They Are All The Same
Beta Friend: You don’t understand, [Alpha], she’s different. Your little tricks won’t work on her – she’s not easy.
Alpha: For you.
Beta Friend: What?
Alpha: She’s not easy… for you.
Beta Friend: What does that mean?
Alpha: Just because you have trouble getting her pants doesn’t mean everyone does. Listen man, all women are the same. She’s easy for someone, it just isn’t you.
I recently had the pleasure of a very revealing email exchange with a female reader. The email exchange starts innocently enough, but quickly takes a turn for the worse when she feels slightly offended. Though this reader started out friendly, and saying she agrees with my views, you’ll see by the end of this exchange that she actually exemplifies the very things I hate to see in a woman.
Name – Carla
Your Email – xxxxx@xxxxxx.xxx
Email Subject – Feminism is bad…
Message – I like your views… I totally agree!! Why can’t men be men and women be women for God sake!!!!! this is fucking up our world… so who are you?
I’ll admit, I was a little wary at this point. I assumed that it was that one dumb cunt I shut down the other day using a throwaway email and a very poor attempt at getting my personal information. The “so who are you” like struck me as a little too forward – It’s a very flirty line (I’ve only heard it in bars, honestly). My thinking was Dumb Cunt is emailing me in a sexually aggressive way on the assumption that I’m a lonely sexless virgin who would jump at the chance to talk to a ‘real woman’. I responded accordingly:
A guy with a hobby.
Who are you?
-Alpha
I’m a girl that wishes more men were like you! Are you in the USA? I’m in [redacted]… Possibly the worst place to find a real man!
Id love to post some of my views… Like how feminists fucked up our world! Now we have double duty (work and have kids) Maybe they should have asked us first! …and where are they now?! They left us with a big pile over here!!
Weak men love feminism… It’s less responsibility for them while a growing sense of redundancy turns them into pathetic bitches!
Carla
Note that she immediately tosses an IOI my way (“[I wish] more men were like you!”) and follows it with an immediate shot for personal information. Being as the United States is fucking gigantic, I don’t see this as too much to ask – and I oblige.
I’m in the USA, yes.
If you want to write a post, feel free. I’d be nice to have a female voice.
Do you run a blog?
-Alpha
She responds:
Cool… what city/state? I just started a blog called “mythoughtsandmore” but I haven’t written anything yet… I have to be a little careful… I am very opinionated, outspoken and I’m a real estate agent so… people have to “like” me… being or thinking different is not good for anyone over here. I’m also conservative, not religious but spritual. I’m not a huge fan of our socialtist ways [redacted]… I could go on forever :p I’m 37, you? You must be married or in a relationship? I know there are more men like you [in the US] and have considered moving there…
Carla
Holy shit. This confirms that she is, indeed, digging for personal information about me. I’m not sure if she is Dumb Cunt or if she’s legitimately interested in me – either way she asks for:
- My City
- My State
- My Occupation (though she never asks, she baits with her own)
- Age
- Marital Status
Of course, anyone that reads this blog can probably answer this last one – so I’m thinking she isn’t really a regular reader. I figure it’s about time to go ahead and end the exchange, and so I reply:
Carla,
Your interest in me is both cute and flattering. Unfortunately, as wonderful of a woman as I’m sure you are, certain information about me such as my city, state, occupation, marital status, name, age, and phone number are confidential and only a certain group of people can and will be privy to such information. c I doubt there are very many other men like me anywhere, especially not in the US. As far as moving here goes, do it. Despite what we all say and moan about, this is still the land of the free, home of the brave, and greatest nation on earth. We will get through this rough patch and be great once more, I truly believe it.
-Alpha
It is at this point that she begins responding like a typical woman would; observe:
I am sorry you think I’m ‘interested’ in you… I was interested in getting to know you and that was all.
I think your assumption of what i wanted is rude.Carla
I denied her very open advances towards me with a hard IOD and a neg, and then told her why I wouldn’t be sharing any of my personal information with her. Like any woman who is turned down by a man, she can’t quite figure why or how this would happen thus begins to kick the rationalization into overdrive. Of course, since women today lack any form of grace, she doesn’t know how to recover from her social faux pas and immediately shifts the blame off of herself and back onto me – saying that I misunderstood her intent (plainly apparent that I didn’t).
Just because she’s an uppity bitch, I decide to let her hold it and make her feel like the idiot she is:
Carla,
I assumed you wanted to know my city, state, marital status and age. I drew those assumptions from these things you said: “what city/state? […] I’m 37, you? You must be married or in a relationship? …”
I think your assumption of what I presumably thought you wanted is silly. Please, go back and re-read my email and compare whatever inference you drew against what I actually wrote. I assume you are interested me because you ask me personal questions – also, we’re talking. Typically, when I have no interest in a person whatsoever, I do not talk to them. You don’t deny you’re interested in me (“I was interested in getting to know you”). I stated that I found your interest both cute and flattering, but unfortunately was unable to answer your questions – predominately on the grounds that I don’t know you. At all. I have no idea who you are, or what your intentions, thus you get no personal information at this time. I then spoke patriotically about my country, which is neither here nor there.
The real problem here, Carla, is that you read a sexual connotation into the word “interest” when there, in fact, never was one.
-Alpha
I would like to take a moment to explain: If you read my prior response to her, you’ll notice that there is nothing sexual – either implicit or explicit – in what I said. The only way I could have read a sexual connotation into what I wrote is if I had wanted there to be one. Likewise, the only way she could have read a sexual connotation into my response is if she herself had meant for there to be one in her initial emailing me. I sum this idea up in the last sentence for her – though I should have expounded because she appears to be dense. It is at this point that the conversation nosedives. She responds back with a fucking book and somehow, via email, manages to vajazzle all over my day:
Actually, I think the tone of your previous email was ridiculous… Quoting you… ‘Unfortunately, as wonderful of a woman as I’m sure you are, certain information about me such as my city, state, occupation, marital status, name, age, and phone number are confidential and only a certain group of people can and will be privy to such information’ – As things stand you’re not part of that group… Well excuse me… I change my mind… you’re probably single… I don’t even know what you look like… I certainly don’t think I was coming on to you etc… just by asking where you live and your age and making an assumption that you’re not single… Sorry! I was being open with you by telling you about myself, I’ve never communicated with anyone that withholds that kind of simple information from anyone… I shared my age and where I lived with you so I didn’t think these details were so personal… I don’t think anyone would think it strange to tell another person they just started chatting with the city in which they live… I don’t think I asked for your phone number either… this response makes you look like an arrogant ass and someone I’d rather NOT know.
Anyway… this is way too dramatic for my liking… and simply put ‘ridiculous’… to say the least. I I’d rather get to know a “feminist”… and that’s all I was trying to do “get to know you”… all you had to say was “I’m not interested”.
C
So she responds with an insult (“I change my mind… you’re probably single…”) and then follows it up by saying that none of the information she asked for is personal. Let’s never mind the fact that every piece of paper that I’ve ever filled out in my life that asks for that information comes with a fucking privacy policy, if I don’t openly reveal it on this blog it is probably safe to assume that I don’t want you to have it. I’m truly sorry she doesn’t feel those details are personal, because the internet is a big scary place and anonymity is one of the few things that make it safer. She even goes on to say, exact quote, “I don’t think anyone would think it strange to tell another person they just started chatting with the city in which they live…”. What happened to stranger danger? You’ll note that, because I’m a fucking Saint of a man, I’ve cut out a large amount of identifying information about her because, unlike her, I’m not a fucking numb nuts. My favorite part of her diatribe, however, happened to be the part where she called me an arrogant asshole as if she were somehow surprised by this. I commented:
Carla,
Have you even read my blog? Of course I’m an arrogant asshole – were expecting lolipops and rainbows? I’m sorry I didn’t feel the need to tell you personal details about myself or my life. Please go and be friends with a feminist – based on your stereotypical female over-reaction, you’d probably have more in common with her anyway.
All The Best,
-Alpha
She started off telling me how she was different and saying all of the things she thought I wanted to hear. I presume that she was trying from the beginning to get personal information about me in an attempt to somehow “out” me or otherwise discredit me/make my life hell. Luckily for me, she is either very dumb or not very bright. Either way, in the end she showed her hand and turned out to be the exact same as every other woman in the West.
Remember kids, no matter what she says or how she acts: They’re all the same. That should help you get them off that pedestal.
Carla went radio silent for two days (because God does exist, and he does love me), before shooting off this email:
By the way… Don’t fucking crank call me either!! I’ll find you and then you’ll be sorry!!
I’ve NEVER had crank calls before and now I do?! You’re the only loser I’ve met I the last 2 days! Don’t even bother replying to my email… just don’t bother me!
I’m going to make my response to this very public: Carla, you are a stupid fucking cunt. You never once told me your phone number, and the information you did give me wouldn’t have been enough to find your phone number via an online service. I would have also needed a zip code and from there an address to confirm which of the, I’m sure, multiple Carlas that would have turned up in the search results was actually you. Being as I was not provided that information – and also because I seriously got not give less of a fucking shit about you – I did not look up your number, and I did not prank call you. Please get over yourself. For a “woman” who claims to be 37, you sure do act hell of a lot like my 6 year old niece. Now kindly piss the hell off.
Post Script – I highly doubt you’ll ever find me, and even if you did I doubt you could or would do anything that would make me regret responding to you more than I already do.
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