (f) family orientated sexy.
They just don’t – physicists, comedians, social workers, religious personnel or stay at home dads get laid the least.
Now you know why most civilised societies suppressed their women’s sexuality historically. Its not patriarchy. Its because thousands of years ago, rulers were ‘red pill’ and knew only too well the fundamental drift of human breeding and the baseline human condition – a violent free for all where most men lived sexless lives and had nothing to live (and work) for before being weeded out by evolution. Anarchy is not an amenable state of economic affairs for the lord of the manor.
Why do women fantasise about rape? Rape is what happens when a stronger man than her partner beats him to a pulp and claims her. Those visions and tingles in her vagina at the thought are evolution at its ‘finest’. A stronger man impregnating her. Women shouldn’t be ashamed about it, anymore than being hungry or thirsty.
Female sexual liberation in the 60s is a bit of a Pandora’s box therefore. We have a civilised society with existing traditions like monogamy and marriage but the underlying natural dynamic of selection for aggression and violence. Without birth control and abortion there is no doubt in my mind, society, at least in sexually competitive urban areas would degrade substantially.
The easiest way to see this is to research countries where these conditions are less true – places with weak government, no birth control/abortion and no suppression of female sexuality.
What about liberal women? Surely they of all women respect and love men who are good fathers, believers in helping the unfortunate, intelligent, moral, understanding – in short guardians against the state of nature.
This is the most bitter of all red pill truths. The kind of stuff I wish I could get a lobotomy for. The cognitive dissonance on both my side and their side is astounding. Look up Eva Longoria, Cameron Russell and Scandinavian women’s preferences in men and then tell me afterwards whether you would rather have been beaten mercilessly with a baseball bat (if you’re a liberal like myself) if it meant you could change reality. I would happily take a beating to preserve my ideals.
The horror. The horror.
The libertarian dream of no government is also forlorn. It would mean that most of these pseudo-intellectuals wouldn’t get laid.
Human beings just cannot co-exist peacefully in a state of nature without some form of external control. Its probably why humans migrated all over the world from Africa – to escape the intense physical competition for resources. A competition that may have meant even falling asleep would mean death. And why Africans that remained there evolved to be physically superior to other races even despite poor nutrition, education and healthcare.
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As you can see I would be what most people consider to be a cynical guy. But deep down I am not. I am actually a believer in human beings. So I move through my life nursing a secret forlorn hope that I will find a woman that ‘loves me for who I am’ and that I will live with happily ever after. Like most men.
Love for a beta is ephemeral. A woman’s true animal love for a man is dependant on him being an alpha male which I like most men will never be.
And I’m depressed significantly by this. I want to know true love. Not the comfortable/soft “he’s a good provider” type love given to the beta male before his eventual discarding. The kind of love you almost have for a pet.
True desire and love.
Observing the suicidal march of the other lemmings is hard to handle. As I explained before, being a beta in the 1950s in a Western country wasn’t a problem. Now that women can create their own incomes and use technology to have sex with only alphas, that happy circumstance is over. No generation has had it as bad as mine.
Its amusing to see beta friends reflect on their collective joy at finding the right woman on facebook (usually ugly, and nearing her 30s) and then filing the lack of sex after marriage and the eventual Tinder/Adult Friend Finder flings of their women post (or even during) the infant child years under the general heading of ‘need to work harder at the relationship’. The truth is, if these guys really wanted their girls to love them, they wouldn’t have married them, because they’d have too many female options.
Its got to the point where I can tell what type of sex life a man has with his wife and how loyal she is to him just by how nice he is.
Today I had a long conversation with a nice beta man explaining his love of his family and his children and his dog. I felt so bad for him inside. It was almost sickeningly sweet. It made me shiver with horror at (a) whether his wife has an adult friend finder account (b) what his three girls would end up doing when they reached their sexual peak.
The only way you can escape from this dynamic is moving to the countryside or some female sexually repressed community/country. Or go where the girls around are surrounded by weaker men. Otherwise, its open season. You cannot sustain a relationship in such conditions…and especially not a marriage.
It would be gracious of me to end this on a positive note. That women ‘mature’ after the bad boys and beta males can be happy if they wait out the storm.
But the forecast is a storm of unending duration and pain. And when women find a way to have children past their 40s, even the scraps left on the table will resemble shards of glass. Shards from the broken dreams of civilised man.
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