Friday, September 26, 2014

Why and How You Should Fight Feminism

Why You Should Fight Feminism:

As one absorbs the effects of taking the red pill, one inevitably comes to the question: "Should I ignore feminism? Should I fight it? Should I join it? Is it worth the effort?" An extension of that question then arises: "Would I want feminism to spread outside the West, which I happen to be escaping, due primarily to its women? Would I want other men and women - including my own sons and daughters, if I have any - to have no choice?"

As you might see what I just implied, motivation for fighting feminism can be split in two camps: selfish reasons, and altruistic reasons.

Selfish reason: I like masculine women about as much as women like feminine men. Don't get me wrong, I like drinking buddies, and I'm sure women love shopping with their friends, but no sexual attraction is to be had in either case; no yin to the yang.

Altruistic reason: Civilization is better for everyone. Among other things, it requires beta male competition and contribution. Humans do not reproduce asexually for a variety of good reasons (faster evolution, more varied evolution, etc). However, beta males will drop out if they cannot earn sufficient incentives to compete and contribute. If forced, they will waste most of their energy attempting to circumvent such force and become alpha, instead of competing and contributing. Unfortunately, lower-income African-American communities are an example of beta males dropping out.

How You Should Fight Feminism:

The key here is not to fight feminists, per se, since they will not even consider anything you say, even if you are a woman who opposes feminism. The reason for that is that it is not in their self-interest to consider your points, no matter how logical they are. For them to do so would be to reduce the flow of otherwise forced redistribution of power in their favor.

No, the key here, in those fights with feminists, is to win the hearts and minds of those who can be converted - the people in the middle. The key here is to get these folks unplugged from the Matrix. However, they cannot be forcibly unplugged. Until they are unplugged, they are still a part of said Matrix, and may even defend it, in complete contrast to their self-interest, never mind their altruistic one. What must happen then is that they must be guided to unplug themselves. It starts with providing the explanations for the seemingly small glitches inherent in the Matrix, such as "why do girls like jerks?" and "but why do girls say they like nice guys?" Once they dig deeper and find that the red-pill manosphere provides a consistent framework that explains what they used to see as unexplainable, they will never go back to seeing it as unexplainable, and they will reject inconsistent competing frameworks, such as feminism.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Scout Trip Versus The Bang Trip

Guys like Roosh and Krauser have posted many things about "the bang trip." Among them is the necessary time you'll need for the trip, which they recommend at a minimum of a week or two, starting mid-week. Based on their experiences, this makes sense, since even with pipelining (setting up dates online before you arrive), it make take more than a few first dates to accomplish your mission.

But what if your mission trip is scouting for more permanent relocation? In that case, your mission, and thus your timetable, are quite different. You're there to simply confirm or deny the research you've done online, thus answering the question, "would I like to live here for a few weeks or more, or would I rather do that elsewhere for now?" Depending on the size and quality of your destination's online expat community, you may find the bulk of the information you're looking for online, so the timetable for your scouting trip can be shorter, likely less than a week for each destination - so pack another destination or two in, depending on how much time you've got. On the flip side, if you're boldly going where no one has gone before, you may need a week or more just to get the same information. In either case, you're delaying gratification, compared to the "bang trip," with the payoff being much less time constraints.

Case in point: I've been in Makati for only three days so far, but based on the plethora of what I've read online, and from what I've confirmed from being here, I can already say that I would probably enjoy at least a few weeks here. The problem is that I allocated a whole week to this. Part of that week could've been allocated to the longer stay required for another relatively nearby destination I'm interested in, Vladivostok, which as I understand requires a visa well in advance. Still, not bad to learn that and more from just a few days into my first scouting trip.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

An Abundance of Girls: Grappling With The Idea

When I woke up this morning in Makati, my first thought was, "holy cow, girls want me here." Granted, I'm only seeing the tip of the iceberg - I haven't even touched it yet - but now I'm confronted with a new question: what would I want with these girls if I lived here? Should I bang the hot ones and then wife up a nice one? Or should my project be to wife up the best one?

The idea of an abundance of girls didn't truly cross my mind in America. Granted, I'd put in enough work at daygame - basically taking it as a part-time job - where I knew if I put in enough effort, I could at least get first dates. So I had some abundance, albeit with a part-time job's effort. In contrast, here in Makati, I can already foresee relatively more abundance, even with my half-assed online dating, and simple recognition of IOIs on the street.

But the new question still stands - sow your wild oats, or sow your best oats? Part of me is thinking that my beta programming is running interference. However, another part of me is looking at the experiences of men who've gone down the hedonistic path - Roosh and Krauser come to mind - and seeing the boredom that eventually develops. Perhaps when you're relatively starving, as most men are in the West, including myself, the idea of a buffet seems like heaven. But once you have the resources to afford what you want, you choose to consume for the benefit of other projects in your life, rather than gorging yourself on buffets until you're bored, simply because they're there.

The project of a family definitely appeals to me, but I know it comes at the steep cost of freedom. The thing is though, I'm doing much less with that freedom in my 30's than in my 20's, when it was new to me. Traveling, skiing, eating out - I still enjoy these things, but not nearly as much as I used to. Damn hedonistic adaptation! But I'm definitely grateful for those experiences and for those who enabled them (I've heard that actively being thankful for what you already have is the best way to fight hedonistic adaptation, but I really need to do it more.)

What I know for sure is that the project of a family has to be approached carefully. Last thing I want to do is be the typical starving Western male, and rush into creating a family, while being blind to my options and the red flags I should be looking for. On those options, I've already got time blocked on the calendar to visit South America (likely Columbia) and Eastern Europe (likely Sofia, Bulgaria, and Kiev, Ukraine). I would've visited Vladivostok on this Manila trip if I'd had the foresight to get the Russian visa, but I'll get that on the calendar as well.

Manila: Second Impressions

Here's what I've done since my last update. Skip to highlights if you don't care about context.

Day 2:
Went grocery shopping for the stuff I'd normally buy in the US (it was roughly 50% cheaper),
Walked for about half an hour to Glorietta Mall,
Got a haircut there,
Did some crowd-watching,
Walked back, and
Scheduled my first surf lesson ever for the next day at Club Manila East.

Day 3:
Rescheduled my surf lesson since I wasted too much time trying to figure out taxi phone apps here,
Used the EasyTaxi app to take a mere 280 php taxi from Makati to Taytay, about 1 hour away (Google claimed it was 30 minutes, since it was only about 18 km away, but Google didn't take into account Metro Manila's traffic),
Enjoyed a private weekday 2-hour surfing lesson for a mere 1,500 php (all inclusive, including surfboard rental),
Took my first ever Jeepney ride to get from Club Manila East to Taytay proper, since EasyTaxi didn't work out there,
Took my first ever tricycle ride to get around Taytay to a taxi stand, and
Took a taxi back to Makati.

While walking back and forth to Glorietta Mall, I'm pretty sure I caught a few Filipinas giving me IOI stares (IOI = Indication Of Interest). This may be due to my relative tallness and build (5'9" with enough muscles to have a few American girls compliment). Obviously can't say for certain whether the stares were IOIs, since I didn't approach any of them and flip the stones, but it's definitely more than I get in the US, where the competition is tougher (but the prizes at the least aren't correspondingly better).

Paralleling that experience, I'm definitely getting a higher initial response rate from my lazy toe-dipping here at online dating. I'd probably follow through with this and daygame if I wasn't leaving so soon, since I don't have enough time to take these girls out.

On the con side, I was exposed to the relative inefficiency of Manila. It's not a huge deal for someone on the leisure like me, but I don't want to kid anyone into thinking this is the US but with better women. Finding the haircut place at Glorietta Mall was only possible when I stumbled upon a computerized map, which for some reason, wasn't at any of the mall entrances, but at a random intersection, and on the third floor. Also, in Taytay, the EasyTaxi app was useless, likely because the taxi drivers there can't afford smartphones. Road infrastructure, like any third world country, lags behind traffic demand. Again though, just minor annoyances, especially for the leisure traveler like me.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Manila: First Impressions

Today is my first of several days in Manila (Makati, to be exact). I'm here to basically do a trial run of early retirement here. So far, here's what I've done: I got here late last evening and took a yellow taxi to my AirBnb apartment. My plan early this morning (around 7:30ish) was to go grocery shopping, but nothing here except for Starbucks opens until 10. I didn't have any food in the apartment, so a 115 php Starbucks sandwich was breakfast.

My first impression of Manila is that it reminded me of Bangkok. Take away the signs in English, and tell me I'm in Bangkok, and I'd believe you. As expected, the Filipinos think I'm Filipino. But the interesting thing is that the level of English penetration isn't as deep as advertised. It's definitely better than Bangkok, don't get me wrong, where English is more or less useless, but you will run into Filipinos who don't speak English. Obviously it's a bit early in my trip to say how often that will be, but if I did retire here, I'd definitely try to learn Tagalog, especially since I look Filipino.

As for the girls, also obviously a bit early to say anything about them, but my first impression about them is mixed. Purely from a looks perspective, I can't say I've seen any stunners, but most of them are in good shape. Filipinos in general are shorter than I expected; I feel they're generally shorter than Thais, but maybe my reference point is still Atlanta, with its generally tall (but sometimes surprisingly short) black guys. It may also be that it's in our DNA to be attracted to looks that are different from ours; I'll find out when I visit Eastern Europe, and to a lesser extent, South America.

From an early retirement perspective, part of me is worried about what the heck I'll do with my time. That's the first thing I thought of this morning. But maybe that's because I'm used to work taking the bulk of my time, with errands coming in second, and hobbies coming in last (which usually was daygame). I can't remember the last time I played the two musical instruments I own, or went for a cycling joyride (instead of daygaming). I'm going to see if I can take surfing lessons at the wave pool here, so maybe I'll like that. Surfing looked fun in the movie Point Break, anyway.