Post: #1

LaidNYC was a short-lived blog that ran from June of 2013 to March of 2014. The author focused on a variety of topics, from game and self-improvement to feminism and the sexual marketplace. His subject matter and prose are both reminiscent of old-school Roissy.

His original WordPress site is gone, but fortunately the Wayback Machine (an internet archival service) keeps a record of it here.

The author promoted his mailing list in his final post, saying that if he were to ever start up another venture that he'd let his readers know. Those who signed up also received:

-The LaidNYC Vault, a 606-page PDF of every post (comments included) on the blog
-A short report on tackling approach anxiety
-A 361-page PDF of all the author's tweets
-A 39-page PDF of his ask.fm account Q&A
-The “Ten Laws of Finding Your Mission”, an ebook reviewed by Matt Forney here.

Some kind soul uploaded this information to the web, and it can all be downloaded for free here.

I hope y'all enjoy reading him as much as I did. Feel free to add your favorite quotes, posts, or thoughts in this thread. I'll close by quoting my favorite post of his, "The Parable of Mark and Lauren":

Quote: The Parable of Mark and Lauren
by laidnyc

Lauren is happy. Last night, her boyfriend Mark finally told her he loved her. She had been wanting that ever since they started seeing each other four months ago. She had been having sex with him, and it had been pleasurable for sure, but she was doing so hoping it would turn into something more: love.

Mark had been aloof and slow to give away his emotions. Lauren didn’t mind this, she even preferred it. It meant that she had to work for his love, and by the time he said it, she felt she had earned it and that it really meant something to him.

Lauren set up an excited brunch with her friends Stina, Terri and Lisa. They hadn’t seen each other in four months, in fact none of them knew she was dating Mark. Right away, she starts telling them the good news.

“Wow” said Stina, “I didn’t even know you were dating a new guy! That’s great.”

“Yeah”, said Terri, “what is the guy’s name?”

“Mark Smith”, said Lauren. A hush immediately fell over her support group as they began to give each other awkward looks.

“Uhhhh, Lauren”, said Lisa, “Mark Smith has loved a lot of girls.”

“Yeah”, said Stina, “He told Jackie Valenti he loved her.”

“Okay” said Lauren, “But she probably fucked his brains out, right? Like, he was definitely getting sex from her?”

Stina cringes. “No” she says, “They never even kissed. He went over to her place drunk one night and professed his love for her. She never even let him in her bedroom.”

“Alright but that’s only one girl. That’s okay.” Said Lauren, getting nervous.

“Well there’s also Andrea Tedesco. He told her he loved her after two casual dates.” said Terri, “She was bragging that she kept him around for a while, getting ‘good morning beautiful’ texts from him and other indications of love whenever she needed it, and she only stopped accepting his love when he started to want sex. He still writes on her facebook wall.”

Lauren felt a deep pit in her stomach.

Lisa continues: “Mark told Angelica Messina he loved her the first night he met her. She said he was REALLY into it, looking her right in the eyes when he said it, getting down on his knees in front of her just to kiss her hand, and he even recited poetry for her. She gave him one of those awkward one arm hugs and that was it.”

He never did that freaky stuff with me, thought Lauren. If he does that stuff, then why did I just get a plain old “I love you”?

Plus Angelica is the biggest cocktease in the city, thought Lauren. How could Mark fall for her bullshit? What an idiot. Now she thought Mark was stupid as well as loose with his love.

Stina says, apologetically, “I don’t want to tell you this, but I heard Mark met a girl in a club and dragged her into the bathroom to tell her she was beautiful, then he gave her twenty dollars. She never even touched him.”

“Okay, please stop” said Lauren. She was growing sicker by the second, her world crushed.

Later, she confronts Mark with her new knowledge. Did he really love all those girls without getting sex from them? She demands to know.

“Well yeah but I didn’t really WANT sex from them”, Mark lies, possibly even to himself, “I wanted to give them love, that’s all. I wasn’t ready for sex at that point in my life.”

“Uggggghhhhh” says Lauren, “Don’t you know that guys who give girls love and attention without getting sex are LOSERS??? The girls getting the love and attention don’t actually respect them, they are just using them!”

“No way, guys can want love without sex, too”, claims Mark.

“Well I heard you told Shirley Thompson from my building you loved her and I have to look at her every day. Plus she’s really pretty, there’s no way she was going to fuck you! Why did you love her?” says Lauren.

“Is that what this is about”, Mark says, “You are just insecure because I have more experience with love than you. You think you can’t measure up to all the beautiful girls I’ve loved in the past.”

“Just how many girls did you tell you loved?” asks Lauren

“I don’t know, about 30″ says Mark

This hits Lauren like a brick in the stomach. “30! That is insane, you are a loser!”

“Can’t you see that my past doesn’t matter, and you are giving me sex now and that’s all that matters?” says Mark, “I love the sex we have and that’s something I didn’t get from the other girls.”

Mark can’t see why this only makes Lauren madder. Why should she be the one who has to pay by putting her valuable eggs at risk by taking his sperm in order to get the love and attention that the other girls got so easily.

“Well if you give away love so easily, why did you make me wait?” says Lauren, “Was I not as good as the other girls?”

“Well I saw the chance for sex with you and I didn’t want to mess that up by giving away love too soon”, says Mark.

Lauren dumped Mark.

She had to.

Someone so loose with their emotions is not a good person to give sex to.

What if they have a son who turns out to be easily manipulated by a pretty face, like Mark?

What if a pretty girl in need bats her eyelashes at him and he gives her money that their family needs?

What if she just wants a man’s love all to herself and that can’t happen with Mark?

Even beyond that, on a very visceral, base level that she couldn’t explain, she found Mark repulsive. It was as if she had been wired biologically to feel disgust and lack of attraction for guys who allow themselves to get friendzoned. There was no way she could fuck him again.

Yup, it was as clear as day, thought Lauren. Guys who give away love easily are definitely not worthy of sex.

Post: #2

I love this blog, dude really knew what was up. Good job sharing the GrabBag with everybody.

Post: #3

Tough to put into words what this blog meant to me, the first red pill blog that got me hooked. Was always alpha at heart but had two serious girlfriends and was content with having one chick for life. Alone in New York after a bad breakup, his writting was a godsent. Even took the time to trade a few emails with me.

Post: #4

He was awesome! He responded to my emails and even answered a few questions for me. Real stand up guy. Shame that he left.

Post: #5

Great blog. His "Your seed is gold" post introduced me to the red pill fall of 2013.

Post: #6

Just finished re-reading his archives again. Here are my favorite posts, starting with the oldest.

Quote:The Paparazzi Rule

Imagine for a moment that you are a celebrity. The dreams of your youth came true. You are a rockstar or a well-known sports figure or the leading man in an action flick that just hit the box office.

Your life is now filled with money, fame, and pussy. The only problem? These damn paparazzi following you everywhere, waiting to catch you looking like a retard while eating a hot dog or with your gut hanging out or flashing your vagina while getting out of a limo. (wait….what?)

Its your task to pretend that is your life on a daily basis.

The Paparazzi Rule states:
You must always be acting in a way that you’d be proud of if a paparazzi snapped your pic and it was plastered over media across the land.

This will apply to body language, style, actions, company you keep, etc.

**Those with a Master’s degree in Manosphere Literature will note this is similar to Roissy’s Jumbotron Rule.

Post: #7

Quote:There Are No Double Standards

I have standards for women. I am attracted to women and I date women so I hold women to sexual market standards and I judge them if they do not meet these standards.

I do not have standards for men. I am not attracted to men, nor do I date men so it makes no sense for me to judge them on sexual market criteria. That job is reserved for women.

When you comprehend these things, you understand that there are no double standards. Men have their standards for women. Women have their standards for men. The two may be different or even opposite, but that does not mean either sex is being hypocritical.

When women complain about double standards, they are really just complaining about their own standards.

Let's take the classic example: If a girl fucks 100 guys she's a slut, but if a guy fucks 100 girls he's awesome. This is just as easily flipped. If a girl is a virgin, she is pure and desired, but if a guy is a virgin he is a loser. What a horrible double standard men are being subjected to, right? Right?? If you see things through this perspective, far more men are victims of the so-called double standard than women. There are countless sexless nothings who women don't want because they are sexually inexperienced.

Yet, these virgin dorks very, very rarely bitch and complain about the "double standard" they are being subjected to. Why?

I propose it is because things can get better for male virgins. They know things can get better with more social skills or status or a better job or workout routine. Male virgins can channel their failure into self-improvement or even just plain old hope. This is enough to keep them from bitching.

On the other side, the female slut can not turn back the cock odometer. She knows deep down her value has been eroded but she can't unfuck all of the alpha cock. She can't unblow that drummer from the band. All she can do is protest about the unfairness of it all, and rationalize it as a "double standard" so she can sound like she is a victim of society, rather than a girl who made poor choices.

A rule of human nature is that which cannot be changed is protested the loudest.

See, when women start arguing about the "double standard", men lose the argument right away by accepting the frame that there IS a double standard, then trying to justify it. There's not. Tell her the hypocrisy is hers and she's free to stop fucking the guy who fucks 100 girls if his privilege bothers her so bad.

For anyone still not understanding why the double standard myth is ridiculous, picture this:

A man has gynecomastia (bitch tits). He literally has boobs. You hear him complaining, "Hey when girls have tits they are desired but when I grow them no girl will fuck me." Double standard?

Post: #8

Quote:I Have Empathy For Women

I wouldn't trade being a man for anything. It would SUCK to be a girl.

A lot of men in the manosphere seem to take a COMBATIVE tone in sex debates, they debate as men vs. women as if we're in competition. For me, nothing could be further from the truth. I never debate, I just state facts, and I empathize greatly with women for being on the unfortunate end of a large number of those biological facts.

For example, if you are a girl:

- You are attracted to people that can kill you (Imagine being exclusively attracted to grizzly bears.)
- Almost your entire worth is based on the genetic beauty lottery.
- Even if you win the beauty lottery, your worth is in constant decline and has an immutable expiration date.
A hot 23 year old wakes up and knows that is the hottest she will look for the rest of her life. Imagine getting progressively creepier to women every day and there's nothing you can do about it?
- You are incapable of rational thought
- You lack strength and suck at everything
- Your goal is commitment from a man, but you are attracted to men who won't commit to you, and not attracted to those who would worship you. This isn't a choice, its encoded in your genes.
- If you are attractive, you are bothered by unattractive people all the time. (imagine fat chicks constantly approaching you). If you are not attractive, you are fucked.
-Your ability to orgasm isn't a birthright, it may be really easy or really difficult or even impossible.
-Each new sexual partner you have decreases your worth as a potential long-term mate (and if you're unlucky, nobody counsels you about this. Your parents, family, and friends may soothe you with feminist lies until it's too late)
-You get random waves of emotions that are irrational and could even bring you to tears.
-You are expected to simultaneously be sexually skilled and chaste/inexperienced.
- Childbirth, menstruation, etc.

You see, there is male privilege but its not a wage gap or special treatment or double standards. It is biology that can't be changed. No matter how inconvenient a feminist slanted world can be, there is no HR policy or act of congress that can make women equal biologically.

In one way it is better to be a woman: sex is easier for a woman to get while she's young. Keep in mind though: Sex isn't a woman's primary goal, commitment is and that is still challenging, and men can increase their ability to get laid with game and rises in status. Women have no such ability.

There is no battle of the sexes because there's already a clear winner. It's good to be the king.

Post: #9

Quote:Man on a Mission

*Alright, feminists, playtime is over for now. This blog will now return to its regularly scheduled programming.*

The most attractive thing to women is a man on a mission.

How does a man act when he's on a mission?

A man on a mission cares not for any girl's reaction to him. He cares for his mission. Sure, he may want sexual release, but he feels no approach anxiety. To a man focused on a higher mission, approaching girls is like playing with little kids in a sandbox: cute, but ultimately meaningless.

A man on a mission naturally treats women with the aloof alpha attitude and dominant frame that PUAs try to imitate. Picture a guy spending all day striving, sweating and bleeding for a mission, going home with his struggle still on his mind. A girl flakes or gives him some drama, does he even care?

A man on a mission pursues sex and escalates boldly because he doesn't have time to waste. He does not have months to spend, he does not have time to buy seven dinners before a chance at sex. He has shit to do. It's fuck or walk, your choice.

A man on a mission worships no girl. He puts his mission on a pedestal, not his girl.

A man on a mission is impossible to friendzone. He simply doesn't have time to listen to a girl's emotional outpourings.

A man on a mission treats girls with abundance. There are many girls, but only one mission.

A man on a mission has ambition, passion and drive. Anybody who spends time with him can sense this.

A man on a mission is never at a loss for words. He has stories. I was (working on my mission) when...., My friend (who I know from my mission) and I......,

A man on a mission has boundaries. He will not let a girl take up too much of his time or do anything that will jeopardize his mission.

A man on a mission chooses a wife or long term girlfriend carefully. She must complement him and make his home life easier, as he is out living his mission.

A man on a mission does not check his phone every minute to see if that girl from the weekend texted him back. He works on his mission, noticing only when he takes a break that she texted him hours ago.

A man on a mission cannot be rejected by a girl because he derives his self-esteem from how well he is pursuing his mission, not from the actions of anybody else.

A man on a mission finds status, wealth, and fame awaiting for him when he succeeds. This was not his primary motivator but it attracts women nonetheless.

To a guy who can't get laid, shitty game is a symptom, not the disease. The root cause of all neediness, pedestalization, social anxiety, unworthiness, and lack of confidence is not having a mission.

Next time you have a girl problem, ask yourself:

Don't I have something better to do?

Post: #10

Quote:Just Another Brick In The Wall



Look at that girl. Hot, right?

She's a 10.

You know what else, though?

One day, she is going to hit the wall.

One day, she will be so haggard and ugly that you wouldn't even look at her if she stepped in the same elevator as you.

One day, she will be so wrinkled and mangy that the thought of fucking her will give you a derection.

One day, no man who is not the father of her child or related to her will give a shit about her.

One day, nobody will rack their brain for something to say to her. Nobody's heart will start racing at the mere sight of her.

One day, nobody will want to look at a picture of her.

One day, if she would dress in that same lingerie and show you that exact same pose, your reaction would be pure disgust.

Still afraid to approach her?

The wall is cruel in that it robs beauty from the world. The wall is also necessary in that it helps force a woman to be modest or accept foul consequences.

Let's take a look at the sexual market options of an extremely hot woman as she runs through life.

Today, at age 20, she is a 10. Every man wants her. Every woman wants to be her. She attracts cads, dad material, and even the rare holy grail of guys who could be cads but want to be dads. Agencies pay her for her photograph. Men approach her often. People buy her things and give her stuff for free. No door is closed to her.

At 25, she is a 9. She is still jerkoff material for horny betas browsing her facebook page. The beta unattractive men still worship her. Cads will still gladly take her for a romp. She gets approached maybe slightly more now, the guys who were too nervous to approach her when she was a 10 are now trying to talk to her. Though approaches have gone up, quality of man has gone slightly down. The attractive cad and dad combo suitors are still around but less enthusiastic, and she notices the really really hot men she craves have their eyes set on slightly younger women.

Five years pass, she is now 30. She's now an 8 maximum, probably less. The modeling agency hasn't called in four years. The ever present beta dads still worship her. There are far fewer cads chasing her and they are less tolerant of resistance and time before sex. If she doesn't put out after the second date, she never hears from guys again. If she does put out before the second date, she still doesn't hear from guys again. She is just a notch. Those sexy yet safe cad/dad combos are all swept off the market by smarter women. Men in her preferred age range who would consider her for serious relationships are either nauseatingly beta, or have baggage, emotional or otherwise. Rarely do men approach her on the street.

Another five years. She is now 35. At the very best, she is a 7. She is never approached on the street anymore. Even the beta dad guys seem to have baggage now. The disney prince type admirable men are vanished from her dating sphere. Even cad attention is dwindling.

Five christmases tick off the calendar and she hits 40. The absolute best she can be is a 6 (and that's god damn generous). She signs up for online dating and sees young up and coming cads in their early 20s want to use her for a quick secret confidence building fuck. Caddish guys nearer her age will hit it, but they tolerate zero resistance or bullshit before sex. Only very sexless vanilla guys who do not stimulate her emotions at all will take her on a second date.

Our girl hits 45. Cads don't want her anymore. Cats don't either, but she has them anyway.

The lesson for women is leverage your fucking youth and beauty for all its worth while you have them. I don't mean for money. I don't mean for sex. I mean leverage them into something long-lasting and worthwhile. Twenty year-old Sarah's choices have far-reaching consequences for fifty-year old Sarah's quality of life.

No matter how much money or great sex your looks get you while you are 20, it won't make people give a shit about you when you are 50.

The happiest women are the ones who used the bait of youthful beauty to settle down with a good husband who wanted a family. At 55 do you want kids and grandkids and stability or a match.com account?

Know that you are a depreciating asset to men in general. As your value to all men decreases, you must build your value to one well-chosen man by proving trustworthy over and over, being a source of feminine support, and being a producer and care-giver to his genetic spawn.

The lesson for men: Take a look at that gorgeous girl. She is a walking expiration date. Her power in this world is fleeting. She is the temporary head coach knowing he's getting replaced at the end of the season.

Do not see her as a 20 year old hottie.

See her as a person.

This is just a snapshot of her life, and she will change drastically.

Her beauty will fade.

What else she got?

Post: #11

Quote:Two Fortunes

Brittany

Brittany inherits a large fortune when she turns 17.

She happily starts spending it on things that please her: a new car, designer clothes, Christian Lacroix shoes, nights out with her friends, lavish parties, and exciting vacations across the world. She wants to start her own company eventually, but for now she enjoys not working and living life like a movie star.

When Brittany hits her mid-twenties, she notices her fortune is close to half what it once was when she inherited it. It is still plenty, but she realizes it won't last forever and she should start investing some of it.

She takes meetings from many companies who are salivating for her money. Many pitchmen and executives wine and dine her and make her promises about what her return on investment will be.

She picks an exciting company- a high risk, high reward venture. She dreams of recovering all the riches she once had and then some. Unfortunately the company fails. It seems the pitchman may have lied to her, and frauded other investors as well.

Seeing more of her fortune dwindle, Brittany picks another high risk/high reward company to try to gain it back. When it fails, she tries another.

When Brittany crosses her thirtieth birthday, her fortune is about 1/9th what it once was when she inherited it.

Brittany realizes now she needs some guaranteed return. With her now rather small sum to invest, no executives are wining and dining her or competing for her money. She picks a stable, blue chip company to put her money in. To the company, her investment is modest and fairly replaceable.

Brittany has always dreamed of starting a small company of her own, but her financial advisor tells her she will probably have to take out a loan to do it. This makes her very sad.

She tries to start a company, but she can't find an angel investor to help it flourish, and it fails.

She withdraws money from her stable investment to live on throughout her late thirties and forties, occasionally hoping for a visit from an enthusiastic startup who can turn her modest money into the large
fortune she once had, but that visit never comes.

Shortly after she turns fifty, Brittany's money is nearly gone, and she has to start working.

Jacqueline

Jacqueline inherits a large fortune when she turns 17.

She holds it for a few years, putting it in an account and being very choosy about how to spend it. After some time, she realizes that inflation and expenses are slowing eating away at her money, so she decides to invest.

Many executives and pitchmen are willing to wine and dine her for her money. She sees through the flashy salesman offering risky propositions and promising high returns. She chooses a stable company with a good reputation: Blue Chip, Inc.

The dividends are immediate: Modest but steady.

Being such a large investor, Blue Chip, Inc treats her like gold. Her money helps them enthusiastically expand operations and bring in new profits.

Occasionally a slick talking salesman comes around promising her billions for a small investment but she rebuffs them quickly, seeing a great future with Blue Chip, Inc.

In her twenties with the steady dividends coming in, Jacqueline decides to start her own small companies-four in all. Since she is such a profitable, trustworthy and loyal business partner, Blue Chip, Inc is happy to invest in Jacqueline's companies and offer business and legal expertise to help them thrive.

Her thirties are a happy time as she runs her four companies, bringing them towards profitability. It is tough but satisfying.

In her late forties and fifties, her small companies all grow profitable and strong enough to support off-shoot companies of their own. She has some stock in these companies as well. Being a trusted partner for so
long, Blue Chip, Inc invests as well.

Jacqueline has grown rich beyond her wildest dreams. She lives off the large dividends she still gets from Blue Chip, Inc and reinvests the rest in her companies.

She will never have to work again.

Post: #12

Quote:A Tuesday Night Bang

It is a Tuesday night.

I'm hanging out at a girl's apartment when her roommate walks in, talking about some guy.

The roommate is not hard to look at, but not especially pretty in any way. Her nose is a little too big, as is her ass. Her thighs touch. A textbook 6, really.

She is going on and on about this guy. She wants to show us a picture of him.

I know what's coming next.

She shows us a picture from his facebook. He is shirtless. The dude is probably around 6'4", and completely shredded. It is a beach picture, and his body language dominates the other guys in the picture.

The roommate then starts peppering us with other facts about him:

He is a semi-pro soccer player.
In case soccer doesn't work out, he is in school for an MBA.
His family is filthy stinking rich (private equity consulting...think Mitt Romney)
He has an apartment that overlooks the east side of Central Park (paid for by his family).

And that's not all.

She starts "complaining", with a smile on her face, about what a jerk he is. She shows us the text message conversation they are having. It is like being hit in the face with game. He's joking about threesoming her, push-pulling, not replying for hours.

I squash aside a little jealousy that this guy has better text game than me and remind myself to steal some of his quips. Shit was pretty good.

Anyways, she was about to go over to his apartment. To "hang out". On a Tuesday night. For their first "date". Modern courtship.

Here's the problem:

To her, this is the World Series of dating. Going to his apartment will be the tingliest of the tingles, the zenith of her lust life. The 5 minutes of alpha to which all future betas will be compared. An ideal man whose interactions she will analyze with her friends for months.

To him, she is a way to avoid jacking off on a weekday. A microwaveable Hot Pocket to satisfy hunger. A notch he may not even tell anyone about. A one-time splooge hole, maybe a few more if she is especially skilled or compliant.

A recipe for sex, a happy alpha male, and a heartbroken average girl.

That's the friction in the sexual marketplace. Girls, you can always have sex with a hotter guy than you can get commitment from.

So what if she wants the sex?

Fine. Bring back concubines and harems. Let these girls who want sex with alphas but don't have the goods to obtain full commitment take a lesser status to the alpha's wife. That is what is happening anyway, why not formalize it?

The hot alpha sex upfront, followed by commitment to a guy more at your market level when you're "ready", is a pyrrhic victory. That means it is not a victory. You will be less satisfied with your husband, he will be less satisfied with you, and you will have a lower quality husband than you otherwise could have got had you not spread your legs for the guy outside your league. Nobody wins, except the alpha pussy plunderer, for about 15 minutes.

The power a girl has is based not on which guy will fuck her, but on which guy will commit to her. And to what level he is willing to commit.

Take two 18 year old girls.

The first, before she ever has sex, gets a respected man of solid income potential to state before his God, family and community that he will protect her for all eternity.

The second has sex with the captain of lacrosse team in his dorm room. He never calls her again.

Which one would feminists say is empowered?

Which one actually is empowered?

Have a good Tuesday night.

Post: #13

Good stuff.

Post: #14

Quote:No Really, What Does a Feminist Look Like?

Drink up a Frost-y cold glass of wisdom over at Thumotic.

He does a helluva job breaking down who is attracted to feminism and why.

Let me toss in my two bitcoins:

Feminism is just another example of the destructive Progressive Principle in action.

What is the Progressive Principle?

As far as I can tell it has been touched on but largely skirted around by my fellow Dark Enlightenment bloggers, so I'm here to define it in plainspeak for you all:

The Progressive Principle is a means by which a small group of elites team up with the loser dregs of society to exploit the traditional middle class for personal gain.

The elites win, the loser dregs win a pyrrhic victory and are made worse off, the traditional middle class gets robbed of culture, values, money and happiness.

This principle is seen in every progressive cause throughout history.

Let's do an exercise. For each of these causes, figure out:

a) who is the elite class using the cause for a profit or power grab
b) who is the weak underclass supporting the elite class, but winning a pyrrhic victory in the process?
c) who are the traditional people getting robbed of value

Feminism
Immigration
War
Public Education
Corporate Welfare
Academia
Democracy
Universal Equal Rights
Fiat Currency
Gay Rights

When you open your eyes, it isn't hard to see, is it?

As long as there is value in the world being produced by a civilized group, you'll have a group of people looking to run the table and seize that value by teaming up with the numbers of a weaker class by convincing them they are being exploited.

Civilization is the exception to the rule.

Okay, lets back da fuck up.

Our topic today is feminism.

Given your newfound knowledge of the world, what does a feminist look like?

Well, who are the winning women? You have an elite group of women like Sheryl Sandberg gaining fame and fortune and TED talks and Slate writing gigs (while often having hypocritical home lives). Power-suited TV and movie execs, and romance novelists profiting from vaginal tingles. Female politicians winning office with utopian vaginal promises. Ultra-hot young girls profiting with acting gigs, fame, and cash and prizes.

Who is the underclass shooting themself in the face? A set of frumpy or marginal women, and even attractive but weak, high time preference women convincing themselves they deserve all the alpha cock they can eat. Their pyrrhic victory is they win their five minutes of alpha but are unhappy for the rest of their life, and their children and family life have worse outcomes. Also in this subset are the ugly, the old and STD ridden, who wish for all women to be ugly, old and STD ridden.

Who are the traditional class being eroded? Nice looking pleasant fertile young women who are finding men much less willing to give them the level of commitment they should get, because there's so much free sex going around. Their incentive to hold out for sex is gone. Put out or the only guy who will commit to you is a pussy-whipped chump. If you want to start having kids in your most fertile years you are considered weird and probably Mormon.

And the men?

Who are the winners? Alphas like Robin Thicke running the table on pussy, just let him liberate ya. Also, male politicians and movie/media execs sailing the menstrual flow for fun and profit. These men invented feminism. Like all smart men, they invented something that is useful for them. (I'll bet a little investigation would show the real power behind women's suffrage were profiteers who knew women would vote their
interests money from the state coffers. Just a theory.)

The underclass is friendzoned stick figures and fat pimple faced video game playing cat owning white knighters who believe supporting feminist causes might get an ounce of pussy thrown their way. Their pyrrhic victory is that their feminist cause wins, but they are only making it harder for themselves to get laid in a world where girls can easily fuck upwards in SMV.

Who is the traditional class getting fucked (only figuratively of course)? The good guys with low time preference who would make great dads and contribute to society if they have the incentive of a nice family. They get their status stripped from them, they have a decreasing pool of thin, fertile, chaste girls to choose a wife from and if they do get married, they're issued divorces and alimony bills for not being hawt enough.

Lets keep it real, niggas: A lot of you are probably in that last group, but are trying your best to alpha your way into the first group.

Without feminism a lot of you never would have learned game in the first place, you'd be too busy with a nice family.

But you're a 7 and that nice 7 who would have made a fine bride for you in 1870 fucked the Left Wing of the hockey team in college where a Federally subsidized loan paid for her to get a sociology degree, which allows her to look down on any man who works with his hands and now the thought of marrying her disgusts you.

It is what it is. You can't fight the terrain.

So what do you do?

You either keep trying to find a bride from a shrinking pool of prospects, and fight for your share of civilization.

or

You say fuck it, master the game, fuck the sluts and ruin other guy's potential wives, and kick your feet up poolside as the world burns.

Choose your path.

Can anyone really blame you if you choose the latter? I can't. I may even join you. The world stopped caring first. Fuck it.

*

Margaret Thatcher said the problem with socialism is eventually you run out of other people's money.

I'll go a few steps further, Mrs. Prime Minister: The trouble with progressivism is eventually you run out of other people's civilization to plunder.

So what's gonna happen? Who knows.

All I can say is it's gonna be one hell of a century.

Pass me a cigar.

Post: #15

Quote:You Sandbaggin' Son Of A Bitch

In ninth grade I'd sit at a lunch table with my friends Sean and Jake and play what we dubbed "The game", that is for every girl that passed by we would say whether we'd do her or not.

Sean had the lowest standards of us all, Jake and I usually agreed, but one thing didn't fail: we could all make our decision almost instantly.

And that is the problem.

A woman wants to EARN her man.

But since men can make a decision in a split second, based on beauty which is inherited and not earned, it is really hard if not impossible for a woman to actually earn attraction.

A woman starts with a beauty rating, and that is really her peak rating, she can only lose points through rudeness, sluttery, or shamelessness, very rarely can her personality score her points above her beauty.

Yet if you've ever heard a group of girls deliberate on how to reply to an alpha's text message, you know that they think they are actually running game on these guys.

It's a weird thought to guys running who spend so much time learning game: Girls think THEY are the ones doing the seducing.

That's why "PUA" is inherently a creepy and repellant concept to girls: they want to be the ones earning your attentions, not the other way around.

So don't say "check, please!" as soon as you catch a glimpse of her cleavage. Relax, ignore her cuteness, and let her win you the fuck over.

One of the things I do is sandbag my attraction a little, I'll be a little lukewarm to a hot girl until she says something I like, and then I'll pretend like she just hooked me with that.

"Yeah I thought you were just a typical NY girl until you said X. I like that a lot. Make sure I get your number before I leave"

"Make sure I get your number before I leave" is a great line for house parties or any type of setting where you are "working the room" so to speak.

It's essentially a compliance test. Girls are very interested will flip out their phones immediately to exchange numbers. This is what Krauser calls a "yes girl".

Shyer girls may not immediately initiate the exchange but they will seek you out again and if you expertly seeded some type of plans they'll nudge you into taking their number.

Note that if you misread a girl and she's not into you at all, there is little reason for her give you a flat out embarrassing rejection. You're simply offering to accept her number at a later time if she chooses to give it. There is no reason for her to say no. So she won't, she'll just avoid engrossing conversation with you for the rest of the night, which is a good thing. The last thing you need is a time waster, the last thing
she needs is to be patronized with you pretending to be interested in her.

I like the way you read this post. Make sure to give me a comment before you leave.

Post: #16

Quote:Love

Love is a choice. There is a moment, or rather a series of moments, where you choose to love. You can choose to spend an extra night with her this week. You can choose to share your vulnerabilities and listen to her do the same. You choose to cancel other dates. You choose to trust. You make these choices enough times and gradually love builds. Love didn't just happen. You chose it.

You may be able to get sex every night of the week from a different girl but you can't find love every night of the week. Love is not like sex, it is far rarer, it takes far more time. It is scarce. Sure, there may be a girl with a nice ass in every bar in your city but finding one worthy of your time and emotions? Not quite so easy. Impossible, the jaded might say.

So love is living in scarcity. The girl who falls in mutual love with you is not easily replaceable. It would take time to build that with another girl.

That, the relationship experts will tell you, is bad. The one who has the most power is the one who needs the other one least. This is true. But the goal of making all relationships replaceable denies the human experience. You'll have all the power over relationships that don't matter at all. An autistic feels no love, is he then the most powerful man there is?

Alright, so girls don't love the way you were told they love. They're more opportunistic than Hollywood taught you. Their love for you is conditional. There are a ton of bad apples to sift through. The sum total of cautionary tales of men who have been burned by ill-fated trust can make you write the whole thing off as a sucker's game.

But it is only a man who has seen the sausage being made and witnessed the horror stories that dispel any notion of idealistic death-do-you-parts who can have any true appreciation for love. It is only after a man realizes love is actually highly conditional and opportunistic for both parties that he can free it from its unrealistic expectations. Only after you know it as something fleeting and elusive can you see the
conditions that click it into place as a beautiful anomaly amidst a harsh unforgiving world.

So your brain is just tricking you because evo-biologically speaking love is two people of similar sexual market value chemically pairbonding to ensure sufficient parental investment.

So?

Knowing that hunger is just a way for your body to get sufficient nutrients and energy does not make filet mignon any less succulent.

And yet it is the hedonist who often spurns love to instead embrace the free pursuit of new conquest. But any hedonist who willingly deprives himself of the deep, passionate pleasure of love is no hedonist at all. Sex on weed can make you feel tingly, but sex on love is something to which no drug, natural or synthesized, can compare.

Love is not marriage nor is marriage love. Love is not an endgame, it is not a contract, it is a beautiful thing to be experienced and enjoyed while it lasts, much like a sunset. It is not yours to capture and keep in a cage and the harder you try to do so the faster it fades.

So maybe today you leave your computer and make a human connection.

Maybe you meet a girl and take a leap.

Maybe love doesn't last forever.

But maybe that doesn't matter.

Post: #17

Quote:Unnatural Selection

Once upon a time the harsh winter of northern latitudes brought forth a great selective pressure upon its human inhabitants. The challenges of the terrain selected for the clever, and the cold climate allowed brains to expand with little metabolic cost. The minds it shaped brought forth innovation, first benefitting themselves and their spawn. Then capital, markets and money co-evolved with agriculture and eventually developed into an Industrial Revolution to solve problems for the masses at a low price of $19.95. Now western humanity has all the comfort and prosperity that 99.9 % of humans did not have throughout history, with none of the brainpower required.

Today the threats of predators, vicious weather, starvation, and sexual excess have been solved by innovations built by great minds: Temperature controlled housing, superior technology and weaponry, mass produced food, medical innovation. It is only with these prosperous luxuries that this generation can consider progressive arguments that would get themselves laughed out of their village in shame throughout civilized history. Indeed, being a progressive has become a way to signal just how comfortable and high status you are. Thank you for the innovations in reproductive medicine, now stay out of my bedroom while I laugh at the religious ethics that was my ancestor's penicillin. Open your borders, disarm and share everything with the world or you're a backwards racist hick. This washing machine is great, now stop oppressing women like a caveman.

With these comforts, for the first time the selective pressures that will shape the genome of future generations is not coming from nature, it is coming from high verbal IQ shysters within the populace. But Darwin don't care. Threats to reproductive fitness can come from a bear running at you, or from a TV telling your daughter to never settle. You see the unfortunate story of a woman who spent the currency of her youth on degrees and contracepted sex with alpha males and then her IVF doesn't take at 35. What I see is a gazelle who got eaten by a cheetah because it couldn't run fast enough. To the universe, the result is just the same. There are those who won't reproduce by their own carelessness or choice. It isn't to be fought. It is evolution in action. It isn't sad, it is a beautiful thing to witness.

Those who are most susceptible to believe the slick liars when they preach equalism and egalitarianism and pathological altruism will see their reproductive fitness decline. Teach your daughter to be a strong independent feminist and you'll take your death rattle with no grandchildren at the side of your bed. Embrace the blank slate and don't say anything racist in front of your children, and your grandkids end up looking nothing like you. Refuse to extend a middle finger at the warm n' fuzzy everyone-gets-a-trophy philosophy and your son ends up a pussy. But with evolution, there are winners as well as losers. Some will resist these pressures. Indeed, the cultural marxists should be careful what they wish for: They're selecting for the smartest, most fertile, most racist, most patriarchal group the world has seen.

Of course, the high time preference underclass who can't summon the willpower to reach for a condom in the heat of the moment will continue to spawn above the carrying capacity of their earning power. But an Idiocracy can only be supported by the grace and altruism of wealth-producing hosts. The civilized world that they thieve trust from is held together with precarious threads, not least of all being a novel fiat reserve currency. A black swan event will not be kind. When the greenback goes full Madoff and/or technological advances finally crush all the monkey-sorting-widget jobs and the parasite class must be formalized with a Guaranteed Minimum Income, you will see flight on a massive scale. Secession, expatriation, high walls, immigration-by-genome and no apologies.

So keep up the "progress". Release those cheetahs and we'll see which gazelle can run the fastest. You think each time a universal ballot or activist judge swings left you've won a battle when really you're just creating more leg room for my grandkids in Elysium.

Post: #18

Quote:The 80/20 Of Life And Game

Tim Ferriss is like the 12 year old who stands on his head just to tell people he did.

But... he is one of the best minds out there on efficiency. I am indebted to him for many of the concepts he introduced to me in The Four Hour Work Week, not the least of which being the work of Italian economist Vilfredo Pareto.

The Pareto Principle in its rawest form states that 80 % of the effects come from 20 % of causes.

This works in many other forms: 80 % of the sales come from 20 % of the clients. 80 % of the land is owned by 20 % of the people. 80 % of the girls are banged by 20 % of the men. These won't always be exact percentages, sometimes far from it, but the spirit of the law is the same: there a few inputs that cause disproportionate outputs.

Nothing in life has been more productive and motivating than recognizing a Pareto input and pouring my energy into it.

What are Pareto Inputs for the important areas of your life?

Fitness: Lift weights. Eat Protein. Tweaking your diet with Paleo, doing cool creative crossfit exercises or whatever else is great and can fill in the last 20 % but for the vast majority of people, if you can't get under the bar at least three times a week or eat good protein daily, you won't make any progress.

Making Money: Get product or skill that people want. Sell your balls off to people with money. You can circlejerk over LLC vs. C-corp and create twitter accounts and blogs and apps and whatever the fuck else but nothing starts until you sell something. Cash flow is king.

Fighting: Spar. Fight. Watching tape and hitting the heavy bag is great but you'll find out more about yourself in two minutes in the ring or octagon with a wily opponent than you will in a year of running steps or shadow boxing.

Writing: Put Pen to Paper. Write What you Know. Sure, it would be nice to be a writer but if you're not actually putting thoughts into words you are nothing of the sort. Sure, it would be nice to have the most technically skilled paragraphs that would make Strunk and White throb with excitement but if you aren't writing about what you know (and hopefully have experienced personally), you will not be compelling, and nobody will want to read it.

You can tweak and optimize other areas to try to get to the full 100 % but in times of stress or uncertainty, you must always concentrate your forces on the essential 20 % of inputs that will get you the most results.

So how about pickup? I'll give you FOUR Pareto Inputs that you can focus on which if executed can render most of your seduction blog reading obsolete:

-Talk to girls. Obviously, it had to be obvious. Find girls, open your mouth and say words and things will happen. I don't mean swiping right on Tinder, I mean real in the flesh take a deep breath and say something to her. Many guys get stuck on the approach anxiety stage. But even beyond that, mental masturbation is far too common in the seduction world. Field experience is your God, reading about game online is no better than playing Magic: the Gathering if you don't look real girls in the eye in real life. Mystery re-invented many wheels just by walking up to girls and seeing what worked. What worked for someone else online may not work for you. You're a different person, and she is a different girl. Open your mouth and find out.

-Fix your one obvious problem. You know what it is.

-Choose the right Target. This means screening not just for beauty but for whether she is the type of girl you want for your goal. Venue counts. If you want a quick one night stand you'll do online dating or focus on club girls. Don't approach the girls entrenched in conversation with each other or a bachelorette party, instead find the two friends who are scanning the room sort of ignoring each other. A girl who goes out on Wednesday wants to get fucked more than a girl who goes out on Saturday. If you want a girlfriend or mother of your children, don't try to turn a hoe into a housewife. Accept your shrunken dating pool. Meet people through trusted circles or in places of good reputation and qualify them heavily before you commit any time or energy to them. Target selection is a very lacking, but very important part of "game" if I do say so myself. Might have more posts on this.

-Escalate. Choose your goal with a woman and move towards it. For many... asking "is this date moving towards sex?" will keep you from wasting time like going on group dates or meeting a girl nowhere near a place you can bang her. For the sensible civilization builders who want a wife and kids, asking "is this moving towards the life I want?" will keep you from spending too much time or brainpower on an unsuitable girl. Escalation is your responsibility as a man. Own the outcome.

Post: #19

Favorite new term: pyrrhic victory

Genius, sheer genius:
"But you're a 7 and that nice 7 who would have made a fine bride for you in 1870 fucked the Left Wing of the hockey team in college where a Federally subsidized loan paid for her to get a sociology degree, which allows her to look down on any man who works with his hands and now the thought of marrying her disgusts you."

Post: #20

Quote:http://laidnyc.wordpress.com/
A man on a mission cares not for any girl’s reaction to him. He cares for his mission. Sure, he may want sexual release, but he feels no approach anxiety. To a man focused on a higher mission, approaching girls is like playing with little kids in a sandbox: cute, but ultimately meaningless.

This is so true .

Post: #21

Great writing. Thanks for sharing

Post: #22

(12-16-2014 11:54 AM)Isaac Jordan Wrote:  

Quote:Love

Love is a choice. There is a moment, or rather a series of moments, where you choose to love. You can choose to spend an extra night with her this week. You can choose to share your vulnerabilities and listen to her do the same. You choose to cancel other dates. You choose to trust. You make these choices enough times and gradually love builds. Love didn't just happen. You chose it.

You may be able to get sex every night of the week from a different girl but you can't find love every night of the week. Love is not like sex, it is far rarer, it takes far more time. It is scarce. Sure, there may be a girl with a nice ass in every bar in your city but finding one worthy of your time and emotions? Not quite so easy. Impossible, the jaded might say.

So love is living in scarcity. The girl who falls in mutual love with you is not easily replaceable. It would take time to build that with another girl.

That, the relationship experts will tell you, is bad. The one who has the most power is the one who needs the other one least. This is true. But the goal of making all relationships replaceable denies the human experience. You'll have all the power over relationships that don't matter at all. An autistic feels no love, is he then the most powerful man there is?

Alright, so girls don't love the way you were told they love. They're more opportunistic than Hollywood taught you. Their love for you is conditional. There are a ton of bad apples to sift through. The sum total of cautionary tales of men who have been burned by ill-fated trust can make you write the whole thing off as a sucker's game.

But it is only a man who has seen the sausage being made and witnessed the horror stories that dispel any notion of idealistic death-do-you-parts who can have any true appreciation for love. It is only after a man realizes love is actually highly conditional and opportunistic for both parties that he can free it from its unrealistic expectations. Only after you know it as something fleeting and elusive can you see the
conditions that click it into place as a beautiful anomaly amidst a harsh unforgiving world.

So your brain is just tricking you because evo-biologically speaking love is two people of similar sexual market value chemically pairbonding to ensure sufficient parental investment.

So?

Knowing that hunger is just a way for your body to get sufficient nutrients and energy does not make filet mignon any less succulent.

And yet it is the hedonist who often spurns love to instead embrace the free pursuit of new conquest. But any hedonist who willingly deprives himself of the deep, passionate pleasure of love is no hedonist at all. Sex on weed can make you feel tingly, but sex on love is something to which no drug, natural or synthesized, can compare.

Love is not marriage nor is marriage love. Love is not an endgame, it is not a contract, it is a beautiful thing to be experienced and enjoyed while it lasts, much like a sunset. It is not yours to capture and keep in a cage and the harder you try to do so the faster it fades.

So maybe today you leave your computer and make a human connection.

Maybe you meet a girl and take a leap.

Maybe love doesn't last forever.

But maybe that doesn't matter.

That was beautiful. This guy got it.

Post: #23

I kept seeing this in the feed but never clicked.

Awesome reading

Post: #24

Quote:You can't fight the terrain.

Wisdom.

Quote:Make sure I get your number before I leave

Stolen.

Post: #25

Great blog, his views and advice is spot on. Es specially his "Closure is Bullshit". Thanks for the post