Apologies in advance for the long post.

A couple of posts I have read and commented on this week have had to do with the red pill truths that 20% of the guys are sleeping with 80% of the woman, the “20/80” rule, and that women want sex from one partner and monetary/emotional support from another, Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks.

From my observation and dating history and conversations I’ve had with men and women I believe this assessment to be more or less true. There are of course outliers and exceptions to every rule, and I am not 100% All Women Are Like This, but somewhere around 99.9%. I want to believe, Scully.

Women are physically attracted to, for of a better word, the “bad boy”. Now, this term is a little misleading, it doesn’t necessarily mean some punk rock dude with a motorcycle. The “bad boy” is simply a man who has multiple sex partners at any given time. This throws some guys off, because they think women want handsome men with status and money. They want that, sure, but they also want what other women have. There are plenty of guys out there who have money and looks and still struggle. Women want to catch the scent of other women on you.

Women will be the first to admit how crazy this is. “Why do I keep going back to this guy who hurts me?” To be clear I’m not talking about battered wife syndrome, “Why do I keep going back to this guy who hurts me?” is girl code for “Why do I keep fucking a guy who is fucking 6 other women?” Entire magazine racks and default subreddits are devoted to figuring out why she keeps going back to the bad boy.

Meanwhile, the girl still wants male friendship and male attention. Who wouldn’t? Men are interesting. But there is something about “comfortable” men that turns women off. It might be as simple as “there must be something wrong with him if he likes me so much”. I’m not saying women exclusively like jerks. I’m saying that what a woman wants in a sexual partner and what she wants in a life partner are often two different guys. AF/BB.

Now, on to marriage. A few things start to happen as our girl starts to approach 30. One, if she is smart, she notices she is beginning to age. She may have gained a little weight, things have begun to sag, and she is hyper-vigilant to any lines starting to appear on her face. Plus every year there is a new crop of 18/19 year old hard bodies shaking their ass on the club floor. Competition. Secondly, baby fever kicks in. If you have ever been in a LTR relationship with a girl when she turned 28, you know what I’m talking about. The biological clock has begun to tick, she must have children and soon.

Our girl starts looking for a potential father. This is where status comes in to play. When she was 20, it didn’t matter whose dick she was on, as long as he fit the “bad boy” trope. Now, again assuming she is smart, she knows she doesn’t want children with some manslut, but she also doesn’t want to give up the good dick. So she targets older successful men. This is why doctors and lawyers are so popular. Not just because of the money they make, but also because the long hours and extra schooling have limited, in some cases, the amount of partying they did when they were younger. Plus, older men are less likely to be wild. Been there done that. Many want to settle down, get married, and start a family. Strippers and blow are fun, but they are small comfort on Christmas morning. For the smart girl, this is the compromise between alpha and beta. He isn’t as wild as he used to be, but he is still desirable.

So our girl finds Dr. Bob and they enjoy a fun courtship, a big expensive wedding where she is princess for a day, and soon babies follow.

Now here is where I am going to lose some of you. Up until this point, I don’t believe our girl has done anything wrong.

I am not puritanical about sex. I don’t believe women need to be nuns up until marriage any more than guys need to behave. In fact, most of the balanced people I know had and still have active sex lives with multiple partners. As long as you practice safe sex, avoid unplanned pregnancies and are honest about whether you not you are going to be exclusive, I do not judge promiscuous women.

And as far as leading guys on who she has no intention of sleeping with, I don’t know what to tell you. That is the game, especially when you are younger. If you think you can insert kindness coins into a girl you are platonic with and eventually sex will fall out you need to wake up. And you will, this is how we learn life lessons.

Back to our girl. Marriage and children have happened, luxury cars have been leased, mcmansions have be mortgaged. And shit starts to break down. This more than anything is why I think MGTOW is the preferable alternative until this gets fixed.

A marriage is an agreement between two people to partner up in life and potentially start a family. Both sides know going into this agreement what the expectations are. Better or worse. Richer or poorer. It is unlike any other agreement a person is going to make in their life. You are sharing your existence with another human being and your fortunes and now bound to that human being and their choices. 20 year old party girl had few responsibilities. She sucks some cocks and breaks some hearts, no big deal. 35 year old party girl has two toddlers and a trusting husband. There are now consequences to her choices beyond a hangover and a cold sore.

Our girl has been married a few years now. There is an M-Class in the garage. Mexicans come by twice a month to cut the lawn and clean the house. Ashleigh is already learning to play the 4th grade boys against each other and little Jayden is being indoctrinated that women are special magical creatures that should always be cherished and never touched in naughty places.

Dr. Bob works long hours but is always home in time for the Bachelor. He wishes they were having sex more often but understands she is tired from being so stressed all the time.

And she is stressed. For some fucking reason she's an absolute wreck. She’s tired all the time. No one ever helps her with anything. All the other moms in the neighborhood are absolute cunts. Her younger sister is marrying a neurosurgeon (Dr. Bob is a podiatrist). The Mexican cleaning ladies gossip about her in Spanish, she just knows it. Cable news is telling her that black Muslims are coming to eat her babies. The M-Class needs an oil change. So much stress!

She starts an OKCupid account. Its fine, a few photos when she was much younger and thinner, Dr. Bob wouldn’t recognize her and wouldn’t be on that site. And anyway, it’s just because she was bored, she’s not actually going to meet this guy. Blake is a rock climber and works security and the local concert venue. He is tan and handsome and always smiling, he’s a few years younger than she is, but he doesn’t have to know that right away. He makes her laugh. He listens to her. She can’t stop thinking about him. His steamy DMs are the best part of her day. She has been living a lie. She doesn’t love Dr. Bob. She loves Blake. He is her soulmate. She is careful to park off the street when she visits his condo before the kids get home from school. It’s wrong, it’s naughty, but the sex is amazing. And she deserves it right? Doesn’t she deserve to be happy?

Dr. Bob tries couples counseling. He takes her to Cancun. He cuts his hours at the practice to spend more time at home. She can’t stand to be around him. He makes her skin crawl. This marriage has been falling apart for a while. It’s nobody’s fault, we just grew apart. The heart wants what it wants. What is important now is we do what’s best for the kids. Dr. Bob moves out, the kids shouldn’t have to leave their house. Did you know he drinks? Sometimes he gets angry too. I never actually saw him hit the kids but sometimes he scares me. He has such a temper, more so lately. These are his children after all, he needs to take responsibility. Private school is expensive, college more so. And anyway I’m the one with all the work. Blake and little Jayden aren’t bonding, for some reason Jayden prefers to play those stupid video games in his room all day rather than go rock climbing. But Ashleigh likes Blake. She’s just like me when I was 15, such a flirt. I better not catch you sitting on his lap again you little whore.

And that’s how it happens. The western marriage falls apart because the woman will never be happy. Society caters to this, it eases the transition out of marriage for the woman rather than sending her back to her husband. This is where I get in real trouble with the blue pill crowd because it makes me wonder if the Muslims and orthodox Jews and other fundamentalist types actually have the right idea. It seems like they have some of these strict controls in place on their women, for there own good. W hile it seems barbaric to us, I wonder what the divorce rate is like in Iran? Look at it another way. I have a financial advisor. Once every three months I go over my investments with him, and for the most part, I listen to what he says. I have mentors at work. When I am struggling on a project I reach out to them and I listen to what they say. Who do women have when they are having trouble with the marriages? Other women? Her mother? Dr. Bob? And even if they give good advice will she listen, or will she just run to Blake the Rock Climber? Let a woman choose between what is right and what she wants and see what she does.

As it stands right now, marriage in the west offers most of its advantages to the women, and few for the man. It is too easy for a women to convince herself that blowing up the family that she wanted so badly a few years ago for the greener grass on the other side of the hill is no bid deal. Prior to the marriage, I really couldn’t care less what anybody does or who they do it with, but once there is a spouse and children involved your decisions are having a massively negative impact on other people’s lives. Everybody makes stupid decisions, especially when they are younger, but there comes a point where you need to grow up. In a society based around entitlement and protecting women, even from her own poor choices, it stands to reason that the men end up as the victims. Until we come up with a better method, MGTOW is the only way to go.

TL,DR don’t get married.