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The designs are horny, but they’re not feminine.
High fashion (run by gay men), love women with broad shoulders, thin hips and strong jaws. This is omnipresent is Hades 2 designs.
Those traits are not actually common in normal women.
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The Catholic Mass in AD 155
St. Justin Martyr describes early Christian worship:
Scripture readings
Homily
Prayers for all
Bread and wine offered
Eucharistic prayer & “Amen”
Eucharist received as Christ’s Body and Blood
Deacons distribute Communion
Alms for the poor
(First Apology 65–67)
The Mass didn’t appear in the Middle Ages. Its roots are in the earliest Church.
I’m watching a Roman Catholic Mass on TV. So far, a priest has bowed to a table and kissed something on the table. He’s reading something and people are saying things back to him. Now he is praying. Now a woman is reading from Isaiah. Singing. The woman is reading one of Paul’s letters to the Thessalonians. Singing. The priest is reading from Matthew. Now he’s explaining the passage that he read which was about paying taxes. Give to Caesar what is Caesar and to God what is God’s. He bows to the table again. He reads something and the congregation responds. The woman reads something else. The woman leads in prayer. The congregation responds again at certain points in the prayer. The priest reads more. Music. The priest is at the table preparing a cup. More words and responses. Singing. More words from the priest. Talking about the last supper. Singing. Priest praying. Priest singing something over the cracker and wine. More singing. Praying the Our Father. More sing. More words from priest. He then eats the cracker and drinks the wine. More singing while the congregation comes to get their crackers. Moment of silence. Prayer. Priest dismisses congregation. Priest kisses something on the table again. Priest bows to table again. The end.
My take: The gospel wasn’t preached. It was all ritual and very dry. I don’t see how anyone could come to faith in Jesus in that environment.
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Per the post itself, the priest read from Matthew and then explained the passage, which constitutes the Gospel proclamation and homily in the Mass.
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“Hello, I am CS Lewis and I think womxns rights are OK!”
C.S. Lewis’ family has issued an official statement supporting Greta Gerwig’s Narnia and praising her lifelong passion for the books. bit.ly/4Buu39d
ALT C.S. Lewis’ Family Officially Addresses Greta Gerwig’s ‘Narnia’ Movie
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The only surviving step-son is Douglas Gresham and he has been diagnosed with dementia since 2024. Persons with diminish capacity cannot consent. wheaton.edu/academics/acad…
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The easiest way to refute a nihil- I mean socialist- is to kill them.
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This guy embodies one of the most popular archetypes used to bully white men throughout the world. Yet after being attacked, he gets back up, stands his ground, and faces his attackers to defend whatever remains of his store.
His attackers, meanwhile, behave like a pack of hyenas. Whatever bravery they have is only because of their numbers and their de facto anonymity — police wouldn’t arrest them anyway.
So, the guy who looks like the punchline of a thousand jokes actually displays more honor in a single moment than literally the entire recorded history of his attackers.
He has no crowd to hide behind, no numerical advantage, and seemingly very little left to protect. What has happened to him will either be ignored or excused as having been caused by some kind of socio-economic problem which is ultimately his fault anyway. Nevertheless, he stands there.
I would take one thousand Jacques Blacks before taking a single refugee.
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I want to be clear: the rioters have no legitimate demands. French social spending is too high, not too low. This is mostly ethnic warfare and just plain low-IQ low impulse control violence from third-world savages incompatible with Western civilization.
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I’m going to let you in on a secret about rape that I learned while bouncing at 3 nightclubs concurrently for my entire undergrad. 500 nights at the club dealing with women and creeps have produced some insight.
The first thing to understand is that 99% of date-rape cases are just patently false. Every weekend like clockwork a new tiny girl who hadn’t eaten all day would confidently down 5 shots of tequila then claim she was drugged once word got around that she shit herself in a cab, or fell asleep in a dumpster.
I’ve lost count of how many of them were perplexed to report that their drug tests came back clean the next morning.
BUT… In my 500 nights of service, I witnessed it happen for real, bill cosby style, twice.
And in 100% of those cases it was a black or an Indian guy.
The first was a guy named Sohil who had actually openly made some suspect remarks to people I knew. Why was nothing done? Because the concept was so completely alien to the white guys around him that they simply didn’t believe what they were hearing.
It was exactly like the scene from American Psycho where he talks about a girls head on a stick as though it’s the punchline to a joke, and his friends just exchange a weird look and carry on. That’s how crazy the prospect of rape sounds to white guys, he might as well have said he had a head in his freezer.
Ultimately, Sohil was caught trying to sneak into a drugged girl’s bedroom window after her roommates had shuttled her home for the night. He was sentenced to 2 years in prison. There was no international outrage, no big news articles, nothing. Just a post on Facebook shared between the bar staff.
The second was a black guy from Martinique. He was a charming niggardly character who hung around the bars every weekend bumming cigarettes or making a few bucks selling fake cocaine. He lived in someone’s walk-in closet for $300 a month.
He had rumours circulating about his predation, but nobody had anything concrete until he was finally caught inappropriately touching an incapacitated girl and force feeding her drugs.
He was quickly and brutally sentenced to a swift release and a mild scolding from a social worker. He had successfully argued to the judge that people would kill him if he were sent back to Martinique, and was therefore let off with not even a slap on the wrist.
The funniest part of this whole ordeal is that we have reason to suspect that he was a refugee in the first place because he had raped the wrong guy’s sister back home. You genuinely can’t make this shit up.
Word got around to the bars, but this was back in the day. We didn’t have ID scanners, and hiring was a revolving door. Every Fortnite we’d have a new roster of Dianabol enthusiasts standing at the entrance letting groups of bombshells skip the line. It was impossible to entirely keep people out.
And so within 2 months it happened again. Exactly the same as last time. And the black guy hit the judge with the exact same excuse. Luckily the judge finally came to his senses, and sent him back to a third world shithole. He has lived in Paris France ever since.
I tell these stories because I’m at my whits end with headlines like the one I see below. At this point we’re so used to being gaslit that the omission of a description is as good as a 4K portrait.
So I’ll do my small part to set record straight.
It is never the white men.
Man who drugged and raped dead NYC college student texted nude pics of her instead of calling 911: feds trib.al/pAEqBDj
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The claim that it’s more impressive to get a given test score/GPA if you had a hard life is testable! We can look at whether they overperform predicted results once they get to college. Turns out they don’t.
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I didn't go to college until I was 30. This gave me a chance to see it with the perspective of an adult.
One lecture in Industrial Psychology, in particular, I will never forget.
The professor spoke about how an effective job description focused on concretely measurable tasks, not vague instructions, or characteristics.
For example, "maintain an 85% or greater average on customer feedback surveys", instead of "be cheerful and upbeat", or even "interact positively with customers".
This means that goals are clear, and performance is measurable. A job is to do something, not be something.
Once some of the students had wrapped their minds around this concept, the professor decided to do a class exercise.
He asked the female students to come up with a job description for "husband". At first, this went fine. The girls noodled around a bit with things they wanted their husbands to be (tall, etc), but he was able to gradually steer them towards describing what they wanted in terms of actions.
But then he asked the male students to define a wife in the same way.
And all the girls became upset. Some of them had full-on meltdowns.
Every single thing that a male student wanted, or expected, from his hypothetical future wife was sexist, oppressive, old-fashioned, misogynistic, patriarchal, etc.
They were literally screaming. Some of them in tears.
And I realized something pretty quickly. It wasn't the actual, concrete responsibilities of the female role that they objected to.
It was the idea of there being a female role at all, with any attached responsibilities.
These women didn't want to be wives. They wanted to be pets.
What's a pet? Well a pet is not a wife, or a friend. A pet is a creature of instinct, which you bring into your home because you like how it naturally behaves.
You get a cat because you want to behave like a cat, and do things a cat naturally does, like play with string, and purr when you pet him. If he's smart, he'll adapt to you somewhat, but he doesn't have responsibilities other than "be a cat".
If you get a wife, you get a wife so she will do things for you, specific things that are the responsibilities of wife, like care for your home, bear and raise your children, cook nutritious meals so you don't have to eat processed slop, look after your emotional well-being, and so on.
These girls didn't want to be held responsible for those things. As married women, they might have anticipated doing some of them, but only some of the time. Only when they felt like it.
The cat chases the string if and when it wants to, not because chasing the string is its job.
These young millenial women didn't realize it, but they wanted to be pets. And that's what they were in their college relationships. They hung out with guys when they wanted to, had sex with them when they wanted to, broke up with them for someone new when they wanted to.
Their relationships had no element of reciprocal responsibilities. They were perfectly at home with the idea of men having responsibilities to them, but they would repay those men if they chose, and how they chose, not how the men actually wanted.
And as I've said twice already, someone you have responsibilities to, but who has none to you, is a pet, or a child.
Since our ancestors, in a moment of foolishness and weakness, allowed women to vote, it is no longer legal to dole out the corrective spankings a great many of them both need and read pornographic novels about.
Therefore, the corrective measure, for any man who finds himself with a pet instead of a wife, is to withdraw from any husbandly duties and start actively searching for alternatives.
This can either result in a correction of the behavior, or the end of a relationship that offers no value. Either is acceptable.
This may strike some of you as dishonorable, but there is no honor in keeping a broken pact, or in serving those who despise you.
Men must have the pride and self-worth to say "I will be honored and respected, or I will depart to a place where I can be, even if I must be alone there."
Men must honor and respect themselves.
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“As members of a generation who—more than any before — had proclaimed the superiority of youth over age, they could hardly claim to be surprised when they, in turn, were despised by succeeding generations. As their flesh began to age, the cult of the body, which they had done so much to promote, simply filled them with an intensifying disgust for their own bodies— a disgust they could see mirrored in the gaze of others.”
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There aren’t actually stronger differences in FST between populations of the same race as there are between different races, the 85-15 human differentiation by race just implies that the majority of differences are within individuals, not between groups (races).
But FST, which Lewontin utilized, is a mathematically flawed measurement of true genetic distance, as subspecies heterozygosity levels of 0.7 ~ found in the human population make an FST above 0.265 impossible to model, even if the real FST is much higher than 0.265 and two races shared zero alleles. Conveniently this is where “anthropologists” have modeled when a subspecies begins at about 0.25 FST.
When you make models that conveniently fit your political predispositions, you typically get outcomes in concordance with said predispositions
In 1970, Richard Lewontin defeated IQ hereditarianism and Arthur Jensen's claims of genetic racial differences in intelligence. In this new post, I tell the story of how it happened.
Relevant to current "race realism" and "race science" claims.
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Back in 2017, I read a book called How Democracies Die. Despite being authored by two left wing professors, it's a very, very good book.
The book is about how (mostly) populist movements kill democratic systems. The overwhelming majority of the book covers how right wing movements topple democracies.
It's very well researched and cited, and I enjoyed reading it immensely.
But as I read through all the examples, I couldn't help but wonder: why in the world did these right wing movements wake up one day and decide to destroy these supposedly perfectly stable societies?
It just didn't make sense.
So after I finished the book, I made a list of ten examples in the book to research.
The first thing I found is that these right wing movements were reacting to something. That's why they're called reactionary movements. And what were they reacting to? Socialist or communist movements.
In EVERY SINGLE CASE*, the right wing movement arose in direct response to the rise of a violent socialist or communist movement.
It's an immune reaction.
In EVERY SINGLE CASE*, the socialist or communist movement had either already taken power or was threatening to and, in the latter cases, the right wing movements that took power simply beat the communists to the punch.
The Right took power before the communists did. That's it. That's literally all you need to know about why and how right wing movements take power.
That's how your vaunted democracies die. Not because right wingers wake up one day and, for no reason at all, decide to take power, but because the Far Left threatened to do it first.
What Joel Berry and James Lindsay and all the others should understand (if they don't already), is that if you want to stop the so-called "Woke Right" then the real enemy is the Woke Left.
There is no right wing immune response if there's no cancerous Far Left movement threatening to destroy their country.
There is no reactionary movement if there's nothing to react to.
Why, then, do they spend SO MUCH TIME antagonizing the populist right wing?
And why does Joel Berry keep posting these absolute dog shit takes that actually illustrate the point of his opposition? Is his IQ actually 300 instead of 30? Inquiring minds want to know.
(*One claimed exception is right-wing Imperial Japan, which did not start as an outgrowth of opposition to communism, but a reaction to the coercive influence of Western imperialism. Once the right-wing imperial system was adopted, Japan did suppress socialist and communist movement, and passed laws that effectively banned both. I don't believe Japan is an exception, but some ACKSHUALLY reply guy might bring it up, and here's your sign.)
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If I showed up to a girl’s door with flowers the audience of niggers clapping cymbals that live in her brain would shout “look at dis corny ahh nigga bruh” & she’d get the ick then I’d go to jail for socking her in the face as she tries to take a picture for her gc full of whores
Attention Young Men:
I am surrounded by 20 year old girls in my life that are smart, capable, hard working and cute. Nobody is dating them. Not sure what the deal is, but I don’t get it.
Step 1: Stop playing video games
Step 2: Head to great clips and get that lettuce cleaned up
Step 3: Hit a shower (when dating hygiene is critical)
Step 4: Go clean your car
Step 5: Sign up for a yoga class
Step 6: Go to the yoga class
Step 7: Ask a cute for her phone number at yoga class (yes you can meet girls IRL and not just on the apps - 10/10 the Dirt Dog highly recommends)
Step 8: Follow up within 2 days with a phone call and ask them out for this coming weekend Friday or Saturday night.
Step 9: IMPORTANT - come up with a good game plane for date night. Get a dinner reservation, get an activity planned. Let them know in advance what you are doing so they can dress appropriately. I know you are gunna roll off the couch and head to date night, but they are not. They are going to stress about what to wear and call at least 6 different people on FaceTime to ask their opinion.
Step 10: I highly recommend you bring flowers to the door step. I’m not covering that you go to the doorstep, because if you don’t do that you have no hope here. Women want men to date them. You don’t need to break the bank on flowers. Head to Trader Joe’s. Grab 2 different kinds of flowers. If you don’t know what matches find the closest looking lady to your mom at TJ’s and ask her. Wrap the 2 flowers into 1 bouquet with paper. Bonus Points you can cut open a TJ bag and use that as the paper.
Step 11: Be a gentleman on the date. She isn’t there to hear your life story. Ask her about her. For every 1 question you answer, ask her 3. Open Doors, pay for the meal, be polite.
Provided you follow most of this guideline you are highly likely to get yourself an opportunity for date number 2.
Keep going until you find someone that you can’t imagine not being around all the time. That’s when you have found a good one for you.
My life is complete with my wife as my companion. I wish you the same fortune in life. Happy Hunting.
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Attention Goofy Retard:
I am surrounded by feralized blacks in the ramshackle favela that my squalorous binbox shithole apartment is located in. My rent is $4000 a month. Not sure what the deal is, but I don’t get it.
Step 1: The only activity I can afford to do is play video games.
Step 2: Hi Stella at Great Clips thanks for cutting my hair because I’m too retarded to have ever picked a better barber in my life (literally anyone) can you “get my lettuce right”
Step 3: Stella gave me the “Sad Faggot” taper and now I look like a Morrowind character. It’s time to look up tutorials on YouTube for how to brush my teeth and wipe my ass.
Step 4: After detailing my sick ass Scion xD I immediately get brake checked by a Mexican woman on the I-5 who has literally nobody in front of her. I get out to exchange information and she frowns at me and makes confused indifferent faces to gesticulate that she never has had insurance or even knows what that is.
Step 5: Sign up for a yoga class after reading Rape Tips on Twitter.
Step 6: Take the bus to the yoga class
Step 7: Get detained and arrested for saying hello to the woman with 5 tattoos next to me (Dirt Dog please help me, what’s an arraignment?)
Step 8: God rewinds the scenario and sets up a date for me just to keep the hypothetical going.
Step 9: Send 5 texts in a row and turn her messages into your fucking blog. It’s important women know that you’re thinking about them constantly, they definitely don’t get the ick from that and despise you for being a DATE guy.
Step 10: Tape two different bouquets of flowers together like a psychopath despite the fact that every grocery store on earth already has bouquets put together by florists. Give them to this withered hag who has mentally put you into the “free dinner” filing cabinet in her mind.
Step 11: Be an obsequious little marmot and fold your hands neatly while bending over backwards for this vapid gruel slurping peasant who has a body count exceeding that of a medieval prostitute.
Provided you paypig her you are highly likely to get yourself an opportunity for providing free dinner #2 and becoming the first on bench to warm her up for her sneaky links later.
Keep going until the eating pussy guide you studied on Reddit pays off and you find a mentally ill horse face girl on Hinge who’s got a nice vulnerable window of desperation. That’s when you know Israel will have at least 3 more corn fed homunculi to fight its wars in the future.
Chris Hatch’s life is complete living in middle American porridge town raising grain brain mutants with his ham hock barnyard heffer wife. He could be convinced by a radio ad to start drinking toilet water as a joke and if he were alive in Victorian England he would be swinging squirrels by their tails into wooden poles until they were more liquid than solid while local kids tossed apple cores at him and paid him shillings to swallow rocks.
If he was exposed to what the actual world is like for 24 hours, the only thing stopping him from sprinting headfirst into a concrete wall is the aneurysm robbing him of the opportunity. His golem existence will go unabated as he subsists off a diet of macaroni and chopped up hotdogs until one day the electricity stops working and then the plumbing stops too.
He will have absolutely zero skills or resources to protect himself or his family from roving bands of men who actively engage in the future version of “how to get dates with women” at gunpoint. Happy Hunting.
Attention Young Men:
I am surrounded by 20 year old girls in my life that are smart, capable, hard working and cute. Nobody is dating them. Not sure what the deal is, but I don’t get it.
Step 1: Stop playing video games
Step 2: Head to great clips and get that lettuce cleaned up
Step 3: Hit a shower (when dating hygiene is critical)
Step 4: Go clean your car
Step 5: Sign up for a yoga class
Step 6: Go to the yoga class
Step 7: Ask a cute for her phone number at yoga class (yes you can meet girls IRL and not just on the apps - 10/10 the Dirt Dog highly recommends)
Step 8: Follow up within 2 days with a phone call and ask them out for this coming weekend Friday or Saturday night.
Step 9: IMPORTANT - come up with a good game plane for date night. Get a dinner reservation, get an activity planned. Let them know in advance what you are doing so they can dress appropriately. I know you are gunna roll off the couch and head to date night, but they are not. They are going to stress about what to wear and call at least 6 different people on FaceTime to ask their opinion.
Step 10: I highly recommend you bring flowers to the door step. I’m not covering that you go to the doorstep, because if you don’t do that you have no hope here. Women want men to date them. You don’t need to break the bank on flowers. Head to Trader Joe’s. Grab 2 different kinds of flowers. If you don’t know what matches find the closest looking lady to your mom at TJ’s and ask her. Wrap the 2 flowers into 1 bouquet with paper. Bonus Points you can cut open a TJ bag and use that as the paper.
Step 11: Be a gentleman on the date. She isn’t there to hear your life story. Ask her about her. For every 1 question you answer, ask her 3. Open Doors, pay for the meal, be polite.
Provided you follow most of this guideline you are highly likely to get yourself an opportunity for date number 2.
Keep going until you find someone that you can’t imagine not being around all the time. That’s when you have found a good one for you.
My life is complete with my wife as my companion. I wish you the same fortune in life. Happy Hunting.
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He’s not actually trying to give advice, he’s just expressing open contempt for young men in a way that will appeal to women.
“Take a shower, hygiene is important” is not actual advice so much as a way to indicate you think the person you’re talking to is retarded and subhuman
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This is Boomer. You don't get women by just hanging out doing her hobbies (which you probably find boring) and then lavishing her with flowers and expensive dinner reservations on the first date. Never BRIBE women with attention and resources to EARN dates. That's a way to look weak and go broke if modern women start seeing you as a meal ticket.
Here's a better plan:
1. STOP SIMPING; do not chase the shadow of women who you desire but can't have. Build masculine self-worth outside the female form.
2. FIND FRIENDS; male friends, guys who will have your back and call you on your shit. Remember, the things men playfully mock each other over largely resemble the things women call "ICKS" (non-masculine behavior). Build your confidence inside this group of friends.
3. FIND A CAUSE / SPORT; get something that you are good at, or that you can fight for. Get wins, victories, best rivals, build a story around yourself as a fighter, a winner, a protector of what is YOURS.
4. DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT; focus on a specific social community and a specific set of girls you see as candidates.
5. START LOOKING IN A LIMITED ENVIRONMENT; find prospects socially IRL in places likely to contain the types of women you want, OR on a dating app that limits its user base. Yes, this cuts down the total number of women, but the women there will be LESS likely to be in a "rejection mindset. Look for women in the places where they are least used to saying "No" to men.
6. DATE DECISIVELY; once you find a girl signaling some interest, come out with proposals for dates with times and places. Do NOT text back too quickly, but when you propose, BE SPECIFIC. Choose an affordable location. Propose dates twice, and only twice. Two "Nos" mean she isn't interested.
7. BEGIN WITH BANTS; show up to the date smiling, casual, jokular, ready to have a good time. DO NOT bring flowers or assumptions about where this is going. You are here to have a good time. Your guy friends should have taught you how to banter. Tell jokes and recall humorous stories; see if she laughs; watch her attention. REFUSE ALL job interview questions. REFUSE ALL political questions. If she asks, deflect and act like she is spoiling your fun(SHE IS!). Look for smiles and interest. If she persists with the ice queen routine and doesn't stop with the "job interview" questions, then find the soonest possible way to terminate the date; she is not interested in you.
8. SHOW HER YOUR BEST SELF; after she starts smiling, laughing at your jokes, and opening up a little bit, ask her about what she likes (this doesn't matter) so that she then returns the question and asks you about what YOU LIKE (this does matter). Use this question to highlight what you think is most impressive about you, or share a story about a "win" you had. Keep this cycle of exchanging stories and information going, and then return to BANTS and jokes to close out the evening.
9. CONTINUE AFTER EVALUATION; After the date, you should have a pretty good idea if you "won the girl over." A good test is the "bird test": when you talk to this girl about something that is ordinarily not funny or interesting, does she suddenly take interest, even laugh at unfunny things? That means she likes you. But now the ball is in your court: how much do you like this girl? Are you gunning for marriage? Continue dating in the same way as before, but turn down the performativity and show more sincerity and vulnerability. Try some jokey, practical humor that might otherwise be a bit offensive. If the girl keeps on showing interest, you have a keeper. If you think she's wife material, then you are ready for courtship.
10. BEGIN COURTSHIP; This is where you can give her the Boomer Romance. You know she's keen. You know she's a keeper. Let's see if magic happens. Flowers and expensive dates are good here. If it works, formalize it, and you are no longer "single"; if things keep working out, you have a path toward marriage. Just be aware that shit tests are always a thing, so it's ok to be comfortable but not TOO comfortable.
This is what works (at least in the late 2010s); maybe it's a little out of date, but I don't think so. At a minimum, it's better than Boomer advice.
Attention Young Men:
I am surrounded by 20 year old girls in my life that are smart, capable, hard working and cute. Nobody is dating them. Not sure what the deal is, but I don’t get it.
Step 1: Stop playing video games
Step 2: Head to great clips and get that lettuce cleaned up
Step 3: Hit a shower (when dating hygiene is critical)
Step 4: Go clean your car
Step 5: Sign up for a yoga class
Step 6: Go to the yoga class
Step 7: Ask a cute for her phone number at yoga class (yes you can meet girls IRL and not just on the apps - 10/10 the Dirt Dog highly recommends)
Step 8: Follow up within 2 days with a phone call and ask them out for this coming weekend Friday or Saturday night.
Step 9: IMPORTANT - come up with a good game plane for date night. Get a dinner reservation, get an activity planned. Let them know in advance what you are doing so they can dress appropriately. I know you are gunna roll off the couch and head to date night, but they are not. They are going to stress about what to wear and call at least 6 different people on FaceTime to ask their opinion.
Step 10: I highly recommend you bring flowers to the door step. I’m not covering that you go to the doorstep, because if you don’t do that you have no hope here. Women want men to date them. You don’t need to break the bank on flowers. Head to Trader Joe’s. Grab 2 different kinds of flowers. If you don’t know what matches find the closest looking lady to your mom at TJ’s and ask her. Wrap the 2 flowers into 1 bouquet with paper. Bonus Points you can cut open a TJ bag and use that as the paper.
Step 11: Be a gentleman on the date. She isn’t there to hear your life story. Ask her about her. For every 1 question you answer, ask her 3. Open Doors, pay for the meal, be polite.
Provided you follow most of this guideline you are highly likely to get yourself an opportunity for date number 2.
Keep going until you find someone that you can’t imagine not being around all the time. That’s when you have found a good one for you.
My life is complete with my wife as my companion. I wish you the same fortune in life. Happy Hunting.
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Dinesh is crashing out and doxxed a child because someone said Vivek looked weak in a video. Clearly an ethnic solidarity thing. And it’s just like, why would I want to import more of an ethnicity that behaves this way? Why import people who are viciously loyal to each other relative to the outgroup which includes me and my family? That’s very obviously bad for us in the long run, and this is made WORSE if this group is successful because they’ll have the power to meaningfully enact that ethnic solidarity. This doesn’t require hating anyone, it’s just obviously atrocious for me and mine from a game theory perspective, and in fact importing them takes us even further from the dream of colorblindness, because other groups will of course have to also become more tribal in self-defense. We’re importing a guaranteed defect-defect equilibrium that will be almost impossible to undo.
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"Well it seems your mirror is broken, Potter." Draconia giggled, "Because I only see you and me."
I simultaneously love this and hate the fact that it bears no resemblance to the state of modern women.
You can read tweets like this and then five seconds later find women defending Lindsay Clancy, killing their own children, whoring themselves out on OF, blaming men for their own poor life choices, and voting to mass import the Third World.
Part of the allure of Malfoid is just how cursed the real world has become.
"Affectus remotio" Draconia whispered, gritting her teeth and clenching her wand. Waiting, desperately, for something to happen, for something to change. The stack of books around her growing taller by the hour, with titles such as "Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed", and "A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions". She had been at it for hours, late into the night, casting counter-curse after counter-curse on herself. Feeling nothing change but her level of anguish.
She hadn't showered or left the library in two days. Her hair was greasy, and the bags under her eyes were heavy. "Stupid Snape. Stupid potions. Stupid magic. Stupid Potter!" Draconia shouted, knocking over one of her stacks of dusty tomes.
"Shh." Instructed a passing ghost, much to her irritation.
"Stupid ghost." she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She looked a mess, and smelled even worse. Luckily it was several hours past midnight, and the library was completely empty. She had special permission to be out of bed this late of course, from Snape. "Good luck with your research Miss Malfoid, however, I don't suspect you will find the answers you seek in the library." What did he mean by that? Something about the way he said it bothered her. What does it mean? She looked down at her notes, full of hastily scratched spells and their counter curses, references to books that referenced other books, old anecdotes, and rumors of love hexes.
She pulled her hair again, and slammed her fist on the table. If Snape knew what was wrong with her, why wouldn't he tell her? Is this a test of some sort?
As she thought, she absent-mindedly sketched a lightning bolt in her notes.
Suddenly, she knew. Of course. It was unthinkable, but it was the only explanation. Potter used the imperius curse on her. One of the three unforgivable curses, used to control people like a puppet. Probably when she was sleeping, he snuck in and cast it on her, with a subtle enough command that it would go unnoticed. Of course! A spell that dark and that powerful wouldn't be released by simple counter-curses found in the student library.
Draconia was more relieved than angry. Finally, an explanation. Now she just needed to find Potter, get him to release the curse, and tell her father. Finally, something to get that half-blooded creep expelled.
She took out her silver hairbrush, ran it through her platinum hair, and sighed, ready to return to her dorm and get some much needed sleep.
After returning the books to their proper home, she exited the library quietly, smiling to herself. "I'm probably the first witch in history to be relieved to discover she's under the control of the imperius curse", she mused. The castle was unnerving at night, but it was never quiet. The soft roar of the torches in the corridor, the sleepless ghosts floating around, the soft snoring of the living paintings. Though she was apprehensive, at least she wasn't alone.
Alone. The word echoed in her head.
She heard footsteps around the corner in front of her. They were hurried, but light. Someone trying not to be caught. Before she could think, Draconia dove into an alcove nearby, hiding next to a suit of armor who turned to look at her, seemingly confused. She held up a finger to her mouth to quiet the armor, to which it simply shrugged and returned to it's resting position.
Draconia peeped around the corner and saw a Gryffindor robe and untidy black hair speed by. Harry?! What in Merlin's beard is he doing here?
Is he... looking for her? He must be. She gritted her teeth in anger. That creep is up to no good. Probably sneaking around looking for more ways to torment her. Though she was exhausted beyond measure, and yearned for her bed, she decided to follow him.
Harry was going somewhere she had never been before, ducking through hallways and secret doorways. Behind paintings and through dark corridors. Never once did he turn and notice her. How did this oblivious fool manage to cast such a high-level dark curse on her?
Finally, after squeezing into a dark and dusty room, Harry stopped. Draconia ducked down, peeking around a dusty sheet hanging over an abandoned globe to look at him from behind.
He was just standing there, staring at himself in a mirror. What? She continued watching him for minutes, waiting for him to do something, but he just... stood there. Staring at himself.
Draconia couldn't hold it in anymore, and she started laughing.
Harry whipped his head around, wand in hand.
"Malfoid?! What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"
"Honestly Potter, sneaking off to stare at yourself in the mirror? Such vanity!"
"I wasn't... that's not..." Harry stammered, looking away from her shyly.
"That's pathetic, even for you." Draconia giggled, her hair falling forward as she clutched her stomach.
"It's no ordinary mirror, Malfoid," Harry shot back, "It... well... come take a look."
"Sure", she laughed, approaching him. "And what exactly am I supposed to be seeing?"
"What do you mean? Just look in the mirror."
"I am, I don't see anything unusual."
"It's supposed to show you your heart's greatest desire. It's called the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore told me about it." Harry said, his face turning red.
"Well it seems your mirror is broken, Potter." Draconia giggled, "Because I only see you and me."