“Justice is coming to all of us. No matter what the fuck we do.”

 

 

The popular blogger Delicious Tacos has a fascinating post:

Look upon Two Hours of a Woman’s Inbox, and Despair

The reason I call it “fascinating” is that the audience should, in fact, despair.

But not the male readers.

 

 

See, if you’re a female, you should be getting approached so often and so regularly, that the idea of a dating site should be anathema.

If you’re a female, you should be honing the already keen abilities nature gave  you by practicing daily in the arena  [suited better now than ever in human history] for your talents – the outside world.

If you’re female, you should be utilizing the tremendous [real life] social network it’s in your nature to create to locate available men and learn more about them to see if they meet your needs.

But the lamentable fact is, if you’re female, it’s very likely:

You’re not doing any of those things.

 

 

Instead, it’s likely you can’t even “see” any eligible men.

Because you don’t even know what you need.

You only know what you’ve been told you need.

Plus, being female, you have a severe aversion to going contrary to the sisterhood.

 

 

To compound matters further, all the “you go grrl”isms only make you feel shitty and still rarely – if ever – give you the courage to pursue the men you need.

As evidenced by the fact you get hundreds of messages a day as opposed to phone calls and dates.

Of course, the inevitable reply is:

“Those men would most certainly date or call me!”

Probably, yes.

But you don’t want any of them.

[In fact, the kind of man you want is very unlikely to be on a dating site, at all.]

And what good is a free lunch if you’re allergic to the contents?

 

 

What so many fail to grasp is this:

Young women have so much sexual marketplace power for one reason—

They need it.

 

 

The bitter Truth is any man can have his needs met by any woman.

What he needs is so very simple, just about any woman can do them.

[Willingness is another matter, entirely, but let’s not get off track.]

Yet women need so many things, not every man can give them.

Hence, they have the initial power of choice.

 

 

Will I ever get that amount of attention?

Hell, no.

But I’m a man.

I don’t need it.

If I see a woman I want, I go get her and make her mine.

I don’t need options because I can create them.

Women take what comes their way.

 

 

Much like Shelley’s poem, women have created a reality in which they are the most powerful being.

And it’s meaningless.

 

 

And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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