**”Breaking Bad” spoilers**
Alrightie, listen up young men.
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Acceptance of the secret will require that you adjust your attitude in a tremendously threatening direction that will leave you feeling very vulnerable. In order to truly integrate what I am about to tell you requires that you put all your faith in my words while disregarding what those closest to you preach, as well as the indoctrination that has been your sole emotional subsistence for the initial period of your young life.
Firstly, I am not a big fan of Hollywood’s media culture. I abhor most of the garbage they steadily jam down our throats in increasingly shameless measures of repugnance. However, believe it or not, there are actually some truths, some important ones, to be gleaned from the mass hypnosis product the global media conglomerates purvey.
The wisdom I wish to impart is simply this: while it is nice to have your girlfriend or wife love you, this is not the most important ingredient in the pursuit of keeping her and exciting her. Women are historically skilled at the cold practice of turning their backs on love. Women, who prattle about love the most, are the people who find it easiest to disregard it in the magical pursuit of “other things.” Love is great for you, the man, but it is mainly an adornment, it is a shiny object that you use to decorate this mess that is a relationship to remind yourself how good it is. Love in itself won’t keep your woman around. What will keep her around is the sense of immediate, brimming danger you present. You must be scary, and even if you are not, you should at least portray the image of subdued volatility. You must seem as if you have a lava layer of danger lurking in your veins, a danger that is ready to subsume her essence if she is not careful. You must frighten your woman if you want to pique her interest and prolong her infatuation with your presence in her life.
This is not to say you must be a thug or a criminal. It doesn’t matter what you are. If you play it smart, you will cultivate a sense of danger that precedes your entrance. You must scare the hell out of a woman if you want to keep her. Forget all that garbage about being a kind and generous man. About being a peaceful man. It’s great to be such, but these serene traits must be offset by a streak of demon coursing through your veins that has no regard for etiquette or rules, and least of all, manners. Women respond to fear and this is aptly demonstrated in much of the mass entertainment offerings if you keep your eyes open. Hollywood, though riddled with gays and effeminate and overly-groomed mild-mannered moneymen, still manages to portray the edgy masculine image that engulfs women like an out-of-control magnetic charge.
I bring you a couple of cinematic instances illustrating dangerous men whose erratic and threatening behavior mysteriously acts as a female beacon even the though the woman’s logic sensors tell her to run. But she can’t. The man’s danger tickles her subservient female monkey soul. Reason has nothing to do with making a woman stay. You must use the cloaked but obvious threat of danger wisely to accomplish this.
The first scene I present here is from the 2010 feature, Winter’s Bone, starring Jennifer Lawrence in an early role in which she plays Ree, the daughter of a Missouri meth-cooking mystery man by the name of Jessup. In the first leg of her personal journey/search, she visits her uncle, Teardrop, and his wife, Victoria, where she pleads them for info on Jessup’s whereabouts. Given Jessup’s questionable and shady dealings, not many are willing to contribute, least of all, Teardrop, Jessup’s meth-addicted, demonic brother. He asks Ree to quit the search hinting at many unknown dangers she may encounter. Victoria steps in and pleads with him on Ree’s behalf and Teardrop tells her to “shut up.” She presses further, prompting him to stand up angrily and threatening, “I said shut up already once with my mouth.” This shuts Victoria up.
The threat here, one of physical violence, is explicit, and in fact, probably has many precedents in the couple’s history. Fear of pain, of physical abuse, is the most carnal and villainous in a man’s arsenal. The danger Teardrop represents here is ofthe overt kind, and not many “civilized” men have a taste for such behavior.
My next Hollywood example is a scene from the Season 5 premier episode of “Breaking Bad,” also coincidentally involving the creation and marketing of methamphetamine. The first 4 seasons have seen the transformation of Walter White, a mild-mannered high school chemistry teacher, into a callous hardcore meth kingpin. Each episode illustrates the emerging ruthlessness of a man who only a few years previously was explaining covalent bonds to classes of disinterested teenagers. Walter’s transformation has been most dramatic when viewed from within the dynamic between he and his wife, Skyler. As the full implications of his drug ties becomes more apparent to Skyler, the more forgiving and intrigued she appears, and after a short period of separation, she is more than willing to jump back in bed with her husband despite the fact his meth underworld ties endanger her and their son, Walter, Jr. The titillation oozes from her wide, blue eyes. In this scene, Walter, coming off the assassination of a competing meth dealer, confronts Skyler in their bedroom. He urges her to speak after a short silent treatment. Walter tells her he is OK now. Skyler replies, “I am relieved Walt. But I’m scared.”
Walter asks, “Scared of what?”
With a glint of impressed adoration in her eyes, she answers, “You.”
She doesn’t leave him, she doesn’t lecture him. She doesn’t think twice. She just exits the room quietly, and he knows he has her.
Young men, please note. You must be dangerous. Your girl must experience some fear of you. This is not to say you must deal meth, beat her up, or kill competitors. The modern, technological world leaves you little room to erect a sense of danger. The danger you expose must be implicit in the mundane routines of boring, everyday life. Don’t back down, don’t take shit, don’t apologize or temper your ruthless nature with all the modern PC niceties. You must fight back with a poison tongue and use the worst, demeaning language.
You are a male victim of the 21st Century. Molded to fear your own nature, made to experience shame for your urges and rude, wanton thoughts, beaten down by the prim and proper unrealistic and unfair demands of a womanized social culture, you have no breathing space. You are stuck between the narrow tunnel of oppressive behavioral expectations, and the rushing river of strict institutionalized consequences ready to punish unruly masculinity. You have forgotten how to be mean, and worse, never learned to express meanness as a tool of sexual dominance.
Men must take back modern society’s muting of masculine fearlessness instead of cowering from it. Learn something from those Hollywood sleazeballs!
You know, some people that might actually know you may find the “advice” that you give on this train wreck of a blog to be beyond a pantload of crap. And count me in as one of them ;-)!
I remember, way back in my Blue Pill days, a girl in my university residence was momentarily alarmed when I went up to her – her door was open; she was seated near the door in only a dressing gown – and was obviously intoxicated; at first, she was slightly alarmed, then she was like, “It’s okay; you’re safe.” At that moment, I was silently enraged she found me ‘safe’; if I’d wanted to, I certainly could have forced myself on her – not that I cared to, but I was just annoyed that she relaxed so quickly in my presence. I don’t want to ever be similarly considered ‘safe’ again; I like it when, if I’m walking down a street at night, a nervous young woman crosses to the other side (that has happened) – as well she should, since she shouldn’t be out alone at night, anyway, and she has no idea who I or any other strange man is, or what we might do.
There is nothing as insulting to the masculine nature as to be ignored and disregarded, and in the face of such casual disregard, our anger seeks to arouse a reaction. I think this is what triggers many mass killings. I can relate :)
Indeed, I think many of us can; far more than the few who actually cross the line.
Women’s attraction to lovers has another mysterious ingredient: the puzzle of concealed ovulation. Unlike chimpanzees, women’s genitals do not become engorged when they ovulate. Women have “lost estrus” and engage in sex throughout their ovulatory cycle. Conventional scientific wisdom has declared that a woman’s ovulation is cryptic, concealed even from the woman herself. But have the urges associated with ovulation totally vanished?