Obama's Asian Tour

This fool's at it again. This time he's bowing to the premiere of China Wu Jinbao:


I'm convinced that Obama now feels compelled to bow to and heel-lick any and all foreign leaders. Since his last grovel was so widely-reported, being the good liberal that he is, he doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by leaving them out. Sack up Obama. Give that guy some dap or a soul shake.

Social Media Privacy Settings: Lady Raine Edition

Maintaining privacy on blogs or social media sites like MyFace involve strategies particular to each sex.

On her blog, I chided Lady Raine for behaving much like a slut, attention whore, or a fat chick would. She directly links to her MySpace page which features bikini shots and obscene camera gestures. Being past her giddy teenage years in which chicks tend to flaunt their wares regardless of how good-looking they are; Lady Raine's behavior indicates that she is showing off as much skin as possible, acting like a partygrrl, and highlighting her sluttiness in order to reclaim attention that has been slowly frittered away since her youth.

For most young good-looking women, their social media behavior is similar to that of their sexual behavior; they guard access to the goodies. Like their vaginas, party pics of hot chicks are valuable and aren't doled out on a whim. While the firewall isn't all that strong, a guy usually has to be online friends with a good-looking woman before he can have access to her profile. These women are also more likely to reject friendship solicitations than men or less desirable females.
Men have different strategies when using social media. If you browse Myspace or Facebook today, you'll notice that many more mens' profiles are publicly viewable compared to womens'. Men seek to advertise their goods - even if they are highly desired- whereas highly desired women prefer to minimize exposure thus maintaining scarcity and increasing value.

Graph of Privacy Levels For "Normal" Women and Lady Raine/Fuglies/Attention Whores (levels of privacy on vertical axis, age on horizontal axis)

As we can see from the chart; Lady Raine has the mentality of an 18 year-old. Her privacy levels probably ratcheted up a notch during her post-pregnancy period- benefiting from a "baby bump" - probably due more to her flabby skin than to concerns for her child's privacy. Normal women have high privacy levels during the years when they are most attractive. They relax their access standards as they age in order to draw more attention to themselves, hitting a low in their thirties. Their privacy levels begin to rebound in their late thirties as they decide to put away childish things and protect their children/grandchildren's identities.

The females that tend to allow public access to their profiles are slutty, fat, or old. Sluts are attention whores by definition and fatties and geriatrics don't have to develop strategies to keep out low-quality peeping-Toms.

So this gets back to Lady Raine; she's 29 and posts sexually-themed pictures showing her behaving like a child. I'll give her this: she's not fat. Is she a slut? Is she an attention whore?

Game Post at The Spearhead

I have another post at The Spearhead delineating between different types of Game and different types of Men's Rights Advocates. Game cannot be used as a tool for overall male empowerment. It is anathema to a rising tide lifting all boats.

Men compete against other men; they'll always do that no matter the underlying structural society.

I predict I will get a lot of angry comments on the piece because I seperate MRAs into two camps, call one of them misogynistic, and point out that Game won't solve men's problems. At the same time I advocate the use of Game outside of and within relationships.

The Texas Plot to Kill JFK

I once met the “King of the Texas Wheeler-Dealers.” His name is Billie Sol Estes. He looks like a cross between Ted Kennedy and Orville Redenbacher with his square black frames and square jowled face. My dad was friends with him through a friend in Alcoholics Anonymous. They hit it off and come to know each other quite well, exchanging phone calls and meeting each other’s family. I met Billie Sol about 7 years ago at one of my dad's art exhibits. He, along with my extended family, joined us for lunch at Meer’s burger joint in the Wichita Mountains of Oklahoma. I studied the man watching his eyes. He sat near the window, slightly hunched, not saying much of anything. But at nearly 80 years old, you'd never have guessed that he was present when the order to kill John F. Kennedy was sent down.

At the art exhibit, I was standing near my dad and Billie Sol when a man of about 70 approached. The man immediately recognized Billie Sol’s face. He had recognized it from about 40 years before in which the man had been employed in some capacity that involved meetings at the White House. He approached Billie Sol saying “I remember seeing you standing next to LBJ at the White House in 1961.”


Billie Sol Estes was a crook. He served time for his various schemes plotted in the West Texas desert town of Pecos. His main scheme, the one he got sent to the joint for, involved procuring loans using cotton crops as collateral. He had a bizarre method of having cotton allotments transferred to his ownership. He didn’t own the cotton itself, but his name was on the books. He not only received government subsidies for that ownership, but he was able to procure bank loans using this non-existent cotton as collateral.

Estes’ scheme began during the 1950s, a period in which the federal government was cutting back on crop production. Billie Sol’s business at the time was selling irrigation systems using natural gas instead of electrical energy. Naturally, Billie Sol’s business was bound to suffer from the government-mandated freeze in crop production. Billie Sol’s scheme would take the help of officials high in the government and there was none higher in Texas than Lyndon Baines Johnson.

Leading up to his indictment, during the 1940s and 1950s, Billie Sol became part of the Good-‘Ol Boy network that ran Texas politics. He used his considerable wealth and web of political connections to get things done, both for himself and his benefactors. Texas politics, like most southern states at the time, was run by political bosses. One didn’t get to the top of the Texas political heap without lots of cash and lots of favors. Things were no different for the future President.

By 1960-61 Estes’ cotton scheme was under investigation by a man in the U.S. Department of Agriculture named Henry Marshall. The short version of the story was that Marshall had discovered a web involving Estes, LBJ, and other big-wigs in Texas. Much of LBJ’s political fund at that time had been financed directly by Estes’ scheme. LBJ’s ability to peddle his influence undoubtedly helped Estes along, but it also ran the risk of toppling his political empire - the one that had led to his position as Vice President.

Seeking to keep Billie Sol’s scheme from hemorrhaging, taking the whole Good-'Ol Boy network down in the process, LBJ and his henchmen oversaw a hit on Marshall. A LBJ and Estes associate by the name of Malcolm Wallace was tapped to do the job. Wallace is a compelling figure in this case. Reading documents of the events leading up to JFK's assassination, Wallace's name seems to be enveloped in a shroud of mystery. Wallace was introduced to Lyndon Johnson by Johnson's legal counsel, Ed Clark. Soon after meeting, Wallace began having an affair with Johnson's sister, Josefa. Josefa was also carrying on a relationship with the owner of a small golf course, John Kinser. Kinser reportedly tried to use Josefa to extort money from her brother, and, upon failing, tried to blackmail the then-Texas Senator. Wallace murdered Kinser at his golf shop on October 22, 1951. Interestingly enough, Wallace was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment, but his sentence was overturned and commuted by Judge Charles O. Betts.

Fast forward to June 3, 1961. Wallace met Marshall to “discuss” the investigation into Billie Sol’s scheme. After a heated argument in which Wallace realized he wasn’t going to be able to sway Marshall’s decision to expose the operation, Wallace killed Marshall. At first, he struck him in the side of the head knocking Marshall to the ground. Next, he attempted to expose Marshall to carbon monoxide poisoning by placing his mouth on his truck’s exhaust pipe. Wallace was reportedly spooked by a by-passing truck so decided to speed up the hit by shooting Marshall four times with a bolt-action rifle.

The coroner ruled Marshall’s death a suicide although this ruling was later overturned. One question arising from this faulty autopsy was how Marshall could have squeezed off four rounds into his own head.

After serving a prison sentence for another scheme, Estes offered up information that would implicate LBJ in the murders of the aforementioned victims, a couple of other players, and his own sister. He also claimed to have a second-hand report from Cliff Carter that Mac Wallace ran the leg work of the JFK assassination. Wallace allegedly corralled Lee Harvey Oswald and Jack Ruby - in different capacities - and fired the shot from the grassy knoll.


**The first half of the story is true; the second half - the part about JFK's murder - is specious at best. Billie Sol Estes is a twice-convicted felon and opportunist of the highest magnitude. While history clearly shows that he was in cahoots with LBJ and knew of political murders that LBJ carried out, there is little support for Estes' claim for LBJ's involvement in the JFK plot. I'm more than willing to believe the conspiracy theory, but for having such a compelling story, Estes has a really lame personal website. This raises red flag number 70 something.

Decline in Divorce Rates

If people are rational, taking into account the probabilities of future outcomes of their actions, wouldn't we expect divorce rates to decline over time? After the widely-cited 50% divorce statistic had become common knowledge, such information would likely prevent marriages of those couples who were on shaky ground from the start. The fact that there is only a 50-50 chance of entering a successful marriage would provide ammunition as an argument against marriage. The weaker unions would be prevented while the stronger engagements would follow through into matrimony.

This was my hypothesis before checking out divorce rates in the United States. There are a few interesting breakpoints for divorce rates during the post-war period. The general trend is that rates were low and steady after the war; the rate started creeping up during the 1960s, peaked during the late 1970s/early 1980s and have declined to their lowest rate since the early 1970s.

There was a spike in divorces after the War as GIs and their wives redressed shotgun marriages before deployment. The rate bottomed out at 2.1 divorces per 1000 population in 1958 - the climax of the baby boom and the Golden Era of the 1950s. The rate crossed the 3 threshold in 1969 and spiked at 5.3 in 1979 and 1981. It hit 4.0 in 2001 and fell to 3.6 as of 2007.

The fact that overall rates of marriage are declining in the same sample time frame indicates that we are experiencing a sort of "survival of the fittest couples". The undermining problems of the west don't so much reside in high levels of divorce; rather, high levels of marriage avoidance and single parenthood remain the key. Marriages today, if decreased divorce rates can be interpreted as increased marital happiness, are happier than they've been in a generation.

Everyone Wants to be an Alpha and Other Thoughts

*Everyone's an alpha. At least that's what they're taught to think. Kids are molded to think that they can be anything - this includes the top dog. People come to believe they deserve such status attainment, but the system cannot work that way. For alphas to exist, there must be a compliant group of betas and omegas that accept their role. A few here and there can test the limits to their alpha mettle; this provides a little competition to make sure the best man comes out on top, but for the most part individuals will lose out when they realize the cold hard truth that they aren't alpha and don't deserve that position in the social hierarchy.

*The most obnoxious people to wait on are 30-something singles on dates. They are easy to spot because they are actually speaking to each other during their meal. They often get drunk on very little alcohol and overly handsy with each other. The man is always the sucker - always obviously more into the date than she. They prefer booths with the man near the aisle in order to maximize Gargoyle-like perching ability (hint to Herb-a-date: I'm not trying to fuck your woman). It's come to the point that I barely interact with the two. I let them do their thing, stay out of their hair; I'm a ghost.

*Universal Democracy is like a radioactive element. It reaches an untenable position that seeks to restore order by casting off atomic particles - creating unpleasant outcomes in the process.

*There is really no point in discussing the mating/dating implications of evolutionary psychology or my disdain for feminism with women. They are overly prone to generalization and irrational defense of conventional wisdom. This statement is nothing new, but it deserves to be repeated.

*Legislation is under way in the U.K. to set up a "repeat domestic abuser" registry for men who have been accused at least twice of domestic battery against women. It is meant to copy sexual predator registries, but additions to the list are subject to advisory panel approval rather than automatic. Unlike violent offender registeries, the domestic abuser list can be accessed by the public through a right-to-know appeal. There is no mention of whether women can be put on the list, and I doubt if a "she cuckolded me" list is in the works. We'll wait a few years to see if a national "he cheated on me" or "he lied to me" list will be created.

*Men in India are fighting back against feminism. Indian men have long been accused of committing "dowry killings" against their wives for their inability to meet dowry obligations. They are often burned or mutilated. Some capitalistic Indian women have used anti-dowry statutes to virtually blackmail Indian men into giving dowry payments to the woman's family instead. The dowry-harassment has led to 22,000 male suicides in the past few years which is more than the actual number of dowry killings. Thousands of Indian men have been jailed for supposed dowry-related crimes against their wives with no probable cause.

*Brandon Jennings, the Milwaukee Bucks rookie who scored 55 points in his sixth NBA game and who played his first season in Europe, will spark a new trend. Jennings couldn't go straight to the NBA from high school because of a new rule implemented in 2006 that requires NBA draftees to be at least 19 years old and one year removed from college. Jennings skipped college because he couldn't pass the entrance exams. The new trend will induce players to follow Jennings' footsteps as well as induce high schoolers to skip their last year or two of high school in order to play in Europe for cash and high-level experience. Players who are perhaps a year older than their classmates will benefit from this trend. It will lead too many kids to jump the gun thinking they can replicate Jennings' strategy. A large number of high-schoolers who directly entered the draft before the new rule were left high-and-dry when they either went undrafted or weren't good enough to compete. This new trend will be worse because it will leave a few players without even a high school education. Jeremy Tyler from San Diego recently became the first player to skip his senior year of high school to play overseas - signing a $150,000 contract with an Israeli club.

Husbands Suck, Vampires Suck - Guess Who Sucks Worse?

If vampires were real and us humans wanted to throw chum to the bloodsucking freaks, our first candidate should be Matt Larrimore. Assuming that Dracula and his latest reincarnation are myths - shattering the hopes and dreams of many of the irrational sex - we'll have to nominate Larrimore for Beta of the Year.

This piece in Details points out that Jude Larrimore - Matt's wife of 17 years - is obsessed with the Twilight series and the lead vampire Edward Cullen. As an affront to his masculinity, Matt has made four treks with his wife to Forks, Washington - the town featured in the series - on top of allowing his name to be used in a popular men's magazine. But he's a "gentleman" according to the piece.

The byline of the article reads:

"Each month, thousands of women go to Forks, Washington, to indulge their passion for Edward Cullen of Twilight. If your wife or girlfriend is one of them, you better start buying flowers."

Oh really? Is Details a gay magazine? I can't remember. Tongue in cheek it may be, but the suggestion that the solution to women's untenable fantasies is to double down on the supplication is the opposite of what a man should do. Drawing a little blood through a nibble on the jugular is more sage advice.

This passage drew out my fangs:

"It reminds me [Mrs. Larrimore] of first meeting my husband and falling in love," she says. She's sitting at a long table in the auditorium of Forks Congregational Church on Spartan Avenue, sipping from a souvenir coffee thermos that says BITE ME! "Of course, that's changed, because everything changes, but it's nice to be reminded. That devotion. The appetite—and I don't mean just for sex, but for the other person. Remember when that half hour before that person came by was the longest of the day?" She smiles, sighs. "I read somewhere that only a vampire can love you forever."

In short, women want to harness the magic in their relationship that they thought would last forever. One wonders if Mrs. Larrimore would make a pitstop at the Bunny Ranch outside of Vegas to let Matt harness the magic he thought would last forever in his marriage. Porking a nubile young hooker would help "remind" him of that "first meeting" with his wife.

When asked if their husbands remind them of Cullen, two women replied "Not at all" and "Noooo, no way." "Oh my God. It's O.M.E. - oh my Edward!" gurgled one of the curs.

The author chides men as being boring, overly safe, unromantic shlubs..."the defanged mortal males of Earth...have become, thanks to Edward, one big collective cuckold."

"Apparently it's not Edward Cullen who's been living in the dark. It's you," continues the author. As with all magazine pieces of this nature, its men who are the problem; we must change. According to another author, Cristina Nehring:

"The men they are stuck with are red-blooded, healthy, go-getter guys who are not very sentimental, not very hard-to-get or thoughtful, and the sex life they go home to is probably as dutiful as mounting an exercycle at the gym after work."

Ah, the eternal conundrum. Men are mostly responsible as heads-of-household (at least in these cases, assuming that women who re-read the series multiple times and watch the movie 28 times don't exactly have high-paying jobs) and they must remain exciting, romantic, and sexually dynamic.

Those men who capitulate to their wives' fantasies by adopting the romantic notions of Edward Cullen are considered "perceptive" by the author. Besides Larrimore, several other husbands are featured in the piece. They have developed their softer side and learned from Cullen's ways. Perhaps they now stop cars with their bare hands or shank their women with their silver stake-like cocks, who knows.

What's the solution? There is no solution. The solution burned away like a vampire's sun-kissed skin when these couples said "I do."

The Blogs I Read

Blogging is a narcissistic endeavor anyway; blogging about blogging is even worse. That being said, I want to talk about the vibes of the various blogs I peruse.

As I click through my blogroll, I get different feelings from different sites. Some sites are quiet and brooding, some are lively and fun. I enjoy all of those that I visit for various reasons, but they give me a feel of being in different places and situations that I experience in real life.

The blog of the great link aggregator and social commenter, Ferdinand Bardamu, has come to serve as the hub - residing in the center portion of the Venn Diagram of conservative, Game, and MRA sites. His site elicits a feeling of being at a Barnes and Noble or a coffeeshop. Actually a Greek salon comes to mind. The frequent posts, updated comments, twitters, and outside blogger feed gives it a brisk feeling. The place is happening.

Although there are no gender requirements, at The Spearhead I get the feeling of hanging out in a men's club fitted with mahogany leather chairs with cigar smoke billowing through the air. I can play cards in the main room or head to the forum to have side conversations or a Scotch. Every now and then a few "ladies of leisure" arrive to spice things up.

Of course, Roissy's blog is happening in a different way. Roissy's is like a lively night club. While there are intellectual issues being discussed, the blog permeates sexuality. Not only do women participate more on that blog than most others, its a place where I feel more comfortable letting loose and operating outside the bindings of always-proper and always-intellectual conversation. There always seems to be club music playing in the background when I'm visiting Roissy's, G Manifesto is in the corner trying to slough off some dank, and Lady Raine is always there which means there's plenty of skin, blow, and anal.

Rather than a place, Roosh's blog reminds me of being inside a Hunter S. Thompson novel. Perhaps I think this because the title of his new book - A Dead Bat in Paraguay - and my favorite post of his reminds me of the opening pages of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He also seems to come closest to fulfilling my favorite blogging style named after HST - Gonzo blogging.

There are a handful of bloggers I visit that don't get to post that often. Novaseeker, alpha status, Prime, Whiskey and Dave from Hawaii are some. Visiting them reminds me of visiting a married buddy's house. Even though I don't get to see them often, when they decide to throw a party there are a couple of kegs and lots of people show up to.

Larry Auster's blog elicits a feeling of being in a doctor's office or at your strict grandmother's house (everyone had at that one strict grandma). It's a little stuffy and you're afraid you might break something or get yelled at. Even if you do something good, you're still likely to get a tongue-lashing. If you send grandma a placating email afterward, she'll put you back in the will.

Todd White's site reminds me of the house of this Mormon kid I used to be best friends with. You go over there and his mom is always baking ginger bread cookies. They want to keep up the auspices of Pleasantville, but deep down, they just want to convert you. Those Mormons (and Todd White) are tenacious.

Feministing, a blog I like for all the wrong reasons, reminds me of a daycare. Everyone's talking and saying stupid shit. The vibe is lively but annoying. You're also likley to step on one of the kids' toys - "Who left this Purple Saguaro lying around!"

Lady Raine's blog has the feeling of a whore house. After I leave I go take a shower and two doses of Penicillin.

Both Girl Game and Obsidian's place reminds me of a situation where you've been dating a chick for a while but you always tend to hang at your place. When you finally do go over to her place she gets kind of snappy as if to make up for all the times she had to adhere to the friendly guest role. In a release of built-up frustration, if you try to control the TV remote or forget to wipe off the toilet seat she'll let out a "uh, this is my house." You smile and nod because you realize they've probably held back a little being on someone else's turf; now you get to see them in their own element (sorry O, not equating you with a chick, its my only good example; I dig the site).

Lest she suffer nightmares over being left out, I come to FeministX. When I was in junior high, I had a friend whose house I used to go to a lot. We had fun playing basketball and video games and watching late night softcore porn on the fuzzy Cinemax channel. I truly enjoyed hanging out over there. One added bonus - a big one - was my friend's older sister. Sometimes she'd prance around the house in her cheerleading outfit or something similarly revealing; occasionally she'd accidentally walk out of the shower with a small towel on. Being 12, this made my week. That's FemX; lots of stuff to do, plus a decent chance of seeing tits.

Pete Rose is Alpha

Its difficult to find a good metric for pro athletes' alpha levels. These guys are alpha by the traditional definition of the word; they have higher testosterone levels, they're generally taller, aggressive, and have status and wealth. They've developed social skills to effectively use their personality for Game purposes. In short, they have a full tool chest full of alpha characteristics.

Most of these guys can get a high number of good-looking women while in their prime. Wilt Chamberlain purportedly made it with 20,000 screaming fans during his lifetime. A-Rod has run through a laundry list of A-list celebrities. Larry Bird has a brood of ugly children by many different women. Calvin Murphy has 14 kids by 9 women; Travis Henry, a 31 year-old ex-NFL star has 11 children with 10 different women (in a cruel twist of fate, his last two were twins born earlier this year). Through their fecundity, athletes fit the profile of paleolithic alpha to a T.

Pete Rose has fulfilled the progeny portion of his checklist; he has 5 kids by a few women. He has exhibited high-risk alpha behaviors (the ones that women love) like gambling and aggressiveness, although his lack of control is his Achilles heel. He's a tough guy, having set the all-time hits record in pro baseball and earning the nickname "Charlie Hustle".

The face (and ballsack) of an alpha:

Yeah, Rose's statlines, athletic accomplishments, and bad-boy behavior are all fine and dandy, but show me the poonanny you say. After all, that is the stuff that separates intergalactic alphas from those unable to breach the stratosphere.

Rose recently told a sports talk show that he's lobbying to get his girlfriend into Playboy magazine. The buxom Asian tiger has been seen with Rose at boxing matches and baseball card signings.

This makes up for the last picture:

The kicker is that the photographer for the shoot is his ex-girlfriend from a few years ago - former Playboy model Mikki Chernoff. If Rose pulls off a two-fer on dating Playboy models in his late 60s he'll have attained a major feat of alphadom matched only by the geriatric who owns the magazine. Ball two takes on a whole new meaning.

Assuming that two is a coincidence while three is a trend, we have this bubbly blonde perched along Rose's side at another card-signing gig to prove the case for Rose's alpha tribunal:

Notice that the drink tray carrier is in front of her indicating that - despite her good looks, nice tan, and big tats - she seems to be waiting on him.

Outside of his fame and on-field accomplishments, we see that Rose exhibits textbook narcissistic alpha behavior in this deleted scene from Bruno:

Either he's on to Sasha Cohen's shtick from the jump or he literally doesn't mind sitting on Mexicans while conducting an interview. Witness his head push of the "relief" Mexican towards the end of the video indicating his feelings of entitlement and superiority; betas can't make themselves do that.

By most accounts, Pete Rose is swine. He cheated baseball and lied about it. He evaded taxes and served jail time. He dislocated another ballplayers' shoulder in the 1970 All-Star game and joked about it. He dropped F-bombs in front of little kids at a baseball camp. He has been accused of domestic abuse, and one gets the feeling just by looking at him that he's a prick.

Funny thing, though, the laser-beam nipples that seem to constantly point in his direction. I'm not here to judge Pete Rose - although I personally don't like him - just to point out that he displays alpha characteristics in spades.

A Rational Cost/Benefit Analysis of Marriage

This study conducted by Professor Paul Frijters of Queensland University in Australia calculates the costs and benefits of marriage. Frijters estimated the sum of money that would be the equivalent of certain life events for married men and women. Naturally, the headline leads one to believe that a man gains the most happiness from a marriage. Scouring through the numbers and analyzing the real-life picture of marriage shows a different outcome for men. While this type of study is highly specious, it is interesting to analyze.

When calculating the present value of something, one has to take into account probabilities and the effects of interest rates on the value of future events. The golden rule of finance is "a dollar in the future is worth less than a dollar today."

A marriage buys $29,600 (17,700 British pounds) in happiness for a man and only $14,600 (8700 BP) for women. Marriage is a steal of a deal for the man right? Wrong. A newly married couple has about a 50% chance of divorce which entails higher "costs" for men than women. Perhaps due to the monetary cost or the emotional one, divorces cost $102,000 (61,100 BP) for men and a paltry $8,300 (5,000 BP) for women.

Multiplying the costs of divorce by the probability of it occurring gives us a true picture of what the whole rigmarole of marriage costs at the outset - when our whole future is subject to the winds of change and the gina tingles of your potential wife.

If we break out our abaci, we'll see that the whole marriage package leads to a net present value of negative $21,400 ($102,000 times 0.5 plus $29,600) for men and a $10,450 gain for women.

Granted, men gain more happiness from having children, according to this study, but it is unclear what the effect is should divorce occur. The study doesn't break down the numbers to indicate if the high cost for male divorce includes the likely loss in custody issues or child support payments. More importantly, the study doesn't indicate whether the large benefit men gain from having children is dependent on an intact marriage. Men also suffer a $16,000 deficit when changing homes.

In all, if we're to conduct a rational cost/benefit analysis of marriage, men absolutely lose out. From a financial standpoint, an investor should accept projects that have positive net present values. After all of the costs are accounted for and the future income discounted back, if we have a positive value, we should accept the project. Likewise with marriage decisions, if a man has a positive value, he should "invest" regardless of the huge deficiency he has compared to the woman. According to this analysis, if the marriage doesn't produce children or the costs of divorce are higher or there is a change in domicile, the man should forgo divorce marriage.

Glass Case of Shame

Many sexual empowerment fiends, reproductive rights advocates, and feminists complain about the "glass cases of shame" that condoms and pregnancy tests are often kept behind in certain chain stores. One tack that this piece complains about is that these products are more often under lock and key in urban areas with high minority populations. This article in The Washington City Paper specifically took CVS stores to task for their condom display strategies. To get help from a clerk to unlock the goodies makes it less likely that a person will buy them. The would-be purchasers are thwarted in their attempts to buy the items because of the shame and hassle involved. The practice is particularly prevalent in urban areas with high minority populations thus increasing the risk of STDs in areas with already-high incidences. Not only do the glass case opponents worry about the spread of HIV, they also don't want sexual empowerment to be muffled. We should all be able to walk in to a store, buy a pregnancy test, anal lube, or condoms without worrying what others around us think about it. To do so would be empowering and healthy.



But shame is something we all have to deal with. I have a personal anecdote to relate. It was my first time having sex with this particular girl. Neither of us had condoms. After a couple of minutes going au naturale, she felt that I should rap up. Good idea. When I entered the store, the only people present was a group of giggling cashiers a few years younger than me. I felt my blood rise up as I walked to the aisle where I assumed the prophylactics and such were kept. I paced around the aisles for a good ten minutes like a dog roaming a kennel. I started getting panicky as I feared that I'd go back to the girl's place only to find her passed out or not in the mood. I could feel the clerks take notice of my behavior as I continued looking for the rubbers. They started murmuring among themselves, and their talk became sporadic; they probably witnessed this same scenario every night around this time. Perhaps they dared him to, but the youngest clerk walked up to me with a knowing grin on his face. "What can I help you find?" he asked as he tried to hold back a smile. "I need condoms, BIG ones" I said, using laughs to ease my embarrassment. He walked me to a hidden, autonomous glass case and unlocked it for me to pick out a package. I bought a Snickers bar from one of the check out displays in a feeble attempt to draw the cashier's attention away from my grail. The clerks began laughing heartily at my expense as I rounded the exit door.

Some may decry my experience as an unnecessary bout of social shaming. If I'd have been less secure, my inaccessibility to the condoms could have deterred my purchase leading to risky raw-dogging or feelings of dis empowerment. But I don't decry it because I'm not a little bitch. Some things we do beget feelings of shame. I couldn't take shits at school all through junior high and part of high school because I was embarrassed to have people know what I was up to; to this day I feel that this fear of shit-shaming impeded my high school basketball career. Cest la vie.

Of course, condoms are locked up to prevent theft. People steal them in larger numbers precisely because there is shame involved in buying them, and because they are products bought mostly by the young and theft-prone. They are also easy to grab and conceal and they have a high "value to size" ratio. Like batteries, bottles of cologne, or Mach 4 razors, they are expensive little items that are repurchased often enough to make them candidates for theft. For condoms, the fact that there is a social cost involved in buying the suckers amplifies the situation.

Glass case opponents prefer to see the condoms and other "reproductive health" products out in the open and easily accessible. In truth, they'd prefer to mandate each store employ a human condom dispenser that hands out a box to exiting customers; perhaps they should employ a whole new slew of retirees to perform this role.

The Curvature brought up the point that if certain stores didn't make condoms more easily accessible they should be boycotted.

"Not everyone has the option to just “go to another pharmacy.” So while it may be well within CVS’ rights, as a business, to enact these kinds of discriminatory practices — and many others, as you can see — it’s also well within our rights to not shop there, if we do have the option."

If the goal is to maximize condom use, fewer stores in business would absolutely diminish the number of available rubbers. The store has a responsibility - to its shareholders and customers - to maintain profitability by maintaining their inventory. In high theft areas, empty condom shelves are just as disincentivizing to condom use as locked glass cases. If theft is so rampant that a store is no longer profitable and has to close its doors - consumers in those areas will have even fewer vendors to purchase the materials from. There are other economic issues that these cultural Marxists likely wouldn't understand. Even if the stores stayed in business and allowed inventory atrophy to occur, prices would merely increase. Theft is a silent tax that will make the items more expensive for honest customers and marginally disincentivize their purchase.

Of course, these leftist types want to blame everyone but their own constituencies for their "problems" obtaining condoms and similar items. "Society" and "corporations" are to blame for erecting impediments to sexual health according to these people. It doesn't occur to them that there's no such thing as a free lunch and it is impossible to correct every inequality from the top down. Even when these corporations develop innovations to let both sides have their way - through the use of condom vending machines or more accessible displays - they are criticized for any failure of the mechanism. A stock out or a faulty button begets cries of "inequality". As usual, the leftists with their silly agendas create impossibly idealistic goals with the hopes of undermining the social status quo and corporations as a whole.

The Sexual Peak Myth

Another post today on The Spearhead dispelling the widely perpetuated myth that women hit their sexual peak in their thirties while men hit theirs in their late teens.

I've never understood why our creator - natural selection - would put men and women at their sexual peaks at such different points in their lives. More importantly, why would women be at their peaks and more horny when they were less fertile? Every thing we know about evolution and sexual behavior indicates that natural selection has made it easy peasy for our genes to be passed on through sexual reproduction - why throw a wrench in the system by making horniness levels - or "desire to copulate" levels - incongruent between the sexes and less conducive to reproduction? Since women are most fertile from the ages of 20-24, it would make sense that they would desire sex more than when they were a decade older and half as fertile.

Check it out and comment.

Obama's Beta Problem Continues

In my analysis of Obama's beta positioning relative to other major world leaders, I left out another former enemy of ours: Japan.

I can now add this picture to my catalogue of evidence that Obama is indeed our beta-in-chief:


Obama's display of lower value allows Japan's emperor to Game and neg the shit out of him.

Internet Viruses are Like Human Viruses

One of the funniest Chappelle Show skits I've seen was the one where Dave pondered what it would be like if the Internet was a real place - like a mall. There were annoying advertisers forcefully trying to sell things and porn rooms that you could go into. This all got me thinking that internet viruses are similar in nature to human viruses; they capitalize on the same behaviors that humans exhibit in the real world to replicate themselves and spread.

Many viruses are spread through sex including the deadliest and most annoying - HIV and the Herp. Viruses' mobility has evolved to take advantage of humans' biological urge to have sex. It is an efficient means to circumvent individual's immune systems that eventually become wise to the viruses and adapt. To prosper, viruses have to change hosts. This frequent adaptation keeps human's immune systems on their toes trying to cope with invading viruses. This is the thrust behind the argument in the book The Red Queen by Matthew Ridley.

Computer viruses infiltrate the same human weakness: desire to have sex. Sex isn't actually occurring on the Web, but for all intents and purposes, our bodies believe it is. Internet viruses are spread mostly through porn websites. I'd guess that people surfing the web for porn are much more careless with the websites they browse in their attempt to find something that gets them off. The viruses take advantage of this risky behavior, much like human pathogens.

In The Red Queen, Ridley posited that humans adapt ways to determine if a potential mate is healthy and pathogen-free. They look for signs of health and symmetry. With porn websites, browsers develop a certain feel for what looks safe. If the site looks "unhealthy" with things out of place or have off-the-wall images, we know that we should probably click on the X at the top of the screen.

Dealing With the Orgasm Cycle

A couple of years ago, a Bulgarian friend of mine said to me "Chuk Chuk (with an umlaut over the "u" my name means "The Hammer") why should we want to expel our fluids so often? They provide our energy." He was talking about semen. At the time I chalked his observation up to some mystical hogwash he was reading at the time. But the thought stuck with me.

Mens' bodies are engaged in a battle. On the one hand, we have a biological imperative to sperminate females. If we have a real woman available, we can engage in multiple sex acts each day or go on weekend long benders in which we don't leave the house and are forced to crawl to the bathroom. Absent a real-life highway to heaven, our recollection of encounters with womens' warm passageways or virtual images serve as a proxy. Our brains, adhering to the "Savanna Principle" know that they want our bodies to expel the fluid it has created. Like an Italian mother's dinner; you'd damn well better eat.

The orgasm isn't merely a physical response to surface friction and erotic mental imagery; like cold fusion, the orgasm is an effect that is greater than the sum of its inputs. Without neurochemical response in the brain, we wouldn't know what an orgasm is. As such, the orgasm has become a perfect excuse for the body to desire to expel its life-force.

Termed the Orgasm/Passion Cycle on Marnia Robinson's insightful blog Cupid's Poisoned Arrow, orgasm releases chemicals that shake up its hormonal balance. Dopamine, oxytocin and other chemicals are present. Testosterone peaks 7 days after ejaculation, and it can take up to 14 days before our bodies are in the previously balanced state. The pitfall to being in a relationship is that frequent sex leads to a situation where the body becomes dependent on dopamine released through orgasm. Perhaps as a biological strategy at mate diversification, sexual intercourse with one partner has diminishing marginal returns. We aren't as happy with each new copulation as we were with the last one.

Our orgasm overload and subsequent distorted "Passion Cycle" can lead to irritability and depression. It also leads to horniness, perhaps because a release of semen indicates that a sex act has taken place which further gives social proof that the ejaculator is of superior genetic quality (that hypothesis is strictly mine as far as I know).

I'm interested in counteracting my biological impulse which expends large amounts of energy. If, in some behavioral aspects, humans are still stuck on the African savanna thousands of years ago, we aren't cut out for all this ejaculation. Even though our brains are wired to want to orgasm, thereby wanting to ejaculate, it doesn't mean that we should overload the system. Just as we have an innate drive to desire sweet food (which compelled us to forage for energy-rich food in our more primal environments), what's good isn't always what's best. While orgasm may have been a novel mutation that helped spread human seed, its negative effects on our mood and behavior haven't been selected against. This poses a problem for our mental health and relationships.

I want to see if my behavior and mood changes and if my energy levels increase if I abstain from participating in the Orgasm Cycle. So I'm taking a two week hiatus from sex and self-gratification starting.....Monday.

This Man's Only Savior Is Death

In this neck of the woods, its commonplace to assume that only the younger generation of men - those in their 40s and below - suffer the brunt of dilapidated marital conditions and evil wives. This news story from the NY Daily Observer shows that men of all ages are doomed.

Beefy shrew fingers


Angelo Percolo is to blame for it. After all, he threw away a Dixie cup in which his demented prune of a wife decided to store her wedding and engagement rings. Doing his husbandly duty, the 78 year-old threw the cup away and took out the garbage. After realizing the mistake, Angelo's wife berated the Korean War Veteran for his stupidity. Being of a more stupid chivalrous generation, Percolo scurried to the garbage facility to root through 10 tons of trash to re-secure the down payment on his wife's snatch rings.

Heroically and beyond probability, Percolo found the rings. One would expect ticker-tape parades and/or a commemorative blowjob for such a feat. But no, Percolo was greeted with a hero's welcome of "You smell like garbage." Thanks honey, here's your fucking ring that you threw away would be my response, but then, I'm not married.

As per the nature of the beasts, Mrs. Percolo placed blame solely on her husband's throat but took credit for the improbable find saying "It's a miracle I tell you, but I knew we would find them." Apparently she was there in spirit while her husband rooted around through rotten foodstuff, bloody tampons, used condoms, and poop - lots and lots of poop. I suspect she was actually at home upping the ante on her husband's life insurance policy.

The Percolo's were married during the Korean War at which time the poor serviceman and his lovely bride exchanged simple wedding bands. After success in business, Percolo bought her new bands 30 years ago. Such a gesture was met with these kind words from the wife after the recent incident: "He actually chose these, so they have more meaning for me and him." Yes, I'm sure the lustre and high carat number had nothing to do with the "meaning". How about the meaning behind marrying your sweetheart during his break from war? How about the memories of being young and in love despite the simplicity of your marriage badges?

Unable to let sleeping dogs lie (poor Mr. Percolo), the missus continued: "I don't know why he thought it was garbage. Now I'm going to put them away in a safe place every night." Your bedraggled, unused, lock trap snatch would probably suffice.

Hump Day: Sex Observations

* I've noticed that if I'm more sexually active, I'm hornier. Rather than fulfilling my desire for sex, I want more of it. There is a point at which I become physically worn out, but there is also a window within which sex begets a desire for more sex.

* Porn. There, I said the word. You're desensitized. All throughout my porn-watching career (I'm sure they'll retire my IP address if I ever decide to quit), I've noticed a tendency to fall into something similar to window shopping. Facing a paradox of choice, its possible to spend an inordinate amount of time searching for the right scene. You may stumble upon something that looks promising, but you're more worried about missing out on a scene that involves women's heads exploding from orgasm or something equally as arousing. You only end up "settling" on a scene after your ass starts losing feeling or your retinas begin to burn.

* Also, have you ever found the type of scene I mentioned above - the one that you think will always hold a special place on your hard drive? It's the perfect scene; it has your favorite porn star before the drug habit and the horrible boob job, and you can tell she's not faking the orgasms. You have the feeling that this is the scene to end all scenes; instead of searching websites for new material, this one will always do the trick. You soon find out, after a couple of viewings, that this scene doesn't do it for you anymore. It's time to move on; bestiality is only a few mouse clicks away.

* Following from my first few observations, is it wise for men who don't get sex - but desire sex - to view porn or masturbate? Being that the only goal of these is orgasm which induces a desire for and increases the value of that drug, porn merely serves to place high value on that outcome. Orgasm is the source of much angst regarding ability to procure women.

For men who can't get laid, I advocate avoidance of porn watching and masturbation. I'm not arguing that this will magically lure women to them, rather, it will keep them from feeling bitter and angry at their plight. I've known quite a few guys who have gone on masturbation detox; they say its not hard after a week or so.

Orgasm has been shown to have effects similar to heroin. In fact, I wrote a flash story about it:

There was urine-caked pubic hair lining the joint between the toilet seat and the porcelain base. The musty smell of moistened-then-dried-then-moistened again towels were the olfactorial motif - the clank of water drops on the rusted drain top was the soundtrack. I had to make this quick. If I stayed in this shit-hole too long people would know what I was up to; plus, the chill and the smell was enough to help me speed up the process. Either way, I knew that in two minutes I wouldn't care where I was; I'd be fixed by then.

Sketchy bathrooms weren't the only place I'd fed my habit before. I've done it in clean bathrooms too. I've done it at my grandma's house; I've done it at friends' grandma's houses. I'm incorrigible, but the beast has to be fed. If it isn't, it will eat my brain and turn me into a person I wouldn't recognize. I turn moody and dark. I lash out at those who prolong my time to satiation; I'm doing this for their own good.

My belt-buckle tinks as I break out the works. My hand serves as a tourniquet squeezing hard and bringing the veins to the surface. While I'm in the throes of pleasure, as the drip begins to flow, a buffalo stampede couldn't force me to lay off the junk. For a ten second window, I'd be powerless to cover myself should anybody enter the lavatory. As the drug enters my bloodstream, my eyelids flutter and I let out an audible grunt that disturbs the background music playing in 4-4 time on the drain.

After thousands of times, the clean-up method is second-nature. Its done with the precision of a race car pit crew changing a tire or filling up the gas tank. Wipe away this fluid; drop the tissue into the toilet. Put the works back in their proper place; re buckle the belt; flush; wash the hands. Wait 10 seconds before opening the door to make it all seem natural.

Walk back to the others and mention that the faucet is leaking.

If orgasm produces an effect and addiction similar to heroin, why not try to kick it? Satiating your desire on a daily (semi-daily) basis only ratchets up your desire for more of the drug. Kicking your orgasm habit will relieve the pressure and self-loathing you're feeling by not obtaining those women in the flesh.

* Again, back to porn. I've mentioned the lost art of kissing in the porn age. When in sexual situations, men, using templates from porn movies, forgo the kiss and head straight to jackhammering. They follow the pattern of "cunnilingus, blowjob, missionary, doggystyle" with the requisite orgasms dropped into their proper places. It's a recipe, a plan, a blueprint, and its not in concert with what we hope relationship sex will be. Porn has also placed too much emphasis on orgasm. Orgasm isn't a necessary ingredient to having good sex. Of course, orgasms feel great, but when they become the focal point, any accretive value they have is lost. Sex is valued, rewarded, and cherished more for the conditions surrounding it than in what actually happens. Recently, my most memorable and coupling moments were in my car in front of a university police station and outside my girlfriend's apartment building. No orgasms were involved.

* Our limbic system wants us to have orgasms. Not knowing that our fluids are being ejected into toilet tissue rather than the vagina, we are programmed to want to ejaculate in order to spread our seed. Just as we subconsciously develop strategies to trick mates into parental investment, the fact that orgasms and sex feel good doesn't mean they are the healthiest things for our psyche and well-being. As such, after a weekend-long sexual tryst with the GF, I plan to abstain from orgasm for 2 weeks just to see what it does.

Slouching Towards Libertinia at The Spearhead

I have another post up at The Spearhead titled "Slouching Towards Libertinia." It analyzes Guttentag and Secord's matrix for gender behavior under an array of sex ratio climates and structural power regimes.

I try to argue that modern society's move towards LIBERTINIA - towards sexual promiscuity and reversed gender roles - was inevitable. Once women increased structural power, because of how power is acted on and used, the government would serve as one giant alpha provider for many, many women. In short, the government has displaced individual beta males allowing women to become more hypergamous and develop cues similar to those under a dual mating strategy.

The DJ Plays God: Tiesto Edition*

A Dutch house music DJ, Tiesto is heralded as the Best DJ in the world by those who determine such rankings. For some reason, these international DJs are worshipped as Gods. I know very little about house music, electronic music, or trance; I still think it all falls under the same umbrella of Ace of Base and Haddaway, and I call it all techno.

Tiesto's performance and his worshiping fans struck a spiritual chord with me. Actually, it didn't strike a chord with me per se, I just realize that it struck a chord with almost all of the audience and I stood amazed that each of Tiesto's fans felt something greater than the combination of his beats and melodies - something from a higher plane. For several hours two Thursdays ago in Kansas City, Tiesto was God to a couple thousand fans.





DJs like Tiesto assume the Godhead for the multiple hours they flip discs. Tiesto's introductory track was backed by a light board that projected a tunnel of lumination. The effect made the audience feel as if we were moving through the tunnel towards God. The tunnel of light was similar to the one I've heard babies pass through upon birth or the scene in reported Near Death Experiences. Tiesto is God, and he is bringing life - earthly or ethereal - to his fans. One shouldn't be surprised at the audacity. Tiesto's opening act called himself Genisis indicating he was either the beginning of the show or the Beginning of music - a lofty statement.

A show like Tiesto's puts the DJ on stage, behind a sound board, 4 or 5 spinning discs, between two massive speakers, and at the epicenter of thousands of rabid fans. Unlike a normal concert, Tiesto was the only focal point. He commanded complete attention. Tiesto created it all. The audience hung on every mix, every lull in the beat that premeditated a massive bass drop. Like God, with the twist of a knob between his index finger and thumb, he controlled his subjects. They moved in whichever way he wanted. Loop the cadence for 10 minutes, let the audience writh with anticipation, and hit them with a sonic embolism.

House music - or whatever the dozens of offshoots call themselves nowadays - is a spiritual experience, even though the audience thinks of it a different way and would define the terms differently. The young fans thrive on its chaos, yet they don't realize that the music is precisely ordered and controlled; they don't realize that Tiesto or any other DJ is a mechanism through which spiritual energy flows. One notices this by observing that every person dancing along moves in the exact same way. Whether they have dance skills equal to Michael Jackson's or they have two left feet like me, every body writhes and bounces in similar fashion. This produces the great simulataneous heaving seen in top-down pictures of house concert crowds. The fans, while hoping to express their individuality, inevitably produce one massive body moving in unison and with grace. In moments like those one realizes that there is some spiritual energy in the world. While trying to behave as a single entity, the audience can't escape their oneness with one another.

The crowd even had a hand signal for him - two outward facing palms joined at the thumb to form wings - that they hold up incrementally. Many people, often the young, worship such figures because they have nothing else to worship. Often they rebel against the status quo and its definition of religous spirituality. Subconciously seeking an outlet, they seek their spiritual energy from something or someone. Perhaps its drugs, or perhaps its music. Perhaps they worship Tiesto for only a few hours, or maybe it lasts longer than that. Either way, the musician, and due to his autonomy and mystery, the DJ, is God-like to these people. They are controlled by his every move; something he is omnipotently aware of. In their internal world of chaos, they find order in his beats and mixes which are merely mediums of spiritual energy, and they worship the DJ for it.

*A completely different post could rightly discuss the panty-moistening qualities of house music and DJs in general. Some fathers want their children to grow up to be doctors, lawyers, or football stars; I want my kid to learn how to spin records.

Committing to Your Woman Will Cause Her Libido to Wane

Various voices in the blogosphere think that the way to a happy, healthy long-term relationship for a man is to obtain a "deeper" connection with their woman. Doing so gets past all the games and allows the couple to flourish on a spiritual, emotional, and mental level. I'm all for getting deeper - doggystyle is good for that.

Now, a male writer for Double X, Daniel Bergner, has posited the question of why womens' interest in long-term relationship sex wanes quicker than mens'. The only major study on the subject (which the author doesn't cite) posits that men's libido remains relatively stable in the LTR while the woman's declines within the year or two after the relationship has begun.

Bergner, says:

"It’s an idea that runs somewhat counter to the assumption that female desire tends to depend a great deal on the depth of relationships, on intimacy."

Yes, these assumptions come straight from the Todd White and Conor Friedersdorf School of White-Knighting (I hear they have the best "Pedalstry" program around).

I came across an academic paper Women's Sexual Strategies: The Evolution of Long-Term Bonds and Extrapair Sex that should be the Bible of evolutionary psychologists and Game enthusiasts alike. The authors, Elizabeth Pillsworth and Martie Haselton of UCLA, proffer a great working definition of evo psych as it applies to women's mating/dating strategies:

"The working hypothesis of most evolutionary psychologists is that the mind contains many specialized adaptations akin to the different organs of the body; each organ in the body has a specific function, and so to should the mechanisms of the mind. Because mating decisions play a central role in reproduction, and thus in human evolution, our expectation is that there will be many richly specified adaptations underlying womens' sexual behavior."

Women have two different strategies for mating: coupling for long-term partnerships and dual mating - or cuckoldry - to maximize fitness of progeny. Given natural constraints on ability to choose mates, women have to make tradeoffs between the two strategies. They desire both investment from the father and superior genetic investment from another more fit male. Up until now, it seems that we've assumed that women adopt one or the other strategy and stick with it for life. Recent research suggests that strategies are contingent on life-stage, environment, underlying sex ratios, overarching structural power hierarchies, and contraception use. Sorting through this to answer the question "What do women want?" is quite a chore indeed.

How does this apply to long-term relationships that you and I might be in? How does a woman's evolved, disparate strategies affect men's behavior in those relationships? Also, how can we bring all of this information together to advocate LTR Game? The research that Bergner alluded to comes from this piece (HT: Randall Parker) that shows that women's sex drives in long-term relationships decline markedly while the male partner's remains the same. While the study is a novel piece of pop psychology, there are other academic studies that show the same trend.

In their research Women's preference for dominant male odour: effects of menstrual cycle and relationship status, Havlicek, Roberts, and Flegr show that women in long-term relationships favored the scent of more symmetrical - thus more genetically healthy - men than did single women.

Pillsworth and Haselton summarize the researches findings:

"This effect was considerably stronger in women who already had
long-term mates as opposed to those who were single, suggesting that the effect
could be driven by adaptations specifically for extrapair meeting."

Likewise, in their paper Partnership status and the temporal context of relationships influence human female preferences for sexual dimorphism in the male face shape, Little, Jones, Penton-Voak, Burt, and Perrett show that partnered women prefer more masculine faces than single women. These two pieces of research - among others - shows that women in relationships have preferences for more genetically fit men. At some point, they trigger a strategy for securing superior genes from fit male partners. They switch from the coupling strategy to the dual mating one. If this switch weren't the case, single women would exhibit the same preferences, but they don't. For the sake of my analysis, I'll assume that the different pieces of research accounted for age's effects on a woman's libido. In other words, a 25 year-old woman in a LTR will be more attracted to genetically superior men than a 25 year-old single woman.

Again, what does this mean for us men in LTRs?

I'm sad to say, but it compels us to forgo commitment if we're looking for a sexually equitable relationship. We can remain monogamous, but providing the traditional signals of loyalty - engagement rings, vow exchanges, promises - only undercut our potential happiness. Men in relationships have an incentive to develop strategies to prevent women from switching their strategy from long-term coupling to short-term dual mating. Game serves to keep the relationship always in the short-term - at least in her eyes.

In short, we have to employ LTR game that Dave from Hawaii preaches. Serving everything up on a platter of chivalry does nothing to secure your woman. Telling her your deepest desires, secrets, hopes, and dreams and offering your life to her only activates the mechanism by which she will seek out another man. Assuming that she's thoroughly socialized against cheating (she's aware of the social shaming or she's properly dogmatized), a woman will merely be less physically attracted to a man she thinks is totally committed rather than actively cheating. From a sexual satisfaction standpoint, the effects are the same for the man. Men need to neg rather than suck up; stay physically fit rather than accepting grand notions of her unconditional love no matter how big your belly; maintain the air of having options. If options aren't available, at least make it known that options could be available and your exploring them isn't off the table. None of these behaviors have to be immoral lies like some traditional conservatives would have us believe; they are merely counter-strategies to a woman's biologically-driven battle plan.

To tinker with the words of the Chairman of the Board, this is what women sing when they have a committed man:

"I've got my man on a string
I'm sittin' on a rainbow
Got my man wrapped 'round my finger
What a world, what a life, he's in love."

Some argue for extreme measures to solve the problem of a waning female libido. While I don't personally advocate cheating, complete devotion, capitulation, and commitment to a woman does not serve us men best. We may initially feel good because we buy into some notion that we have become a certain woman's Prince Charming, but we are merely telling ourselves that to justify our choice. Traditional conservatives believe that humans should overcome our evolutionarily ingrained behaviors and attractions in order to take their relationships to a higher level of satisfaction. I'd argue that what they are arguing for it merely akin to putting a bottle of soda in a hot car. Rather than liquid coming out, steam will slowly escape. Likewise, a "proper" traditional relationship - without the taint of Game - will have other problems. If the man commits himself wholesale - blindly in the name of chivalrous love - and telegraphs such information to his wife or long-term partner, she will invariably switch strategies. She may not seek out another partner, but she will abide by the "Savanna Principle"; she will still act in accord with her primal roots. While she'll uphold the facade of traditional partnership - forgoing cheating, her libido will wane; the relationship will be devoid of the sex a man needs to remain in tune with his partner. If traditionalists and anti-Gamers want men and women to have higher-planed relationships, they'll have to nullify men's sexual appetites and desire for sexual relationships. If they succeed in muting those desires - after all, our higher calling is to slough off our evolved desires and behaviors - we will cease to be men at all.