The Hamburger Meat Moment

I Don’t Know About You, But This Makes Me Hungry

Rian Stone posted a link on Twitter the other day, it was called, “The Hamburger Meat Moment.” It’s actually a pretty good read for a few reasons. One of the reasons is that it appears, and I say appears, because we all know that there’s no such thing as “women on the internet,” that it was written by a woman.

It’s not often that I see a woman have a “moment of clarity” and be able to take some accountability for her actions, but it appears that is exactly what happened here. The woman nags her husband over buying the “wrong” kind of hamburger meat and she gets on his ass and then watches him shut down over it. Then the realization hits her. She brought that response on. Her nagging on him was the reason that he shut down:

I saw his face gradually take on an expression that I’d seen on him a lot in recent years. It was a combination of resignation and demoralization. He looked eerily like our son does when he gets chastised. That’s when it hit me. “Why am I doing this? I’m not his mom.”

Like I said a moment ago, it’s not been often, at least in my experience, that women can recognize and realize that something they said or did was what caused their husbands or boyfriends to respond the way they do. I give kudos to her for realizing this.

That’s not exactly why I’m writing about this though. I’m writing about this article because of how much it reminds me of my past life. Reading it was like going back in time. Back to when I was married and my now ex-wife would get on my ass about one thing or another.

There was two incidents in particular that stick out to me:

I remember one time, when she first moved in with me, she opened the dishwasher and saw that I put the forks, knives, and spoons with the handles down and the sharp ends up. That wouldn’t do for her. Don’t get me wrong, she was “nice” about it, but she made a big deal about it, stating something along the lines of “being a klutz” and that she could see herself sticking her hand in there and jabbing herself with either a knife or the prongs of a fork or two. From then on, the forks and knives were placed in the dishwasher with the “pointy ends” down. It wasn’t a big deal to me then, nor is it a big deal to me to this day. It is something I remember though. It was the beginning of things to come.

One of the last things that I remember my ex-wife getting on me about was “not having an opinion.” You need to understand something about my ex-wife, and maybe some of you can relate, but my ex had an opinion on everything. I’m not exaggerating when I say this. She had an opinion on anything and everything from the weather, to whatever celebrity was doing whatever with whomever, to religion, politics, sex, and money.

If you have gotten to know me in real life you’ll realize or know that I don’t give a fuck about damn near anything. It’s not that I’m not aware of things going on around me, because I am, it’s just that I don’t care about the majority of things unless they have a direct immediate impact on my life. If they don’t have that impact, or especially if there is nothing that I can do about it, I don’t give a fuck about whatever it is. It’s easier that way for me and I can then focus on the things that do affect and impact me. There’s only so many fucks to give.

I remember her asking me my opinion about whatever it was at the time, and I told her that I didn’t have an opinion about whatever it was. I didn’t care. I was totally indifferent to the subject that she was discussing. It didn’t impact my life in the slightest, so fuck it. She was astounded that I didn’t have an opinion on it. It totally blew her away. I remember me saying something along the lines of, “it’s not a big deal,” and “it doesn’t affect me.” It turned that conversation into an argument of sorts for about 10 minutes or so.

What did I do at the time? I checked out. That’s what our relationship became towards the end. Her harping and me turning a deaf ear to what she was saying and me ultimately checking out altogether.

I’m not saying this like I think she was a bad person or that I was a victim because neither of those things are true. She’s not a bad person and I was certainly no victim. I allowed it to happen to me because I never spoke up until I got a “gut full” and it was too late because I had had enough.

“What this constant nagging and harping does is send a message to our husbands that says “we don’t respect you. We don’t think you’re smart enough to do things right. We expect you to mess up. And when you do, you’ll be called out on it swiftly and without reservation.” Given this kind of negative reinforcement over time, he feels like nothing he can do is right (in your eyes). If he’s confident with himself and who he is, he’ll come to resent you. If he’s at all unsure about himself, he’ll start to believe you, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Neither one is a desirable, beneficial outcome to you, him or the marriage.”

“If he’s confident with himself and who he is, he’ll come to resent you.” That is completely accurate. That’s what happened in the case of me and my ex-wife. I came to resent her. One thing that the author never mentions in her article though, is what the major consequences can be. Sure, the guy can avoid her or resent her or a bunch of other behaviors as well.

He can also leave when he has had enough. He can leave the relationship and go on to find another one where hopefully he learns his part in the play and he learns to set his own boundaries of what is acceptable and unacceptable and he’s able to call her out on it if and when that time comes.

I’m not advocating that leaving is the easiest and only option. Sometimes leaving isn’t feasible for a variety of reasons and I understand that. But it is an option, and sometimes it’s the only reasonable option.

I don’t know if “nagging” or women “correcting” behavior is a feature or a bug. Maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither. Maybe it’s something else entirely. I do know that it does happen. It happened in my marriage and to a much lesser degree, my last long term relationship. Carl from Black Label Logic calls it “Death by 1000 Concessions,” and maybe that’s exactly what it is.

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Get Your Ass Out Of The House

Red Pill Dad wrote a great piece last week, it’s called Bad Girl Game, Part Deux, and what players can learn from it. The entire essay is a a great read and I highly recommend you check it out, especially if you are a woman.

One of the things that RPD mentions early on, is girls not getting their asses out of the house. Right now, during our time of lock-down’s and the coof, I can see why many people, women included, don’t want to leave their homes. The talking heads on the TV and the retards on the internet are telling you to stay home, and so you do.

The thing is, women have been staying in their homes long before the Coof.

When I used to read Tarot cards for money, one of the biggest questions that I would get asked, by women, who happened to be approximately 98% of my clientele, was “Am I going to meet the One?”

Of course, what they meant by that was, “Am I going to meet a guy to date, fuck, and maybe ultimately marry or be in a long term relationship with?”

I didn’t need Tarot cards or any other charade to answer that question. Usually when they would ask me something like this, I would respond with a question of my own: “Are you getting out of the house and out into public?” To which the women would blush, look away, giggle, stammer, and ultimately tell me: “No.”

Of course you aren’t getting out of the house. Of course you aren’t going out into the public realm to meet people. It is far easier to stay at home, eat far more than you should, and scroll social media and hopefully get “likes” or “hearts” on whatever bullshit you decide to post whether it be pictures or some platitude that you found on the internet somewhere. Of course.

I would nod sympathetically and tell them what they wanted to hear. When you are in the business of “reading cards” you have a choice: You can tell them the truth and never hear from them again, which is a poor business model I might add, or you can lie to them and tell them what they want to hear, what they are paying to hear. Guess which direction I went.

“Of course, you are going to meet your One. It won’t be soon, but in the near future. He will be all of the things that you have missed throughout your life and in other relationships. This could happen in the next 6 weeks or in the next 6 months. You have a part to play in this though. If you want to accelerate that time frame, you need to get out of your house.

While I was bullshitting her for the most part, that last part is the truth.

Ladies, if you want to meet a guy and get anything from him beyond a text, you need to get out of the house. I know that it’s scary out in the world right now. I know it was scary even before the coof and the lock-downs. But if you want to meet a guy and go beyond just a text or two, you need to get off of your ass and get out of the house.

One of the things I would leave my women clients with was this:

“You can stay home and your ‘One’ will most likely show up eventually, knocking on your door. By then you will be 80 and he will be 20, delivering your favorite food to you. By then, you will be able to do nothing about it. Or, you can get out of the house and put yourself in front of him, now. The choice as always, is yours.”

Ladies, the choice, as always, is yours. You can stay home messing around on social media, wasting your time, which you cannot and will not ever get back, or you can put your phone down and get out of the house. The choice is always yours.

Choose wisely. Or not.

And for the guys reading this? Much like RPD said in his essay, if she doesn’t want to come out and gives you an excuse, you ghost. Stop replying, stop giving her your attention, and move on. She is wasting her time and more importantly, she is wasting your time. What I said earlier doesn’t just apply to her, it applies to you as well.

Your time is limited and it is the most precious commodity you will ever have, more than money or anything else. You cannot or will not get it back. Choose what you spend it on wisely.

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Space Junk

Space Debris Orbiting Earth

On Saturday, I took Teriyaki out for “Dinner and Dancing.” Well, the dinner part at least. Yes, I know I’m destroying my credibility with the “Alpha Bros” and probably 2/3 of the ‘Sphere, but I don’t care. I’m not going to live my life for them considering that most of them have no idea what they are talking about and are just LARPing anyway.

It’s good to be your own Mental Point of Origin as Rollo calls it. It’s good to ask and hopefully know what you want. It’s great to not give a fuck. At the same time, there comes a time when you need to take other people’s feelings and thoughts into consideration. They are human beings after all. If everything you do is about you and you alone and only the things that you like and want to do, you’ll end up being alone. I know I wouldn’t stick around anyone whether they are a man or a woman if everything was only about them, for them, with nothing in it for me.

So I took Teriyaki out for a nice dinner, we had a great time, and it was a great evening. And yes, I paid for the dinner as well with no expectations of sex or anything else afterwards. She enjoyed it and I think she enjoyed the dessert that we had right after dinner.

While we were sitting in the car, eating our dessert, we got to talking. Teriyaki is 34 and I’m 49, so there’s a little bit of an age gap between us, which I happen to enjoy. I like my women much younger than me for the most part, and it isn’t just their “younger, hotter, tighter” status, but it’s also their perspective on things. You see, I not only enjoy younger women for their youth, but I actually learn from them as well.

I’m a Gen X’er. I was a young adult, in my early 20’s when the internet really first became a thing. I grew up without the internet, smart phones, GPS technology, and social media. I had none of those luxuries that we take for granted today. If I wanted to go somewhere I hadn’t been before, I had to get a paper map and look it up and figure out where I needed to go. I needed to learn how to use an actual compass in order to find which direction was north and which direction I was currently facing. If I wanted to talk to friends and family I either had to walk, ride a bicycle, or drive to them, or I had to pick up a phone and call them and until cordless phones became a thing, I was limited as to how far I could walk in a given room. Privacy, much like today, wasn’t much of a thing when the corded landline in the kitchen didn’t extend to my bedroom. And meeting girls? Yeah, much like today, you had to walk up to them and actually talk to them and get to know them.

Teriyaki is a Millennial. A fairly early millennial to be fair, but a millennial nonetheless. She grew up with some of the technology that we all enjoy today, but then again, she didn’t have all of it. She’s kind of a “hybrid” where she had more access to it earlier than I did, but she also has a lot of the skills that Generation X and earlier had to rely on in order to get around and function in the world.

We were sitting there, eating our dessert, and there was another car sitting next to us with a young guy at the wheel, who was engrossed in his phone. He had been so distracted by his phone and had spent so much time on it that when he finally decided to leave, he didn’t realize that he had already turned his headlights on. That’s because when he threw the car in reverse, he actually turned his headlights back off, realized that they had already been on, and then turned them back on again.

We watched him do this and that’s where Teriyaki and I got to talking about technology and where we are today. I mentioned that we as a society have become so dependent on technology, that if something were to happen, and the internet went down, most of the younger people would be seriously fucked. At least until they learned how to adapt and survive without that technology. What if we were to have a war and it knocked out the internet? The internet is pretty hardy I’m sure. I wouldn’t doubt that there are fail safes that are put into place in the event of something like a war.

But what about our own sun doing something like a massive solar flare? Or what about something like the space junk problem that is currently growing? A lot of our current technology and parts of the internet rely on satellites. All it would take is some of this junk that is orbiting the planet to hit one satellite, knock it out of commission and a catastrophic chain of events could easily happen where old debris hits new objects which creates new debris which then hits other objects and it’s a series of dominoes falling down from there. With all that junk, and more being created all the time, it’s only a matter of time where we may not be able to actually leave the planet to explore the outer reaches of space because of us creating our own orbiting prison system. If satellites can’t orbit, we can’t communicate globally.

The internet may become unstable or spotty, or inaccessible in some or many parts of the world, GPS technology could become a thing of the past, and it’s back to using a compass and a paper map again. While that’s not a big deal for me, what about the younger people who have grown up knowing nothing more than computer technology? Do the younger people even know what the Dewey Decimal System is? Do they even know how to use it?

We have become so reliant on technology that we are seeing the effects of it. Younger people today have minimal social skills. Everything they have done involves at minimum a laptop or a smart phone. All of their major communications involve texting and emoji’s. They literally don’t know how to have a phone conversation, let alone a face to face interaction with someone outside of their immediate friends or family. You think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not.

Why does the ‘Sphere even exist? It’s guys trying to figure out how to “get the girls.” At least that’s what it started out as. Game is nothing more than the ability to talk to women with the goal of getting them into bed. Most guys today have zero Game. None. That’s because they literally don’t know how to have a conversation with a woman, let alone have the confidence in themselves to actually try and escalate and get that woman to go and have sex with them. Most young women today are no better off. They don’t know how to have a conversation with a man either. They don’t know what to do. I have seen this in restaurants, bars, and other public places. Yes, this is even during the pandemic. If anything, I think the pandemic is making it worse as everybody is “social distancing,” wearing masks, and staying home, staying away from each other.

I saw young children, like between the ages of 2 and 4, the other day. They were in some form of daycare. They were in an enclosed space, with literal iron bars separating them from the rest of the world, and they were all wearing masks. Talk about sitting or standing in a literal jail cell, wearing masks. This is the future that we are creating.

All of this talk of technology, war, the possible fall of the internet, and space junk happened between a millennial woman and a cynical old gen X’er while we were eating ice cream in a car, after a night of “dinner and dancing” on the night before Valentine’s Day.

What have you guys done?

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