Check today’s Dalrock & Rollo Tomassi posts for proper context for this video.

Haha. So. Beauty cheats on Nerd, Nerd exposes her.

Beauty gets angry at Nerd. What’s wrong with HIM?

She’s the one at fault, but she manages to avoid blame by putting the onus everywhere else.  Maybe she can escape punishment if she acts like the one being injured.

It works. Nerd begs for forgiveness. Seriously. Maybe he needs kamasutra lessons too.

From this point on, any new spectator is just going to see a running Beauty being chased by an evil supplicating Nerd. Yeah, I can be your white knight too, baby. Just come closer. And go lower. Yes baby that feels good!

But.

Why is the other dude wearing a pink bandana?

Why on earth, why?

Throwing some crazy-drinks party at home… most of which happened at the kitchen. Im going to turn my meetings into a biz and run a real bar at some point.

Yup.

From the video, emphasis mine:

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 ”When people feel entitled to something they dont generally feel like they have to earn it, and they generally dont go about trying to get it by tripping over themselves as being of service, or going to the edge of the world to impress someone, prove themselves to them, or even being noticed.

When you feel entitled to something you dont jump through hoops.

You expect those things to be handed to you for a little to no effort. Just for wanting them.”

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The cure for nice guys is to actually feel entitled. To stop jumping through hoops.

http://yohami.com/blog/2011/11/23/i-tell-people-what-to-do/

Because girls are wired to feel aroused by strong, powerful, confident men who know what they want and how to get it.

And girls are wired to feel repulsed to weak, whiny, bitter guys who don’t know what they want or can’t get what they want.

So when the girl is softly courted by a guy below her who’s willing to do everything she wants just for a chance to be with her, read, “nice”, and she makes him jump through hoops for diversion, or to feel less lonely, or to have her ego validated, or to extract favors, time, attention, comfort from him, with no intention to pay back with sex or romantic interest… when the “nice” guy gets angry and frustrated and bumps those not so nice feelings into her… then she feels bad.

But the wiring, the repulsion is still there.

Why can’t he be more… manly? Why is that doing shit for her and taking care of her needs is not enough? Why change the deal now? Why so angry, so bitter, so pushy, so demanding, so unattractive? Why would such a limp dick get access to such a pristine vagina? Who does he think he is? Why so accusatory?

She feels bad, so she turns the table and makes him the bad person.

Hi, defense mechanisms.

http://rationalmale.wordpress.com/2012/11/29/friends-like-these/

http://yohami.com/blog/2012/06/07/deti-wisdom-never-never-be-friends-with-any-woman-who-lets-just-be-friends-you/

http://yohami.com/blog/2012/07/20/so-why-bother-with-a-long-term-relationship/

When girls hate nice guys is because they offer a reflection. And the girl in the reflection isn’t nice.

In response to http://www.afterpsychotherapy.com/shame-and-indifference/

If you send vague texts, you not only avoid rejection, but also avoid putting the girl on the spot.

Girls like to avoid any responsibility and accountability when it comes to hooking up and courtship. Girls also prefer indirect or contextualized communication, or, “hints” instead of direct overt communication. Plus girls prefer when the magic “just happens” (which usually means someone else is doing the work to make them happen, but that’s a different subject). And girls want to be swept off their feet, and girls want dominant men and dont want to be asked for approval or instructions – or in other words a man who can give them what they want, without having to ask what is it. But whatever the case, they dont want to be put on the spot. Whatever happens, they dont want to be held responsible. They dont want to pay for it.

So if you call her and say “hey I met you last night I like you let’s go on a date” she has to respond yes or no immediately. She’s put on the spot.

If you text with imprecise invitations “sup” “hey [Im gonna] [watch a movie] [wanna come][with friends]?” there’s no spot, she has no accountability.

If you invite her to “hang around” which at the end of the night involves drinks, dance, and sex, for her all just happened in the spark of the moment. She didnt need to think of it, plan for it. She could have changed her mind in the middle of the “date”, there’s an ample ground for improvisation and being in the moment, because the situation is open ended. Its the realm of being in the now. Short, immediate satisfaction realm.

But if you tell her “hey we met last night, I like you let’s go on a date the two of us, grab a few drinks and then go back to your place and fuck”, she’s probably going to say no.

Covert, vague courtship works better than direct overt courtship.

Usually women excel at covert, vague communication while men suck at it.

If men are switching to vagueness and covert is because it increases their chances with women. Still, it’s not the preferred way of communication: most of us would rather just state, “hey, you and me, now”, and be done.

While girls thrive in the emotional uncertainty, as long as things just happen and they dont have to make hard choices.

The stereotype she talks about is actually an apex fallacy: high status men, or in the eyes of women, “real men” apologize less, or dont apologize at all, in contrast to the majority of men who apologize all the time, specially to women.

The rest of the video is bogus because it’s based on “self reported”, or in other words, biased data.

Anyway, Carlotta had this question at Vox’s post about dominance and submission.

“Could this be applied to male/female relationships?
For instance, someone married to a Sigma, Alpha or high Beta gets in a fight with them. He will not apologize, for nothing. Or, she is wrong and he simply will not give in until she apologizes, publically, repeatedly.

I am just wondering if for those who are just understanding all this, maybe this has applications in marriage as well.

I can tell you, I have seen gammas’ fight with their wives and everyone is disgusted. You kind of get the feeling that even the wife wishes he would stand the heck up to her.”

Alpha can apologize if he’s wrong. But wont apologize as a way to avoid conflict or release the tension.

Beta’s strategy is to apologize always even if he doesn’t know what’s going on. He can’t handle pressure or tension, so he gives in first. Actually “giving in” is what he brings to the table.

Alpha accepts apologies when it’s due, and accepts submission always. The offending party doesn’t need to know what they did wrong as long as they concede the lead and get out of the way.

In more detail:

“Could this be applied to male/female relationships? For instance, someone married to a Sigma, Alpha or high Beta gets in a fight with them. He will not apologize, for nothing.”

What usually happens is that the woman is trying to dominate the husband, and wants him to apologize as a way to get him to concede power. It’s not that the Alpha wont apologize for nothing, it’s that he won’t apologize as long as he thinks he did nothing wrong, and / or as long apologizing means submission.

And then you have narcissists, of both genders and all over the spectrum, who truly think they did nothing wrong and will only apologize when they are already on their knees and it’s too late, and not because they think they did anything wrong but because they see that apologizing is the only way to keep their narcissist supply, eg, salvage the relationship so they can keep on the abuse… but that’s a separate subject.

“Or, she is wrong and he simply will not give in until she apologizes, publically, repeatedly.”

This sounds more like humiliation. See. A real alpha… not just a dude who’s seating on the throne but doesn’t incarnate the archetype… a “real” alpha is above you but is leading the way and provisioning so you can follow his same steps – leading by example. Will kick your ass and call you out when you do wrong. And demand submissiveness when you attempt to put him down. But it’s not about humiliation. It’s not about hurting you. It’s the same mold as when you have kids and they misbehave. You don’t correct them and set strict rules and call them out because you want to destroy them, but because it’s your responsibility to do so.

I love this guy, raw, honest and in the moment. Plus he just killed a fat rapist jesus christ impersonator. Doing the “right thing” with no shame and no remorse.

Way to go.

I want you to turn my life up down – plus that’s some talented prostitute

Ricky Raw has a new post about manic pixie girls, and you also need his stuff on prisoner’s dilemma and collaborators vs competitors for context.

And my take:

The narcissist is the narcissistic supply of the codependent – the other only exists as a drug that fuels your own self acceptance.

The codependent attempts to “pay” for the drug and might even be fair in the trade, might be attempting collaborative game, not without throwing tamtrums / ultimatums of their own from time to time.

The narcissist instead “lures” offers superficial goods, caters to the codependent’s weaknesses and prey and extracts as many resources as they can before discarding them, playing competitive game since the start, and every move is calculated to win over the codependent, while every move of the codependent is calculated to control, tame and keep the narcissist or, “work things out”.

The narcissist finds someone to adore them and the codependent finds something to adore and both fill their self acceptance until the transaction gets exhausted. In the exchange, the goods go to the narcissist and the craps to the codependent. If the codependent has a martir / victim complex and the narcissist has a sadist angle, this can go on for quite a while.

The codependent ends up asking how was it possible that all the goods where there and they weren’t able to take them, and regretting all they paid for nothing. The narcissist ends up annoyed at the codependent’s attempt at a “fair exchange”, but with a feeling of superiority over the codependent’s weakness and blindness.

After many rounds, codependents might understand the competitive games and start playing them themselves – switch to narcissim.

Yeah dude, fuck my girlfriend, I dont mind.

I am an Omega and Im five years old. We are playing the lion and other animals in kindergarden. She says she wants to marry mr zebra. And that I am never going to be her boyfriend.

Six. Blonde cute princess. I make a paper collar, a ring and some drawings for her. Wrap them into a letter, asking if she wants to be my girlfriend. Later I see her wearing the collar, but never get a response.

Seven. I am with this brunette tomboy girl and we are best friends. I also want to jump on top of her, but not sure what for exactly. The kids chant and tease that Im her boyfriend. I deny it.

Eight. I fall in love with a cartoon character. “The girl of the flowers”. She had magical powers. She has a boyfriend, he saves her from time to time.

Nine. I keep Nati’s heart shaped picture in my pocket for a year. When I return to town and see her again she wants to kiss and stuff. I want to play with car toys instead.

Ten. Best friend’s with Dariela and also a crush on her. She goes out in the afternoon to make out with a tiny neighbor boy she doesnt like, but she wants to try the kissing stuff.

Ten. Dariela’s twin younger sisters flirt with me and say that I should want to rape them. I take offense.

Ten. I realize that all I want from a woman is between the neck and the legs. Decide that the greek sculptures are fine as they are.

Eleven. I send letters to every one in my old neighborhood. Pretty girl Daniela confuses it for a gest of interest and wants to have me.

Twelve. Learn to masturbate looking at Kiara’s posters, while locked in a closet. Im on fifth grade. Some girls and boys are already fucking, most of the boys are fucking the same girl, in group, when they gather to “study”.

Fifteen. I fall in love with “Estela” from a “High Expectations” animated series. I realize that I can put all my feelings in a “box” and stop feeling them. But that this sometimes explodes later. I realize I can replace one girl with the next and keep the emotions the same.

Fifteen. Thin spanish Lorena starts flirty letters, says she’s in love, I respond and we become boyfriend and girlfriend on paper. We never kiss. I suspect the letters are really from her sister.

Fifteen. Curly red haired Gloria sends me a letter, saying that I could be a good boyfriend for her. Later she asks if I have a condom.

Fifteen. Ada comes in a dream and she becomes my twilight zone girlfriend. I write letters to the real world Ada and go visit. The real Ada is kind of flattered but confused as to where my infatuation comes from. Also she’s back from a trip to some mountain and has the libs inflated because she was kissing someone.

Sixteen. I write a poetry book for Elisa. She says thanks but rejects it. She becomes boyfriends with a good looking gringo guy she cannot talk with because he doesnt speak spanish. Then a different girl falls in love with me for the book I wrote for Elisa. Then Elisa dumps the gringo and wants me too, sort of, but she is really after one of my friends.

Nineteen. My first kiss. She’s the bassist of my first band. Im in love with her so are my three best friends. Though, she’s just trying to piss off her aunt when she kisses me. She shuffles between all of us and then chases a badder boy who doesnt want her and is into another girl who has a boyfriend. Then she starts fucking the owner of a record store / bar who has a girlfriend. Then she tries cocaine.

Twenty. Lose my virginity to Sandra. She’s 16. We start a short monogamy. On a two weeks travel that I do back to little town, she fucks another guy and his girlfriend, and starts a beta orbiter relationship with one of my musician friends. I dump her. She goes on to have many boyfriends but keeps saying that she wants me to want her. Gets married, cheats on the hubby.

Twenty. Dani, 17, we write poetry and make out. She also has this tall male orbiter with whom she goes to motel rooms “to smoke weed”. We do on and off. She gets pregnant of another dude and marries. Then divorces and takes the kid to another country.

Twenty. Liliana, 19. She likes me when Im dominant instead of shy. She has a rich boyfriend she fucks every day, then she calls me / finds ways for us to be alone.

Twenty. I pick up a fat gothic girl at a party, spend the night masturbating each other. She gets angry that I dont want to go further and calls me shitty names in a public plaza where Im doing some meditation. Becomes girlfriend of one of my friends, then dumps him. Gets married to another dude, then divorces.

Twenty one. Fabiola. She’s 14. I totally surrender to my love for her. We kiss twice. We make promises of eternal love and soul matching. She lives in another city, and when Im back home she falls for another kid who takes his tshirt off and make out at a bonfire while playing the bottle. They hit it off and become boyfriends. Then she dumps him and grabs another one, then dumps him and grabs another one etc. Makes clear I should still be available if / when she needs me. Im special for her, just not that kind of special.

Twenty one, two, three. Celibacy. I discover Castaneda and Alchemy. I try to become a saint, plus Im still in love. I do drugs, I create and burn companies, try to make rich, dream about having a girlfriend, owning my own computer, and a place where I can sleep.

Twenty four. Im moving towards the Beta/White Knight frame and leaving Omega back. Cristina. She’s 17 and a virgin. She’s a rich girl and Im almost homeless. I become her boyfriend and we date for 8 months with no sex. Then she goes out on a weekend camping trip and loses her virginity to some boyscout. Says she needs time but that we should keep in touch and be friends. Never see each other again.

Twenty four. Short attempts to go Bad Boy. Maria, guitar player of some punk band. Become her boyfriend fuck and dump in less than two weeks.

Twenty four. Marina has been in love with me for years. She has a boyfriend, though they are in a hiatus. She’s on my bed after kissing heavily, says she cannot have sex with me because she’s in a relationship, but says we could have sex if I rape her. I pass on the offer. Next day she thanks me for my White Knight morals, then gets off my radar.

Twenty four. Drunk drugged girl is some dude’s girlfriend. She follows me home screaming my name and saying she’s going to have herself killed on the street unless I let her in and fuck her. So I do it. Her boyfriend later finds out and apologizes for her behavior.

Twenty five. Girl student rapes me in a bathroom, where Im puking after having had too many tequilas, while her boyfriend is waiting at the table.

Twenty five. Clara. She’s on my couch, with the legs open and bright eyes, waiting for me to make a move, but I dont make any. She wants a boyfriend and I dont want to mislead her. I hook her up, sort of, with a friend. They marry and then divorce, the dude goes on a punk rock band and tours latin america, while she settles in miami and sends me invitations with sexual remarks.

Twenty five. Carolina, she’s a student. I crush on her and we fuck. She has a long distance boyfriend, which whom she breaks to be with me fulltime. A year later she’s living in USA and repeating the script, having me as a long distance boyfriend while fucking another dude. Then marries that other dude.

Twenty eight. I have matured into a full Beta by now. Cynthia. I fly to Argentina to be with her. She makes me work hard, even moreso after becoming her boyfriend. She finds new dudes to orbit her, a writer, a policeman, a video director. I try to make the relationship and the craziness work to the point of creating a company where both of us can work in and she can create stuff. But we fight a lot and I dump her, then end the business relationship, where I was also playing “Beta of The Month” for my employees. She chases me for a while but then steals my money, becomes a lesbian, and disappears in Europe.

Twenty nine. Barbie. Become her boyfriend for three months. We go from sexual napalm to conversational napalm since she spends all day talking / stressing about unimportant stuff. Dump her over email. She spends seven years widowing our relationship.

Twenty nine. Discover David De Angelo on OKCupid and add “Cocky n Funny” to my Beta thing. Ale. Nice girl. Weekend’s boyfriends for about a year. She doesnt know who Freud/Einstein/Edison/Marx are nor wants to find out. I get bored.

Thirty. Angie. She had been the girlfriend of a friend of mine many years before. We reconnect and connect emotionally, online. One day she is saying she wants my babies, the next day she is flying to Dubai with an ex boyfriend and breaking contact.

Thirty one. Girl is brilliant, beautiful and creative and owns a pet dragon, but also cuts herself and has a sadist angle. I try to save her, want to marry her, she makes me chase her for a while and then reveals she doesnt want me in that way. I cut contact. She keeps saying hi and sending emoticons.

Thirty one. I discover Game and start moving into Alpha/Bad Boy frame. Enter a series of short to instant relationships. Fuck many girls. Half of them with boyfriends. Some of them wear my clothes the morning after and go to skype with the boyfriend, or text “I love you” or talk to them on the phone while I am fucking them.

Thirty three. Flor. Belgian girl playing chess. We meet at a party, take her home and fuck. Two days later I follow her to a camping in Rosario and we fuck all night in the river. She leaves to Chile, spends a few months there, gets a boyfriend, does drugs, comes back to Argentina for a few days, ignores me, then goes back to Belgium saying that she loves me.

Thirty four. Kissing some paraguay girl at a club. Hands down her clitoris. Make out. Drinks dance and stuff. Then “I have a boyfriend”. Then having sex or not. This x10.

Thirty four. Im full on Alpha frame. Nonstrings harem thing. Many girls, soft relationships, fucking several girls at once or in rotation. Some of them have fulltime boyfriends. Some of them want me to be theirs. I feel hollow and crave for real human connections.

Thirty five. Girls nights. Hearing girls talk about their boyfriends and relationships, evenly unhappy, all of them burning in (mostly) repressed desire to fuck other dudes, some of them doing it, some of them planning how to dump the current boyfriend, even though they are moving in with them or purchasing shared cars / properties. How to dump him but keep the car? sort of thing.

Thirty five. She’s a pet trainer and full of joy. She has a remote boyfriend whom she cuts off to be with me, and I cut off my harem to be with her, but she goes back to exboyfriend for two months and fucks him again. I forgive her and take her back, then she goes to diner and stuff with her other exes nonstop. I dump her because Im sure she’s cheating, plus she’s been ramping up on emotional games. She finds a new boyfriend quickly enough and moves in him with. A year later the new boyfriend commits suicide.

Thirty five. I discover “The rawness”. BPD, Narcissim, Codependency etc. I get more insight on what’s going on with the boyfriend / girlfriend thing. My own reflection isnt pretty.

Thirty six. Eve. Meet her at a bar, she talks nonstop about her brazilian ex boyfriend who cheated on her 50 times and broke her heart. We have sex and I take care of her tears for a few days. Then she turns the teary drama on myself.

Thirty six. Helen, fat older tourist-guide girl, comes to a party, hides the whiskey, we fuck, have sushi, then I get bored of hearing her talk about her failed relationships and political slogans. We stop talking, she blocks me on facebook.

Thirty six. Caramel, colombian / NYC cute girl. Follows me around till we have a proper bar date and fuck. Keeps giving hints she wants me to go for the boyfriend thing, even though she creates drama ploys in which she wants me to chase her around the city with her having a new guy clinging to her during the whole time, but dumping him to be with me by the end of the night.

Thirty six. Sam. She has a boyfriend she’s planning to break up with. Also needs two hours of foreplay before fucking, and bites hard.

Thirty six. Harem with soft strings. Multiple girl-friends with benefits who know about each other. Shortly all of them want the boyfriend/gilrfriend thing, even though some of them actually have boyfriends or are trying to get back with an ex, or are not really over an ex, or are more interested on chasing some new dude or licking each other’s parts when Im not around.

Thirty six. She’s 23. She has a boyfriend she’s cheating on with me, she’s also fucking other dudes, including my best friend, and Im with a lot of other girls too… but she wants me to be her boyfriend. I like her and I comply, then she goes on a travel for 2 months and parties hard. Next day when she comes back I find her on a bed kissing another girl and grabbing some ex lover by the groin. I dump her, but she “doesnt know what she did wrong”.

Thirty seven. Single and with no intention to go back to the pool for the time being. Need my time and focus to make the music. No time to waste on diversions.

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So tell me. What is all the boyfriend and relationships fuzz about? What kind of solace do people get from the boyfriend thing, why do girls lust for having a boyfriend? they lust for the stability and emotional comfort of a man who will commit to them, even if it’s for a short while, but as soon as they get this comfort it gets overriden by something else. The boyfriend role – one that changes at any time at any moment according to the times and flavors…. what’s in it? what does it really mean.

Seems like there are two kinds of available women, the single ones and the “in a relationship” ones, with the single ones more craving for stability, and the “in a relationship” ones more craving and more wild for random cock. I have had better luck with girls with boyfriends than when I’ve been in the boyfriend role myself. Less work and more fun. And any trace of stability or nurturing companionship is taken away as soon as the girl is presented with a better option, even if that option is merely contextual and void of anything deeper, and not boyfriend material – or probably just because of that -. When Im single and hitting on girls Im usually that better option. When Im in a relationship and taken off the pool, I have to fight and combat and keep and police all the stranger cock she seems so eager of.

Not worth the time. Not for me.

In response to Ted at justfourguys.

- Romantic, the base: anything that will put the woman on a pedestal, make her feel important, wanted, appreciated, secure. Whithin this base, all the work, sacrifice, extra thought, planning, etc helps constructing that pedestal. The more energy you put into making her feel special, the more you elevate her – over yourself. Which is well, romantic, to the point of absurdity. This is the world of romace-comedy.

- Romantic, the leveler: Women still want men they can look up to, men who can dominate them, men who can conquer her emotions, men who can do what no other men can do and make it look effortless, men who own themselves and are made of raw power. A man who doesnt fit this role is by default a non-wanted man, even if the woman wants what this man doe
s for her, she doesnt want him. And reversely a man who does fill this quota is a wanted man, she might not want what he does to her, but she still wants him. Notice the conflict? this is the world of romance-drama.

Now put the base and that leveler together.

Skittles from a wanted man = romantic. A travel to paris or a travel in a volskwagen to the amazon or an afternoon at the park, a call on the phone to say he’s thinking of her, a text message – whatever gesture, whatever validation this man provides: romantic.

Any of the above from a non wanted man: creepy, sad and pathetic. She might still want those things, because she wants the validation. But a woman measures herself according to the man she’s able to keep. If she’s keeping a man she doesnt really want, she’ll demand the romantic, read: she’ll demand to be put on a pedestal. But she will still be creeped about it.

- Romance on the red pill:

Depends on what you did with that pill. Know that romance is anything that will make feel that you care, but keep the eye, the real thing, on that leveler. If she’s not feeling it, it’s not because of what you’re doing or not doing for her. It’s because of who you’re being at the moment. And the answer is not be more of a pleaser.

Badpainter comments at JFG:

“I’ve come to realize being a Nice Guy is perverse form of conceit, it’s a martyr complex, a vanity, and an arrogance.”

That’s not it, you’re trying to reconcile the fact that nice guys are unattractive, with the idea that girls should like nice and should not like bad, so you come to the conclusion that nice guys are actually bad, but check it out:

“perverse”

Girls like perverse.

“form of conceit”

Dark triads. Girls dig conceit, probably more than they should.

“it’s a martyr complex”

So is the hero, and girls like the hero. Watch carefully when the hero does the ultimate sacrifice and catch the girls reaction. They all want *that*. To be so valuable a noble man would even give up his balls and die for her.

“a vanity”

Bitch please, show me an alpha male without vanity.

“and an arrogance”

Bitch?

So do you see what you’re doing? The nice guy without balls is not actually NICE because HE HAS BALLS! he has them, just that he has them hidden! and you know balls and masculinity are baaad and unattractive! that’s why the nice guy is bad! he’s still a man! bad bad nice guy!

ROLF

If he was actually bad he would at least get the girls who like bad.

The nice guy is unattractive because he’s weak.

A weak man’s survival game consists on befriending more powerful men – or girls, if the other men reject him – and to somewhat belong to the group so he can pick up the scraps that the other men are letting fall while fighting for and eating the cake.

Then the weak man tries to sell this survival game as his proposed value when he’s trying to mate.

“hey look at me, I might not be a strong man and I cannot claim a cake for myself, but Im so harmless they will let me in and get some cake! Im such a catch! want to get some scrabs with me pleeease!? and can I please get my dick in pleaaseee???”

So, maybe the nice guy is doing all of that with some vanity and an ego complex, but that’s not the problem, that’s not his problem. His problem is that he needs to put himself first and fight the fight, and claim what he wants, and get it, and get skills and swagger and grow a pair, and get smelly, and set boundaries, and grow to be comfortable and proud of who he is, and be a man strong enough that other men look up to him.

Then he can get pussy.

Most men prefer to bitch about the game instead of doing whatever is needed for them to win the game.

This for example:

“It [current dating scene SMP] asks men to make the effort to accomadate women who are essentially broken.”

It’s true, but a red herring, strawman, excuse, or whatever.

All women want alpha: broken women, and unbroken women. Even if no woman were broken, the kind of (blue pill beta) man complaining about the current SMP would still be in trouble.

If you want a non broken woman you still need to climb up to the top % males. Saying that women are broken and therefore you wont put the work is lazy.

The economy is also broken. Not attempting to get rich “because the economy is broken” is also lazy. Specially if you spend time complaining that you’re not rich.

I scratch my head for all the men complaining about the game who are not simultaneously improving their game. If you dont want to win and dont have a horse on the race, why are you watching?