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Are talk-radio hosts more Alpha than most?

I’ve been on a talk-radio binge lately, tuning into the “Sirius Stars Too” channel on, you guessed it, Sirius satellite radio, interestingly enough i’ve always previously thought talk-radio was a complete waste of time. Why would anyone listen to random people rant about useless shit that’ll never affect my life. Let’s just say i still haven’t changed my mind, but my routine at work needed to be changed a little.

So listening to these bozos talk, Jason Ellis, Covino, Rich and Jay Thomas, i noticed they all had one recurring theme,  they all sounded Alpha as fuck, and treated everyone around them as lesser beings, especially the callers.

Jay Thomas called his woman co-worker “plump” and proceeds to tell her she eats all the wrong things.

Covino called a woman caller entitled, and asks her if she always had a princess attitude.

And Jason is just Jason, hyper dominant.

All this led me to think, are men talk-radio hosts more Alpha than the rest of us. One has to wonder are naturally they are on the radio, or if it’s all an act in order the get more listeners. I’m sure some of it, if not a majority of it is, but they do get some pretty retarded and nasty callers, therefore there has to be some natural Alphaness in there to deal with these kinds of people, i would assume.

I don’t think it’s possible to have a radio persona that goes completely opposite of you natural self outside the radio and at home. But on the other hand i don’t think being the way they are on the radio would fly with most friends and loved ones.

Anyways i’m rambling on. I guess if you want a good example on assholish retorts, how not to take anyone seriously, frame control and general conversational Alphaness, listen to talk-radio.

What do you guys think?

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Dating a Feminist

My brother is dating a hardcore hipsterish feminist. An attractive woman that has previously sworn off relationship and companionship in order to get rich, preferably by marrying an old rich dude. I avoid all gender conversations except for the occasional slip up, in which case i just stop talking and get on with whatever a was doing. There is no point in arguing anything.

Recently i went out for breakfast with my brother and his girl and afterwards ditched the girl and spent a day with my brother. While driving around i asked him.

Me: How is dating a feminist.

Brother: The sex is great.

And that was it, nothing more needed to be said on that subject. You see my brother is also somewhat of a natural (i blame our common upbringing) that got headbutted into the right direction after a series of unfortunate events regarding his ex, even after he had done everything “right.”

So after reflecting on his answer and his actions, or lack there of, towards his current partner, it all made sense. Her viewpoint on feminism doesn’t bother him because he doesn’t care to hear it, and never treads those waters. He keeps conversation light and teases her constantly and never takes her seriously. She would parade him to family and friends and tout him as her boyfriend, my brother would turn around and never mention her to my family. He does everything the “Game” way. Though he doesn’t buy/care about all the stuff we cover here on all our blogs, he sure made the realization and is living with the core principles.

The funny thing is, she, on the hand, has started to become what she despises…. a dependent, a girlfriend… a woman. Though she still bucks and talks all tough, she sure doesn’t act like it anymore, chanting her convictions during the day, and playing the “wife” at night. I find it amusing how willingly she became this way after having a taste of a real man.

And…..

I can’t help but being proud of my little brother.


STOP! And Listen.

You know, if you just listen, stop everything you do and just take the time to listen every once in a while, women will reveal to you what they truly want in a man and a relationship without any of that feminazi propaganda.

Surfing random blogs lately i found this gem from a female blogger “The Dandy Gal,” an older post, but still carries a valuable lesson.

In her post she lamented how a certain man she was seeing never took the lead and be a man so to speak. Here’s the SMS conversation she posted with her notes

Him: Free tomorrow?

Me: Ok. You are not working?

Him: Should be.

Me: Ok. Let me know again. I should be free after 4pm.

Him: What do you feel like doing? [strike 1. if you ask me out, you better have a good plan]

Me: I don’t know. We’ll talk when you confirm that you can meet.

Him: Arh? Can’t we discuss it now?

Me: I’m lazy to plan for something that may not happen. Why not you decide instead?

Him: I’ll leave it to u. icon smile Men are Wimps[strike 2]

Me: I don’t like guys who push decisions to girls. Very un-manly.

Him: I’m really easy-going. You can decide. icon smile Men are Wimps[strike 3]

Me: I don’t mean that as a compliment. I don’t know why guys are exchanging roles with girls. They want girls to make decisions now. Sigh.

Him: It’s ok. Haha. Whatever. icon smile Men are Wimps[gone case!]

There’s nothing i can add to help elaborate the texts, its all clear in plain black and white. I think she’s from south east asia, which explains her rather un-orthodox english.

In her post she goes on…

I don’t know why he added those smiley faces. It irritates me even more.

Someone should just knock some sense into men. It’s NOT the first time that I’ve accounted such wishy-washy nonsense with a human that has a dick.

What is happening???

Get this clear. No matter how independent a lady is, she still need aMAN. Not aWIMP.

She’s quite deliberately, against the shrieks of all feminazies in the world, revealing what turns women on.

It’s an age old concept in the halls of blogs like mine, but it never hurts to be reminded of the little things, the fundamentals

You could go through Roissy’s AKA Chateau and find some gems in how to text like a man, Here’s one


Camp life… How NOT to go about it.

Oh the lovely setting of camp life, the scenery, the wildlife, the birds chirping and a massive amount of construction equipment making a racket everywhere. It’s a perfect time to work on yourself while you’re away from the prying eyes of society.

But i know what you are thinking, “But i work 12 hours a day and i have no energy to hit the gym and eat right.”

WRONG!

Let me tell you a little slice of my life. I was once like you. You see, in 3 weeks i managed to gain enough weight that i had to travel home in work clothes because i have purposely bought them bigger in order to be more comfortable at work. Imagine my surprise when i tried to slip into my jeans only to find out they don’t pass my fat thighs, fat hips and fat ass, and i’m a hockey player, we’re used to having larger than normal thighs hips and ass…… I was ashamed. I was even more ashamed when my parents were telling me out right that i was fat, and my friend told me i “filled in those jeans quite well”

At least i was born with good genes, and i’ve always been athletic, so i shaved the weight i had gained in a matter of a month after i headed back to school.

How did i manage to get so morbidly obese? Easy. I skipped breakfast, i would take a LARGE brown paper lunch bag and fill it with brownies, pastries and cookies….. i would even get mad when people would asked me for a cookie during the day. The bag was filled to the brim and i couldn’t fold the top in order to carry it, instead i had to carry it in my arms like a 20 lbs baby. After work i’d devour 3 plates of food from our all you can eat buffet. I’d then plop down in front of the tv and fall asleep.

I’d tell myself, “OK tonight i’m starting to workout, no excuses” but when the time came i’d make lame excuses like i was too tired or i would just fall asleep. The lazier i became, the lazier i got…. its a vicious fucking cycle.

Fast forward to the next summer, thankfully my family and friends shamed the fuck out of me for being fat… well fatter, as i hadn’t ever broken the 200lbs milestone.

I was determined to workout and eat right. As easy as it is to eat unhealthy in place where food and prepared for you, it’s also incredibly easy to eat right. Watching my portions required thought, and hitting the gym, at first, required a bit more effort. but here is the kicker. Them more you go to the gym, the more stamina and energy you have to be able to hit the gym… now that is a wonderful cycle, as it gets to the point where you are looking forward to destroy yourself while working out… not to mention sleeping gets better and more refreshing.

I know i know, working away from home gives one giant excuse to be lazy….. DON’T… this is the time to revamp yourself. Because apart from that… what else are you going to do, it’s not like you can go out on a “night on the town”

So the question is, do you want to be like me and get fat, or do you want to be like me and reinvent yourself.

If you’re reading this blog, i think the answer is obvious.


Calling her “Boss” will dry up her clam!

I had an interesting conversation with an old work friend of mine, she’s one of the few that gets it, so we often talk about social dynamics and biomechanics while giving examples of our everyday lives.

On day she tells me: “Lost, I hate when guys talk and refer to us as their ‘Boss.’ I’m not your boss, i never want to be your boss, do you have any how much of a turn off that is?”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, she’s right. I remembered a time back in my youth when i always referred a girl i was dating as the “Boss” things inevitably went south pretty quick, at first she took it lightly, sort of as a joke, but as time progressed, she was getting more and more put off by it to the point of starting arguments which carried a tone of resentment. I had failed as a man, i had failed to lead her in our relationship, to take the reigns so to speak. I had no idea of this phenomena, i always thought to myself “what? isn’t that what women want? to be in control and lead their own lives?”

Obviously i had more problems than just calling her the boss, since i was actively living behind that mantra. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Sounds familiar?

There is an important lesson to learn from all of this though, is that it never hurts to take charge in a relationship, to lead the way, just don’t stop leading.


The End of Civilization

Alright, since i’m lazy towards this blog and it takes me such a while to post any current events that they are now old news, i’m finally jumping on this Anti-Tawkify bandwaggon.

I’m not even going to give the site satisfaction by linking to it.

So you should all know the premise of this site by now. Old over the hill with nothing to offer in a relationship who rode the cock carousel serial monogamy and now are all used up and want to settle down with an Alpha they don’t deserve entitled princesses who are all special little snow flakes Women join free with the promise of have a silver platter of potential betas suitors ripe for the picking. The men go on the website, answer a few question including income and send in a picture of themselves to this matchmaker behind the scenes, the men pay for this privileged. The women in turn select their best suitor by laughing at seriously examining every aspect of said potential suitors. The chosen suitor then receives a phone call the following Monday and has a strict 7 minutes to impress the princess woman who has chosen him. Here’s the kicker, the men aren’t allowed to know anything about the woman who chose them nor how she looks like…… guaranteed the girl on the other line is a land whale.

Imagine if the reverse were true. We all know it would never take off and today’s women love to have their cake and eat it too. (Which is what has made them all land whales to start off with.

Land Whale wants more cake!

I don’t know about you but shit like this really grinds my gears. To quote Rodney Dangerfield: “I get no respect.” And this is exactly what this does to the beta chumps men who apply, it automatically assumes they are all criminals and it gives none of them an ounce of respect.

Part of it is our own fault, if we’d all stop drooling like a 2nd grader who’s seen his first set of boobs after finding his dad’s Playboy stache whenever we have a slight glimmer of hope that we’re going to get laid, if we were all suave as fuck, cool as a motherfucking cucumber, this shit would probably not happen. But instead there are probably tens of thousands of us that would gladly dish out however much Tawkify charges to have the honour the be trampled on and degraded.

“So Lost, tell me how you really feel.”

This is NOT who's on the other end when receiving a Tawkify phone call

if you want to learn more, there is nothing i can say here that hasn’t already been said elsewhere, so here are the links:

Here’s what you do — add a link to this post on your blog that looks like this:

Tawkify

Hell, you can just copy and paste that onto your blog. Even better, write your own post discombobulating Tawkify. The more articles explaining why Tawkify is a reeking sewer, the better. When your post is up, let me know and I’ll add a link to it here. It is time for the manosphere to unite for a good cause, the cause of making the comfortable uncomfortable. The cause of Fucking Their Shit Up. To victory!


Leap Year Marriage Proposal Traditions

My blog’s only fan, after reading my Valentine’s Day post, got in contact with me and asked if i would be so kind as to shed some manosphere light on the tradition of the female’s marriage proposal on leap years. Struggling to find a topic (read: laziness) i agreed.

I must admit i don’t know much about this tradition, and i haven’t heard anything about it until a girl came over once with a movie in hand entitled “Leap Year” original, i know. I watched for a whole 5 minutes until the movie only became background noise to a more pleasurable activity.

Doing a quick search i found out that the Scotts and the English made this tradition “popular” but hasn’t been attested before the 19th century. Though it is said in the 1200’s, a young Scottish queen made a law that required the man pay a fine to the lady if her proposal was refused.

This tradition also carries over to the Danes and Finns, and similar taxes (in goods) must be paid to the lady if the proposal is refused.

How about us in the Americas, i must say that it isn’t very popular here in Canada but maybe i just don’t hang out with those people. But since we are a mash up of many different cultures, i am sure there are some that take this more seriously than others.

So what does this mean with today’s social dynamics? I can only really hypothesized since i’ve never been immersed in this tradition.

It’s a tradition that flips the script, a script that should by all means be eradicated by feminism by now but isn’t, since feminists like having no responsibilities for anything, but i won’t get into it.

You see, this leap year tradition helps women deal with the thought of a  potential rejection with the incentive of taxes levied on the rejecting party, removing that failure feeling with a win – win situation. Now i’m sure the taxes aren’t enforced anymore but the psychological benefits are still there. Thoughts like “he can’t reject me, it’s leap year!” musters up the woman’s courage, but also totally destroyers her when this false sense of hope is shattered by a rejection. Which make the lows all that much lower.

It also touches on the woman’s neurons of catching that prized Alpha male into a commitment without dishing out relatively anything, which is catnip to the woman’s psyche. Which is then destroyed by the subsequent Alpha male’s rejection. I don’t know about you, but i’d gladly pay a tax of 10 pairs of gloves to a warthog.

Then there are the chumps who would gladly accept such a proposal because it shows courage in a woman. True, but we all know assertiveness and leading is the man’s job, and this script flipping tradition makes the woman the leader and assertive, the marriage starts out on the wrong foot from the get go, and time goes by she will start to resent her mate for his lack of leadership qualities. Regular readers of manosphere blogs know this already.

A woman will reluctantly lead a relationship if need be, but its a cursed that slowly eats at the relationship from deep within its core until the relationship is no more, so sack up and lead boys, it won’t kill ya.