Chastity or Whoredom

Here’s the thing, ladies; you love attention.  We both know it’s true.  And us men (Real Men, anyway) love you for it.

Oh, sure, your narcissism can have a down side.  For instance, I once attended the birthday party of a woman who turned it into an ‘event’ via FaceBook.  The women were all up on stage, karaokeing and doing their own (boring) thing all night, while demanding that all us boyfriends and husbands pay attention to this unrehearsed Talent Show.

I’m fairly certain that a Hall of Mirrors would have been a more successful venue.

But hell, us men can be just as bad.  I don’t know what to call it when we spend hours building a Rube Goldberg machine in Minecraft, obsessing over team sports like Football or Call of Duty, or restoring ancient automobiles at twice the price of something newer, faster, and more fuel efficient; but it’s just as pointless, and only tolerable in small doses.

It’s cute when an 8 year old girl wears high heels, or an 8 year old boy plays with legos all day.  It’s disturbing when a grown-ass-man turns World of Warcraft into a second job, or when a grown-ass-woman uses Facebook to create self worth.

But in small doses there’s nothing wrong with this; in fact, it’s downright healthy.  Seeing pretty girls makes me happy.  And being seen makes pretty girls happy.  Same goes with us Boys and our Toys.  Chicken and egg question – do I ride a motorcycle because it’s Awesome?  Or is it that I’m Awesome, and the motorcycle just appeared?

A question for the ages.

Now don’t get me wrong, women can* most certainly have value as People; they can have profound Intellectual, Emotional, or Artistic Truths within themselves, none of which has anything to do with gender – but no matter how great her knowledge and skill-set are, she’s still going to desire that male attention.

I was joking about the Hall of Mirrors, above; a conscious set of eyes admiring you is an absolute necessity.

Enter Sex Positive Feminism.

Of course women enjoy Fucking vis-à-vis Fucking; as Bernard Chapin so insightfully points out “Women… are people!” A clit ain’t all the different from a glans, and supposedly men can learn to have multiple orgasms, but there is a difference in the emotional make-up underlying the act.

For men, the act of penetration is a Psychic Necessity; Eat-Fuck-Fight is hard coded into our genes – of course it is, that’s how these genes propagated in the first place.  Women, on the other hand, have always been guaranteed reproduction opportunities.  What they needed was to secure was resources so that the resultant spawn could achieve maturity.  Evo-Psych 101 – this is where the demand for attention comes from.

Feminism fails to acknowledge this (Feminism fails to acknowledge a lot of unpleasant truths).  In the short analysis, sex is enjoyed equally by both genders; an orgasm is an orgasm, whatever the organ.  But the emotional make up of the Being possessing said sexual organs couldn’t be any more different.

Sex Positive Feminists have convinced women that they’re just like men; that they should be openly pursing the Great O in the Sky – in other words fuck Alpha Males and Bikers (see above).  Certainly that’ll make women equal, right?

It turns out that this is a poor long-term strategy for Dames – especially for the ugly ones.

Let’s imagine two hypothetical Ugly Girls, one of whom adopts this philosophy after graduating High School.  They’re both chubby, their faces are plain, but their skin is tight and their hair is healthy.  They aren’t warpigs – not yet, anyway – but neither have ever been admired for their beauty.

Jane recognizes that she wants genuine affection, not just fleeting attention, and is extremely cautious about giving away her sexuality.  She realizes her market value is limited, but she holds out for the highest bidder: a man who will actually marry her, and continue admiring her throughout her old age.

Suzy, meanwhile, feels that she deserves the same sort of attention as all the hot girls get, so she starts wearing low-cut tops (the one redeeming quality of fatties is breast size).  She now gets as much attention as the Cute & Conservative Library Sciences student in her Women’s Studies class.  But what the hell – she masturbates, right?  She enjoys sex.  Why not start putting out, to get that extra level of attention?

So she pursues sex aggressively, as if she’s a man – using alcohol to lower inhibitions so that guys will fuck her.  She makes the most out of her ‘sweet’ personality (an affectation that fat girls put on), and she has a series of month-long one night stands.  This is her high point.

Plain Jane, meanwhile, is at her low-point.  No male is offering her serious attention, and since she isn’t putting out this results in zero attention.  Occasionally she gets drunk, and allows herself a bit of Blue-Balled Grinding at the Club.  The next morning she feels ashamed.

But Jane’s learning an important lesson – as she gets older the boys in her life become Men, and they’re no longer completely dominated by hormones.  She’s starting to discover how much Men need a sweet woman in their life.

Suzy, meanwhile, puts on the Sweet Act while seducing, and then switches it off once the act is done.  She’s learned her own set of lessons; her one-night-stand is going to stick around for a little while, at least (for a guy easy sex is easy sex, after all), and if she acts all womanly and kind 3 weeks might turn into 4, but inevitably he always moves on.  So why go to the effort?  Grr, she’s a woman – give her what she wants or else she’ll ROAR!

Then Jane finally meets a guy.  He banged Suzy for a while, but couldn’t stand her post-coital bitchiness.  They sleep together, and – all of a sudden he has no interest in sex! Jane feels a bolt of terror in her heart.  She just offered him her one asset, and for the next 45 minutes she has no way to hold his attention.  What the hell is she going to do?  How can she stop him from leaving?

But wait – what’s that look in his eyes? “I can’t believe you trusted me to be your first.”

“Are you hungry?  I baked some muffins earlier – would you like one?”

“You really are sweet, Jane.”

OMG, Attention!

Suzy, meanwhile, is seeing her looks fade.  Being slutty just doesn’t seem to cut it anymore.  No more drive-thru boyfriends – now she can barely get one-night stands.  But she’s a Sex Positive Feminist – surely, like a man, the orgasm is all she wants – why the hell isn’t she happy?

Jane’s boyfriend decides to settle, and they get married.  She isn’t the hottest girl he’s ever been with, but he’s no catch either.  Their sex life is amazing.  You see, for her, sex is special; and only a special man would ever be allowed inside of her.  Jake might not be the smartest, or the best looking, or the richest guy out there – and Jane might not be the hottest chick around – but when he’s inside of Jane it’s special.  He’s a King – and he treats Jane like his Queen.

Suzy meets Steve, a guy who’s on her attractiveness level.  She hands him sex on the first date, and then demands that he cook her breakfast in the morning for this ‘privilege’.  She compares his cock to the other men she’s slept with, and demands that he get it up for her – demands that he giver her attention.

Steve starts to withdraw.  He feels like a stunt-cock around her.  Her tits are getting saggy, and her personality is getting more bitchy as time goes on.  She tries to indulge his sickest fantasies, anything to maintain his interest, but it just repulses him.

Suzy’s under tremendous pressure; her standards have been dropping in recent years, and she’s becoming desperate for attention, any attention!  Steve’s emotional withdraw is the last straw.  Borderline Personality Disorder is induced.

Next thing you know Steve’s in handcuffs, and Suzy’s enjoying a brief burst of attention from the Cops, and the Crown Prosecutor.  Then following the trial she’s alone.

She gets older and she’s alone.  Mentally ill, ugly, wrinkled, saggy, with an abrasive personality to boot.  She’s become more than just asexual – she’s become socially repulsive.

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Sex Positive Feminism screws women up; it tells them that they ought to be desperately pursuing an orgasm like men do, when nothing could be further from the truth.  When you have sex, ladies, it’s that Urge for Attention driving you even if you lie to yourself and pretend you’re One Of The Guys.  It’s one hell of a high, but like Cocaine, it just doesn’t last.

Promiscuity and personality disorders are correlated in women.  The causal direction goes from behaviour first, to mental disorder second; sleeping around puts you into a world where your hamster has to spin at 110% of capacity, puts you under undue stress, and the disorder is the direct result.

It also puts you into a cage; once you’ve become a slut, with a horrid personality, and no ability to love or admire a man, it’s damn near impossible to get out.  As my Sergeant Major used to say, “You chose the behaviour, you chose the consequences.”

Hot women can – to a certain extent – get away with slutiness.  Their Sexual Market Value is high enough to begin with that it can afford to take a hit – most will never even realize that this happened, because didn’t see Mr Right passing them by.  If they go too far, however, they risk becoming an embittered, old, sexless Madame, who takes sadistic pleasure in ruining the long term happiness in the girls she employs.

Now of course I’m not saying you should remain a virgin until your wedding night – Good God, in this economy?  Nobody’s going to Buy an Untested Cow when there’s so much free milk going around – and for that matter, single-digit numbers aren’t going to be a deal breaker for any man.

So if chaste is going to mean anything nowadays, it would mean holding off for men whom you care about, and who care about you.  Be a Lady.  Future You will thank you for it.

And just in case you’re wondering: Yes, Suzy is someone I’ve known.

This post was inspired by Dalrock.

*Innate value of Personhood is a good principle of law, but on the individual level it is something you must earn.  Women do not, a priori, have value any more than men do.  You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else until you do something to make yourself special.