22 November 2009

Sonia & Sarah

Guys,

In recent days, I've discovered a great blog: The Thinking Housewife. She has lots of good stuff on there. She also sees through Sarah Palin, and she shows why Palin is more dangerous than your radical feminists. This essay is one of many showing the danger that Palin poses...

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Sonia and Sarah


It is interesting to contrast and compare two of the most prominent women in American politics this summer. They are dramatically different figures. Let’s leave aside their sharply differing political views for a moment. It’s interesting to look at these women simply as models for women.

What do they have to say to the young women of America about their hopes and dreams? Sonia Sotomayor is far less dangerous in this respect than Sarah Palin.

Sotomayor has justified her radically feminist speeches on the ground that they were purely inspirational. She was trying to motivate young women and Hispanics to succeed in the tough realm of law. This is a poor defense for her remarks and no disavowal of the content of the speeches. But, the question here is this. Is she truly inspirational?

Sotomayor is the sort of woman whose life speaks honestly to women who wish to reach the pinnacles of law. It shows what sacrifices are involved. Sotomayor is divorced and has said publicly that her work contributed to the break-up of her marriage. She has no children. She is manly in manner and appearance. Young women look at Sonia and realize that they must make real choices. In other words, she is inspirational, but only to those willing to pay the inevitable costs.

Sarah, however, offers an image that is an illusory bargain. She has five children, a handsome husband, a pretty face, and a feminine style. Young women look at Sarah and think, “Ambition carries no price. I can have it all.” Sarah, for all her populist charm, is removed from real life. Many women who try to emulate her will find themselves with haphazard homes, few children and divorce. It’s a bargain they cannot replicate.

Sarah lives the feminist dream. Sonia lives the life of the female exception.

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That was good stuff! You can look for more from Laura, the thinking housewife, in the future. The conservatives are all GAGA over Sarah Palin-just gaga for her! Though I find Sarah Palin likeable (not to mention pretty), there's always been a part of me that has misgivings about her. The Thinking Housewife put my misgivings into words that encapsulate my thoughts. Thank you.

MarkyMark

21 November 2009

My Take on Game & PUAs

Guys,

I don't have to tell you that 'game' has been a huge topic of discussion in the men's blogosphere as of late; it's been all the rage on certain websites and blogs. If you haven't been living under a rock, then you're familiar with what I'm talking about. I'm finally going to weigh in on this. What I'm about to say will ruffle some feathers; many will not like what I have to say. Oh well, someone has to say what needs to be said...

Before I go any farther, let me say this: game = deeds and words designed for getting into a chick's pants pronto-that's it! Uzem & Luzem has the best definition of game that I've read anywhere, so I'm using that as my working definition; that is how I'm defining game. The word, 'game', has been misused so often that it's appropos to define the meaning thereof.

I don't have a problem with what the PUAs call 'inner game', because that's just another name for masculine traits. Inner game deals with being the best man one can be; developing confidence; and other, similar, traditionally masculine attributes. Who could have a problem with being the best man one can be? I don't.

Having said that, I do have some problems with 'running game'. I'll enumerate them below, and discuss them in detail.

The first problem with game that bothers me is the necessity of PUA to meet women. I think that, in order to be a successful PUA, one has to change his personalty; one has to become something he's not; one has to live a lie. What does that do to one's psyche?

My second problem with PUA is using someone else for your own, selfish pleasure. That's just flat out wrong in my book. PUAs can dress up their act any way they like, but that, in essence, is what they're all about; that's their raison d'etre. Look at Roissy and the overall theme of his site, and you'll see what I mean.

Thirdly, since one has to live a lie, one starts off a relationship based on lies. After all, PUA, at its core, is deception. I know that the PUAs out there will scream bloody murder that it's not, but what do you call hiding the truth-in this case, the truth of who you are, what you're about, etc.? Starting a relationship based on lies is wrong. PUA means telling lies, even if those lies are told more by actions vs. words.

Finally, on a practical level, here's the second, major problem I have with PUA: sooner or later, the real you has to come out; sooner or later, the mask has to come off! What happens then? To me, it just makes more sense for both parties (the man & woman) to be up front about themselves. That way, each person can make a more informed choice, and neither one wastes their time. Sooner or later, they're going to see the REAL me; they might as well see it up front and see it right away. That's how I want others to treat me, so it's only proper and right that I treat them likewise.

I find Roissy's site depressing. I find it depressing because it shows the state of society. I also find it depressing, because that's what's necessary to get women. The vast majority of women RESPOND to PUA; if they didn't, guys wouldn't be doing it by the millions now, would they?

Those are my thoughts on PUA and game. Folks may agree or disagree, but that's where I stand on game. Thank you.

MarkyMark

Ladies, Drop The Bitch Shield!

Guys,

I was hanging out on Mancoat before I get something to eat here, and I found THIS gem by Emanon. This sums up the gripe we men have with the attitudes of American women...

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The strongest biological drive that men have for behavior that is not necessary for survival, such as breathing and eating, is sex. Even with this extreme advantage over men, women still aren't capable of making themselves more interesting and fun than a glowing box of moving images.

Seriously, girls, even a tiny bit of effort on your part to make yourselves nice and charming and feminine would give you the power to make men cross the street just to talk to you. If you are less charming and interactive than a fu(k!ng COMPUTER, then it's YOUR fault that men find you boring and good for nothing other than temporary physical release.

It's a complete turnoff to say "Hi" to a woman you've just met and have her scowl at you - this is the default mode of bitchiness in most American women. Most men aren't even trying to get in your pants, much less rape everything with XX chromosomes. Stop treating us as if we are rapists that that should be tasered daily as a preventive measure. Drop the hostility and the "bitch shield" and the feminist presumption that women are superior and men are scum. Reverse the polarity of your personality from "repel" to "attract". Maybe THEN you will become more interesting to men than a bunch of pixels.

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I couldn't have said it much better myself. Until next time...

MarkyMark

18 November 2009

Reality...

Guys,

I used to enjoy reading this blog when it was active. The man had some good ideas, ideas that I'll be sharing with my readers. Enjoy this post...

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I had a long talk with a friend tonight. He is in Florida and I'm a few states away. Again, he's broken hearted as his current girlfriend won't accept his marriage proposal.

She's had six "serious" relationships which all included sex and love and living together. In short, she isn't fit for love and marriage. She is what most of us realize is a short-term whore. Most single women over 25 are exactly this; they want to have lots of sexual experience and worship the low-life guys. Of course, they are always on the lookout for the "save for later" guys; you know, the ones who are faithful and decent, and most of all earn a decent salary.

Don't be the last sex partner in a very long line. Think of it this way; would you propose to a woman who had just fucked an entire football team? That's about the amount of sexual experience most single women have had. Unless you meet a woman from a very traditional society or religious group, they are pretty much used up prostitutes by age 30. It's sad, but that's the way it is in Western society.

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Like I said, the man has some good info for my readers. You'll be seeing more soon...

MarkyMark

15 November 2009

Western Women Can't Get Dates Overseas!

Guys,

These articles are almost a dime a dozen now; it's getting to the point where I could almost devote an entire blog to them! Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but not much of one. I could certainly run more pieces like this, because they're so plentiful. Now sit back, open a cold one, and enjoy some schadenfreude with me as we listen to these Western skanks lament the dearth of men that they so RIGHTFULLY deserve! May they always get the man they deserve-none.

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Foreign women label Beijing a dating wasteland


By Erik Nilsson (China Daily)
Updated: 2006-11-11 08:46


As China's expatriate population grows, many foreign women looking for love are saying this is the wrong place to meet Mr Right.

That's because any DECENT man, any man who could be Mr. Right, doesn't want anything to do with these skanks!

Many single expat women quickly find that most foreign dreamboats have already sailed, and their chemistry with local men rarely stirs the right mix for a love potion.

These dreamboats have sailed to cleaner waters that offer better fishing-duh!

"The dating scene in Beijing is sad," said 27-year-old Kate Minnikin, of Brisbane, Australia. "I know a lot of expat women who are single, but I don't know one foreign man who's single."

You don't know one foreign man who's single; many expat women you know ARE single. Do you think that there might there be a connection there? Just wondering...

Minnikin, a research and development specialist for a human resource development company who has lived in China for two years, said the reason there aren't many available foreign men is simple: "There are a lot of Chinese women; they're available, and they have a lot to offer."

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! Miss Minnikin gets it right! Chinese women, when compared to their Western counterparts, DO have a lot to offer. It's akin to comparing a BMW to a beat up Yugo-IOW, no comparison whatsoever.

The dating problem of China's forlorn foreign females has become a hot topic on online forums for expatriate such as www.thatsbj.com and http://asiaxpat.com. Threads with titles such as "Why foreign women will NEVER have a dating scene" and "How can a woman find a man?" are becoming increasingly popular.

Why will a foreign woman never have a dating scene? That's easy; they're uber BITCHES, that's why! Now that these womens' countrymen have seen what real women are like, they want NO PART of their female homies. You'd think that these stupid bitches would put 2+2 together, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you figure that they'd see that there's-gasp-a REASON why they're single, while their fellow countrymen are not?

"I have lived in Asia for about four years now and know how tall blondes are treated by a lot of the men here," said MTGirl, who posted on a "Frustrated woman" thread on thatsbj.com's Love and Dating forum. "Although that has not turned me into a man-hater, I find the situation frustrating."

Aw, what's the matter, Sweet Pee? You can't handle the fact that you're no longer the center of attention like you were back home? You know, THIS is the life your countrymen have lived all their lives! Ah, but it was all right when the shoe was on their foot; now that it's on yours, it's unfair and frustrating?! Come on! Cry me a river, Darlin'! It's nice to see you get a taste of the medicine you've dished out to good guys all your lives back home. How does it feel, hmmm?

Offline, MTGirl is Juanita Hartman, 33, who came to Beijing from Ellensburg, Washington, as a research fellow studying Chinese history at Peking University.

Ah, now we know a little more about MTGirl. She's a research fellow, which means she's an academic; since she's a female academic, that means she's STEEPED in feminism; she's a man hater, extraordinaire. Is it any wonder why she doesn't have a man?! Her attitude is so toxic that men can practically see it! I've been around these women, and the aura of misandry surrounding them is so strong that it may as well be physically visible.

She says that even though foreign men in Beijing are available, she has seen that they are likelier to seek local women.

Behind Door #1, we have someone who is: 1) cute; 2) intelligent; 3) can talk about more than who won American Idol; 4) has domestic skills; 5) gasp-likes men! Or, behind Door #2, an expat man can have a woman who is: 1) a raging feminazi; 2) dumb & clueless; 3) can't talk about anything other than the latest celebrity gossip; 4) has NO domestic skills whatsoever; 5) hates men and everything about them. Gee, what should I pick? I know, I know; it's a difficult decision-not! How stupid can Western women be?!

"It really doesn't bother me that they overlook expat women," Hartman said. "What bothers me are the looks of disdain I get when I'm out and about.

That begs an obvious question: how many contemptuous looks of disdain did you give to men back home, hmmm? Another question I have to ask is this: how do you like having the shoe on YOUR foot, Darlin'? How do you like being on the receiving end of what you dished out to us all those years? You know what I have to say to that? Tough! Welcome to my life, Sweetheart!

"Men look away when eye contact is made," she said. "I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, but I'm not butt-ugly, either.

Just like you looked away from men when you were back home-especially when you were young, hot, and desireable. Oh, and while you may not be butt-ugly on the outside, you ARE butt-ugly on the inside! Now that your fellow countrymen have seen sane women overseas; now that your fellow countrymen have been around women who don't hate and fear them; they can see just how TOXIC you are! Is it any wonder men turn away from you in disgust?!

"Living in China for about four years has given me great insight to who I am and what I want. Part of that self-discovery has been that I haven't had a steady boyfriend and had to struggle through comparing myself to these beautiful, petite Chinese girls.

You ALMOST had a glimmer of understanding here-almost! But, you couldn't follow all the way through with it, could you? While the Chinese women are nice to look at, that's not all that's appealling about them. Their nice exteriors catch our eyes, while their nicer personalities, their nicer interiors, KEEP them...

"I am 176 centimetres tall and often felt like a bull in a china shop - no pun intended. I have come to terms with the way I look and the way I am built. I am more confident because of this experience."

Uh, you don't sound that confident to me-not when you were talking about having to compare yourself to those pretty, petite Chinese girls. The nicer packaging Chinese girls come in catches our eyes; the superior CONTENTS of said packaging KEEPS them. You might want to think about that, Darlin'! It's not your face; it's not your body; it's your attitude...

For China's lonely "laowai" ladies, it seems the problem is a matter of not only the quantity of men, but also the quality.

Translation: there are no 'hawt' bad boys chasing these skanks! They no longer have their pick of the litter, and they're pissed.

Many foreign women complain that the fabric of the men who are attracted to the expatriate lifestyle is too often different from that of good dating material.

"Beijing seems to attract only certain types of guys: English-teacher types straight out of college who just want to have fun, ladder-climbing executive types and a bunch of weirdoes," said Emily Patterson, 23, of Cleveland, Ohio, who works as a reporter for a Chinese magazine in Beijing. "You don't want a college guy. Maybe the executive type is already married, busy or boring. And of course, you don't want to date a weirdo.

Weirdo = nice guy who this American woman finds boring; this is the kind of guy she'd call 'creepy' back home. The executive, even if he isn't married, is going to have many, many much better options; he'll be able to get someone younger, hotter, and nicer than this American bitch. Finally, this Emily Patterson resents the fact that, for once in her life, the roles are reversed; for once in her life, guys her age are wanted; she's not; and she can't STAND the reversal of fortune! Aw, you want me to cry for you now or later?

"At home, maybe you meet a hundred nice, normal, single, socially, capable guys, and you have feelings for one or two. Here you meet five normal guys, and there's such a small chance that one of them is the one you want."

What did I tell you?! What did I tell you?! She no longer has the pick of the litter, and now she's pissed-waaaaaaaaahhhh! Cry me a river, Darlin'...

Hartman agrees: "I think the main problem in Beijing is that most of the men here I wouldn't touch back home, so why would I here?"

Uh, Miss Hartman, now that these men have seen and experienced REAL women, they're asking themselves the same question! They're asking themselves what they EVER saw in toxic women like you.

Oh, and before you dismiss these men as being of low or no quality, here's something to think about, Darlin': even though there is a shortage of females in China, expat men have no problem finding themselves one! Thanks to China's one child per family policy, many girl babies haven't been allowed to live; they were never born, or they were killed shortly after birth because the families deemed boys to be more useful. This has resulted in a shortage of Chinese women for the available, eligible, local men. To put it in words you, the vapid, shallow Western bitch would understand, that means that there are millions of more Chinese men vs. women; there's a huge surplus of Chinese men vis a vis women.

According to your logic, your countrymen shouldn't have a prayer! However, these expat men, your countrymen, are not only adding to this demographic imbalance; they are in COMPETITION with the local boys, and they have no problem finding themselves a woman-wow! How could they do that if they were of such low quality? How could they find a local woman at all when the local, Chinese women can have their pick of men? Could it be that the countrymen you so blithely and cavalierly dismiss aren't so low quality after all? Could it be that your countrymen are really good guys? Could it be that it's your selection criteria that needs a reality check?! Nah, that couldn't be it, because you're a 'goddess', and goddesses can never do any wrong, right?

Like many expatriate women in China, Hartman believes that while "a few" laowai guys in China are worthwhile men, capable of establishing solid relationships, many come here to get a badly needed ego boost.

Here we have an over the hill, past her expiration date, man hating feminazi academic talking about fragile egos?! Come on! She can't handle the fact that she's no longer the cat's meow like she was back home, and she can't stand it.

"The majority of men come here because they have issues back home ... or they just can't get a woman back home for a number of reasons," she said. "They come here because they become a big fish in a little pond; they become very important and sought after."

Damn right we have issues back home-a dearth of decent women! We have issues with the shallow, vapid, filthy, dumb, clueless, disease ridden skanks from which we get to pick. We have issues with being sold a rotten, shit sandwich, while being told that it's filet mignon! We have issues with paying a Ferrari price for a beat up Yugo. If that's having issues, then we plead guilty as charged, your honor...

Oh, and guys who took assignments in China probably did so for other reasons besides women. They took them to take advantage of the travel opportunity this would offer them. They took advantage of a once in a lifetime chance to see a unique place many of us never even get to VISIT during our lives! Why wouldn't a young, single guy take advantage of the opportunity to not only visit China, but actually LIVE there?! That's the mindset I had when I was offered assignment to Pearl Harbor during my Navy days.

Ah, but when your countrymen got to China, they had their eyes opened; they saw something that they'd never, ever seen before: sane, happy, reasonable, intelligent, and pretty women who actually LIKED them-wow! Not only that, the Chinese women treated your countrymen with dignity and respect-something you never gave them back home, my dear. I know, because I speak from experience here.

I remember when I was in the Navy, and we were on our way home from our Mediterranean Sea deployment. Before we went through the Straits of Gibraltar though, we made a call on Palma de Mallorca. I remember going to a local laundry to do my clothes; it would be the last chance I had for weeks to do my own laundry. Anyway, I met some local girls out and about. One of my buddies was trying to ditch them, so I took them off his hands.

After finishing my laundry, I and these three local girls sat down at a nearby streetside cafe. We, all of whom were strangers, laughed, talked, and enjoyed one another's company; it was a night to remember! Even though this was back in 1984, before American women became totally toxic, it occurred to me that this had NEVER, ever happened to me back home, nor was it ever likely to. I could tell many stories like this! Once I went overseas, I had no problem meeting women at all. It was quite the eye opener for me-just like it is for the countrymen you so blithely dismiss, Miss Hartmann. Just another little something to think about, Darlin'...

For these reasons, these women see the pool of single, dateable foreign men more as a small puddle. And they don't consider dating locals a viable option.

Sheesh, how STUPID can American women be?! Really, how stupid can they be? They have the same, unrealistic standards that they have back home, even though they're in a weaker bargaining position! Think about it; these Western chicks are competing against the Chinese women; the men have options, so their standards need a reality check-duh. The countrymen they so casually dismiss as being undateable have no problem finding local, Chinese women-women who are smarter, sweeter, and prettier than they are! You'd think that Western women would see the competition, and realize that they need to settle for a regular guy, not some romance novel fantasy archetype that they have in their silly, little heads, but no. Even without options, Western women STILL have the same, crazy standards that they always had! Again, how stupid can someone be?! Sorry, but I just can't wrap my arms round the illogic in that.

Oh, BTW, the local Chinese men don't see you toxic, Western bitches as a viable option either. You're NOT a viable option to any man who has a brain and loves himself the least little bit! Get a grip, Ladies! While you're at it, get over yourselves too.

"Women need to communicate more, so for women who don't speak Chinese, we don't have as many options as men," said Minnikin.

You realize the what while missing the WHY! You're so close, yet so far...

There are cultural barriers, as well.

Mainly a culture that doesn't condone, let alone encourage, bad behavior of women. You think that that might have a little something to do with it?

"Most Chinese guys are really shy," Patterson said. "They work really long hours and don't come out to bars and parties, which is where you usually meet people."

That's because, at the end of a long day, these guys have no ENERGY to go out, Miss Patterson! I know, because I work a lot myself. I've been working 50-60 hour weeks as of late; I start @ 0730 in the morning, and my day ends @ 1800-if I don't stay late, something I do on occasion. By the time I get home, I'm pooped. Oh, BTW, I have to fix supper, do dishes, laundry, and stuff like that. There are only so many hours in a day-sheesh! I don't know about my Chinese counterparts, but when my day ends, all I want to do is go home and relax...

Josh Bernstein, 21, of Phoenix, Arizona, has organized an informal singles group and has seen first-hand the difficulties faced by Western women interested in Chinese men.

The singles party he hosted a week ago attracted more than 20 Chinese women, four Western women, 10 foreign men and two Chinese men.

He said that while the foreign men ignored the Western girls, the Chinese men struck up conversation with them. But in the end, it was only talk.

Yeah, that's because, after talking to the Western girls, the Chinese guys figured out in minutes that they're filthy, shallow, vapid, not to mention toxic, bitches. They realized that they don't WANT any of that, thank you kindly...

"These foreign girls, even though they talk to the guys who they are interested in and think are interested in them, the Chinese guys seem to be too shy or too worried about saving face to make a move," Bernstein said. "They're afraid of making a mistake because of cultural differences. A lot of Chinese guys don't know about foreign girls and don't know how to approach them."

Uh, Mr. Mangina, if what you say is true, then riddle me this: how the HELL has China managed to become the world's most POPULOUS country, hmmm? If what you say is true, then these Chinese men shouldn't be meeting, let alone mating with, women. Nevertheless, these same Chinese guys have managed to do so much mating that China as the most people on Earth. How does something like that happen, Mr. Mangina? Care to tell me, you idiot? You'd think that, after having seen superior women, that this idiot wouldn't stick up for his nasty, bitchy countrywomen...

Hartman, for one, said she has given up on the dating scene, and believes it's for the best.

"I came to the conclusion that whatever happens will happen" she said. "I could find the love of my life here and have a great story to tell, but I could also return home alone.

Uh, let me save you some suspense, Miss Hartman; you WILL return home alone! The only stories you'll have to tell are how those low quality guys ignored you, yet ended up with those pretty, petite Chinese girls...

"Either way, I am still learning about myself, and isn't living abroad all about the learning experience?"

Yeah, but will you learn the right lessons? That's the question! Somehow, I doubt it. You won't be able to shake your goddess complex, so you'll pin the blame on everything and everyone but where it truly belongs-with YOU...

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I don't know what to say, other than I cannot make this up; my imagination isn't that good! These stupid, shallow women make my job easy though. It's easier than shooting fish in a barrel. Until next time...

MarkyMark

Some Woman's Hints about Marriage..

Guys,

I've had this saved in my Blog Fodder folder for some time, and I thought today would be a good time to run this. It's a woman writer giving tips to women about how to give hints to their boyfriends that they want marriage. I thought I'd share this with my readers as a public service; my insightful commentary is thrown in for free, as always...

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Ready for marriage? Here's how to drop the hint.

July 9, 1:09 PMNewlywed Relationship ExaminerAnne-Marie Scali


Some guys need a nudge when it comes to popping the question while others can hardly wait. Dropping hints that you're ready to get married can be fun and playful but how do you know when you've gone too far?

How do you know you've gone too far? When you've THOUGHT about it, that's when!

Do you repeatedly leave the latest Tiffany catalog resting on top of your boyfriend's Sports Illustrated?

No, he'll just toss it in the trash, which is where it belongs. If the man had any sense, he'd toss YOU in the trash with it! Freakin' Ameriskanks...

Do you only order desserts that could easily lend themselves to hiding a ring inside?

Uh, how is THIS going to get the hint across? What kind of desserts would lend themselves to hiding a ring, anyway? How are you going to hide it in ice cream, pie, or cake of any kind, hmmm? And, if you're getting a different dessert, how in blazes is your BF supposed to get the hint anyway?! WTF do women insist in speaking in hints? Why can't you all just get to the freakin' point already?!

If my woman (assuming I actually WANTED one, that is) got a dessert that's different from her normal fare, do you know what I'd think? I'd think that she's trying something different; that she didn't want the same old, same old thing; I'd think lots of things, but marriage wouldn't be among them-duh!

Have you taken your boyfriend to get measured for a tuxedo "just in case," and do you wear long white gowns to all of his fancy work functions?

That would be going over the line, big time. If a woman dragged me in to a tuxedo shop, I'd be exiting stage right immediately! I'd run hard; I'd run fast. I'd run silent; I'd run deep. I could run in any number of ways, but you can bet your bippy that I'd run away-far away! Eject! Eject! Eject!

What if he didn't have any fancy work functions though? In the rare event that we have one, it isn't fancy; we just show up in our regular work clothes, because the few work functions we have take place on company property. Besides, wouldn't wearing a long, white gown be, er, inappropriate for such a function?

If the answer is yes and your guy still isn't getting the hint that you're ready for marriage, try these 5 easy ways to hint at it.

All right, Fellas, here it comes...

1. Start attending religious services when you know a wedding will be taking place. If you're not the religious type, then navigate your way past a place of worship around 4pm on Saturday afternoon instead. Confirm that there will be a wedding taking place there and make sure you are in the driver's seat when you cruise by. Your guy won't help but notice the big white gown as you halt to a snail's pace and let out a low whistle.

If he had any brains, he'll be thinking, "What dumb f*ck" as you drive past the funeral, I mean wedding...

2. Fill his Netflix queue with wedding themed comedies and claim you thought he'd appreciate a good laugh. Meanwhile, make sure you pick out movies where the wedding actually takes place as opposed to say, Bride Wars, where the plot alone with cause him to swear off all things wedding related for eternity.

That one might backfire, because most of these romantic comedies engage in a fair amount of man bashing. Fellas, if your woman does this to you, then you can discern the following: a) your woman hates men, because she sees nothing wrong with the man bashing in these romantic comedies; b) your woman wants to get married, in which case you should be pulling the ejection handles. Why do you want to be MARRIED to someone who hates men, and thinks that they're scum of the Earth? Why do you want to be married, period? Why are you so eager to surrender your freedom, Fellas?! Why?

3. Plan a 5 star vacation complete with adventure sports, palm trees and tall umbrella drinks. Send him the itinerary and then a quick follow up email that states, "Oops. I knew this was too good to be true. The fine print reads that this exclusive resort is for honeymoon couples only!"

That's not too bright, because I wouldn't see the underlying hint. I'd just take it as a mistake on my GF's part, and continue what I was doing. Besides, see my previous comments about women and their hints. They piss me off! If you want something, Ladies, then just come out with it; don't beat around the bush, for cryin' out loud...

4. Next time the two of you are in Home Depot and your guy is complaining about the cost of upgrading his Craftsman, point out Home Depot just happens to be a great place to register for wedding gifts. Same thing goes for Best Buy, Dick's Sporting Goods or any other retailer that holds a special place in his heart.

Run, my friend, run! Eject! Eject! Eject!

5. Fill your apartment with fresh flowers and be sure to gather them up bouquet style and walk across the room humming "Here Comes The Bride" loud enough for him to notice.

Get out! Get out! (Done Amityville Horror style)

If you still find that your left ring finger is without a friend, ask yourself if you are truly ready for marriage. Think about what marriage means to you and why you believe your relationship is truly ready for it. If you think your boyfriends feels the same way but is just having trouble dropping to one knee, then meet him halfway there. It's perfectly okay to propose to a guy.

One, I'll be DAMNED if I drop on one knee for some bitch! Yeah, like I'll beg some chick for the privilege of my own enslavement-not! How dumb can a guy be to get married to a modern, feminazi, American woman, anyway?

Two, few, if any, American women are ready for marriage. They can't cook; they can't clean; they can't even be decent companions anymore! BTW, this is empowerment; why, it's oppressive for a woman to know how to do these things and treat her man like-gasp-a human being. Oh, the horror!

Women offer nothing these days, nothing at all. They don't bring anything to the table-not anything worth having, that is. They bring a lack of domestic skills; some of them can't even boil water! They bring sour attitudes to the table; why would I want to LIVE The Taming of the Shrew for real? Why would I want to do that?

Ah, but that's not all, my friends! Women bring even more to the table. They bring copious STDs and STIs to the table, because they lived like a bad amateur porn star before they met you! Their birth canals have seen more penises than a urologist! Yeah, like I want a woman with a birth canal so polluted that I can't even have a kid with her-not! That's no joke, either; many women have C-sections to deliver their babies because their birth canals are riddled with diseases they got while living the 'Sex and the City' lifestyle. What's in it for any decent guy to do that, hmmm? Yeah, that's what I thought...

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Again, I cannot make this stuff up! No matter how hard I tried, I could not make this up. Fellas, don't get married; the life & freedom you save may be your own! Until next time...

MarkyMark

13 November 2009

Woman Seeking a Slave, Er Man...

Guys,

I know I always say it, but I CANNOT make this up. No matter how hard I tried, I could NOT make this up! Here's yet another gem from Craig's List, a web site that's useful for seeing women as they are...

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Woman seeks Man for Manly Duties


Date: 2009-01-30, 12:30PM EST

I would like a man to perform some duties that have become beholden to him through generations of selection, and to a lesser degree, racism, sexism and plain stupidity.

Yeah, men USED to be stupid when volunteering to be slaves, er husbands, to women. Now that we've wised up, you can be the men you've always wanted to be, Darlin'...

Here's what I need. I need a man, first and foremost, to get my damn car out of the snow. There's only one of me. I need someone to push it and by "it" I mean car. You can say, "crank it!" or maybe "gun it!" or "that's my FOOT, goddammit!" Seriously I need groceries. Oh. Also I need a tune-up. On the car. I can help, I will purchase the air filter and flushing fluid or whatever.

I thought women were strong, independent, and empowered. I thought you all didn't NEED no stinkin' man! Sorry, I couldn't resist...

Now, other things I need you to do include some simple patchwork on my walls. Then you'll need to paint of course. I mean, I could do this I guess, but see I lack the tools and this just would be a nice gesture on your part. Also I'm going to need furniture and its subsequent arrangement. You are the perfect candidate what with your higher muscle to fat ratio. Remember to lift with your knees, hon. Also the bathroom is pretty gross. It needs to be finished since my man-boy landlord figure is as useless, as say, the elder Rocky Balboa, electric toothbrushes (are you really so lazy you find the task of rotating toothbrush in circular manner yourself daunting?) and WalMart.

Would this nice gesture be met with a nice gesture on your part? So far, I keep seeing demands being made, but I haven't seen anything OFFERED in return yet-duh!

WTF would you know about lifting, anyway?! It's not as if you DO any!

Finally, I just LOVE the misandry coming out of your mouth. Where to start? With an attitude like yours, I hope you STAY single!

I don't currently have anyone whose ass needs to be whooped, but we will work on that. I'd expect no less of you than to fly into a jealous mad rage for my dubious honor. I'd be mad at first but then secretly delighted.

Your dubious honor is right! A man can't fight for something most women do not have these days...

I'd also like a man to be more knowledgeable about alcohol than I am. I don't drink that much. But I enjoy it and I don't know what to order. You may NOT take advantage of this arrangement by sitting bourbon in front of me, repeatedly, and letting me drink it because if I didn't it would be wasted. You know how I hate waste. But I also hate dry-heaving and sleeping with my contacts in.

Why do you want a guy more knowledgeable about alcohol, hmmm? Do you want him to have sex with you where you cannot give consent? That's what recent laws and court decisions have said: if a woman has had so much as a drop to drink, that she cannot consent to sex. Wonder if I could use that logic to get out of a DUI? Just wondering...

I need someone with whom I can purchase a house. You can store your wall patch, metric wrenches, and girly mags (frown) in it and I will store myself and collection of houseplants. I can't justify buying a house myself. And certainly the steps would be crooked or door mishung and there are limits, as mentioned previously, to my supreme handiness. You can have a workshop and I want a large bathtub surrounded my mysterious feminine products subtly reminding me that my wa-hoo is dirty and thus I am not worthy of love/validation. I think we should get some cats.

You mean you need someone to BUY you a house, isn't that right? Why buy a house when you can steal one from a man, hmmm?

Oh, and you were at least honest about one thing: your 'wa-hoo' IS dirty!

As for cats, I already have one. I had two, but I had to put Momma Cat to sleep when she had bladder cancer. Cats are better than women, BTW...

While I have a computer, obviously, it is probably laden with viruses and insecure and god knows what else. I bet you can fix this. I'd also like decent speakers through which to broadcast woxy, wnku, and npr. Really anything with letters. If you are unfamiliar with these broadcasts, please exit stage right and slip on the ice immediately.

If you're into NPR and all its leftist, politically correct, America hating garbage, then YOU should exit stage right! If you're into NPR, then the other broadcasts (woxy & wnku) have to be as bad, if not worse. Good riddance!

In return, I perform Womanly Duties that have become beholden to me through generations of selection, and to a lesser degree, racism, sexism, and plain stupidity. They include: being more socially and environmentally conscious than you generally speaking, eating healthy (and making you eat healthy too), being passive-aggressive instead of directly communicating, complaining that you are too sensitive, witholding sex in case of argument, and perhaps bearing your offspring. Things I don't do that women may typically do include shopping (except food and your ass is coming to the farmers market too), asking you about my ass, and talking excessively.

What you call 'Womanly Duties' are what I call BULLSHIT! It's because of 'womanly duties' that I've remained single, thank you...

Things I find unacceptable but could possibly turn my head if performed your Duties include excess. Such as excessive smoking, excessive gaming, excessive masturbation, excessive TV, excessive leaving your dirty socks/dishes strewn about, really excessive anything. Things you find unacceptable but could possibly turn your head might include: negativity (working on it), thrift (not working on it), excess sarcasm (see previous statement). Also I only really shave during the summer and then only knee-length. Frequently the hair on my head is just out of control.

Are you sure the rest of you isn't out of control, either?

I except that your bad habits will influence me and shorten my life span and my good habits will influence yours and lengthen your life span. Nonetheless, you will die before me and then I'll have to post on Craigslist again. Until then I look forward to your replies which either praise me or tell me to go fuck myself.

This woman displays a typical woman's attitude of superiority! Note how she says 'your bad habits' vs. 'my good habits'. There we go-misandry at its finest! Fellas, do you REALLY want to involve yourself with this? Do you?! This is what you'll get if you have a relationship with a woman; this is the attitude she'll have. I don't know about you, but I prefer to be with someone who-gasp-actually LIKES men! Unfortunately, precious few women do these days...

Sincerely,
Me

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I cannot make this up. Until next time...

MarkyMark

09 November 2009

No Viruses Found!

Guys,

As you know, I switched to Linux (Ubuntu distribution) nine months ago. A major impetus behind my switch in OS was security. Well, I just did my first ever virus scan, and guess what? I have NO VIRUSES on my computer-yes! I don't see how ANYONE could use Microsuck after hearing that...

MarkyMark

08 November 2009

Yet Another Typical, American Woman

Guys,

I saw this posting on Craig's List, and I knew my readers needed to see it. Here's yet another insight into the mind of a typical, brainwashed, feminazi, man-hating, American skank. What's sad is that this chick is from Oklahoma, which is in the Midwestern US; gals from the Midwest are thought to be of better quality than those found on the coasts. The attitude exhibited by this woman is all too typical...

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To the guy I slapped across the face in the bar... - w4m

Dear average-looking frat boy,

The image of your face when I slapped you (left-handed,too, because my drink was in my right), is one I won't soon forget.

My friend had gone to the bathroom, so when I felt a hand grab and slightly grope my ass, I had no reason to suspect that it was her who felt me up, rather than you, the innocent bystander.

I quickly turned over my shoulder and gave you a quizzical look, which you must have interpreted as come-hither, because you winked and gave me a knowing nod. Taking this as acknowledgment of "your" action, I slapped you. Hard.

This was the first time I had ever slapped anyone, and I immediately felt empowered and fully justified, having not relied on my boyfriend to stand up for my fragile female ego. Yay, feminism! This quickly turned to shock however, as I looked over at my friend, doubled over, red in the face and gasping for breath from laughing hysterically. Immediately putting two and two together, I turned to you, still standing with a very bewildered and increasingly angry look on your face. "Ohmygod, I'm so sorry-she..I.. I thought...", I struggled to apologize. "Get away from me, I don't know what's going on, get away you crazy bitch"... and then you backed up and ran away.

Can't say I blame the guy. If it had been me, I would have been tempted to make you wear my drink though...

I probably would have done the same thing, so I don't blame you for running away. I wanted to chase you and explain, but thought better of it for several reasons. I can only imagine the stories the next morning as your buddies rehashed the situation, still wondering why a random girl slapped you for no reason. At least now you (hopefully) know the reason.

Your 'reason' is no reason at all. You're just trying to justify the fact that you slapped the wrong guy.

I'm still sorry. Let me know, and I'll buy you a drink, at a safe distance, so you can be sure no violence will occur. I promise.

Sincerely,

The crazy girl who (somewhat accidently) slapped you across the face

There was nothing accidental about what you did; it was completely intentional! Unfortunately, you're all too representative of the modern, empowered, American woman. And people wonder why I'm still single?

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I can't make this up. Until next time...

MarkyMark

06 November 2009

NASCAR Wives: Some Good Women...

Guys,

You all know that I'm not shy when it comes to critiquing women; you all know that I'm more than happy to point out womens, er, shortcomings. However, there are some good women too, and it's only fair to highlight them as well. The NASCAR wives are what I'd consider good, solid women.

I've embedded a video from last week's pre-race show. The wives are only featured up to the 3:20 mark or thereabouts; after that, they cut to Jamie Little doing an interview with Ryan Newman, whose wife Krissy was featured in the video you're about to watch. You can watch it if you like, but the feature about the NASCAR wives ends at about the 3:20 mark.



Let's give props to some GOOD women out there. Let's also hope that our fellow American women would watch and learn from the examples these fine ladies set. Have a good day now...

MarkyMark

05 November 2009

Specter on a Woman's Love

Guys,

Specter had THIS to say about a woman's love during a recent Mancoat discussion. This post was nominated as 'best of' material. When you read it, you'll see why...

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Most girls won't date me, but I wouldn't marry any of them anyway. Simply fucking them and sending them home has a nice cost/benefit ratio. Living with one doesn't. Marrying one certainly doesn't.

I've just had to shift my thinking, slowly and painfully. I used to believe that a woman is someone who comes into your life who loves you and only you, untouched by other men, spotless virgin who lives to love me and just me, who I can raise perfect kids with, blah blah. Now instead of investing emotionally, I've accepted that she has loved (though not necessarily fucked) men before me, she might even love other men at the same time and she'll love other men after I get tired of her shit. She doesn't love me like I love her, doesn't feel any particular attraction towards my body (even though I'm fit and perfectly healthy), and she gags quietly at the thought of giving me a blowjob, but she does these things because she needs to enslave me to provide for her and the little money back guarantees she plans on squeezing out in a few years. It's a need for financial security dressed up as something more noble.

In another time I may have considered going the route my father and grandfather did, but paying off a college educated, stay at home mom's student loans just seems horrendously stupid. Investing emotions in a woman gives her a handle to exploit you for her financial need. See how loving a woman is towards you when you're of no use to her. Once I realized that a woman's love is not "ends" but "means", I stopped craving it. I'm slowly detaching emotionally from my own girlfriend. I think of her less and less as a wife or mother. My primary concerns are not impregnating her, and making sure she doesn't cheat so I don't get an STD.

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Yeah, I know; it was good stuff. Have a good day now...

MarkyMark

04 November 2009

A Fun Discussion, by Christopher in Oregon

Guys,

I was taking a quick look around Happy Bachelors before I retire, and I found THIS! Enjoy...

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Gentleman;

Now, I'm a compassionate, peace loving fellow. I hate no one ::), and that includes vermin, er, women. With that said, I had a rather heated discussion with a Jewish lady recently that I thought I'd share with you.

I was at a gathering of friends last week, and some of them brought wives and girlfriends. I usually avoid any gathering of men that aren't strictly bachelors, but I got pressured to go by several of these guys. It seems they like my dry sense of humor, and my acidic ability to dress down women. Lovingly, of course.

I was standing out on the deck of this friend's house talking to several men, when "Eric" (not his real name) came wandering over, girlfriend in tow. Eric is Jewish, and a real stand-up kind of guy. Not an ounce of arrogance in him, and a sense of humor second only to mine. ::) Very smart. He's my accountant, and I've known him for years.

Anyhoo, he had his ball & chain in tow. She wouldn't leave his side for a minute. At the time they came over, I was discussing motorcycles in general, and Harley's in particular. Two of these guys ride Harley's, and we were comparing notes. I was talking about the different models I've owned, and there have been quite a few. Now, good manners dictates that you wait a moment or two when approaching a group of strangers before you start chiming in with your opinion. You have to kind of slowly test the waters; see if you're welcome. Then gradually work your way into the conversation. It's just good form.

Well, Eric's beloved, whom I shall henceforth refer to as Nasal, immediately piped in loudly with "WOW! Your wife lets you buy that many motorcycles!?!"

Sigh. I was a good boyscout, so I'm always prepared.

I calmly turned towards her, and briefly looked her up and down. A very quick glance unnoticed by anyone but her. Very subtle. But she knew. Now, before I go any further, I must say she IS a looker. Sort of what Natalie Portman will look like when she's 35. I calmly cocked my head to one side and said innocently "Oh, I'm not married."

She immediately said "Divorced?" At this point, poor Eric is squirming. He knows how I feel about marriage and women.

I said, "No, I just never got married."

She said in her best attempt at humor "Don't swing the other way, do ya?"

"No", I replied. "Just like being single."

"Don't you get lonely?", Nasal continued.

"Well, no, not lately."

"It's not right for a man to be single his whole life!" she whined.

"What's not right about it?", I asked as Eric wisely walked away to get a drink leaving her on her own. Talk about a rat deserting a sinking ship. The turd.

"It's not normal!" she said.

"Well, Nasal," (not her real name, although very descriptive none the less) "I've found that by staying single, I can afford to buy a lot of stuff that married men can only dream about. Like a new Harley every year or two."

"But a Harley won't give you children, and you can't have sex with it!", she offered.

"True, Nasal, but it won't divorce me and steal everything I own, either."

She paused, and said "You're a misogynist, aren't you?"

"Define misogyny." I innocently replied.

"Someone that hates women!", she exclaimed.

"Well, I don't suppose I hate women", I said. "I just don't have any use for them. They're expensive and they have a problem with commitment."

"It sounds like YOU have a problem with commitment!", Nasal intoned. By now Eric has come back, and he's rolling his eyes. Apparently he's used to her pit bull tenacity. She just won't practice good manners and let it go. Now, mind you, I wasn't the least bit angry. I'm an old hand at this, and love to screw with women's heads. It's kind of fun.

I then told her about the divorce rate, and how I didn't like the odds. She then put her arm around Eric, and proudly said that "We're Jewish, and Jews don't believe in divorce." Eric's poor eyes popped open widely. Apparently the dreaded "M" word had not come up yet.

I said "Great! I applaud your high standards. But, you should know that Jews and Christians actually have the highest divorce rates in the nation. The divorce rate among atheists is substantially lower."

"Who told you that!?", she fumed.

I went on to explain about Barna and their study on divorce. I rattled off some statistics, and she glowered intensely at me.

A this point, I was feeling frisky, so I said "Besides, there's nothing a woman can do that my right hand can't do better."

Dead silence. You could have heard a pin drop. Then all of the guys, including Eric, started to laugh. Loudly. She stared at me with icy hatred, then at poor Eric, who just couldn't stop laughing.

She said "I'm going!" More laughter.

"Are you coming?" she demanded of Eric.

"Nope. You started it."

She stomped off the deck, grabbed her purse, and left poor Eric behind. She also took his car. Heheh.

Always the life of the party, I am. ::)

Yep.

Christopher in Oregon

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What'd I tell you?! That was great! Way to go, Chris! Guys, remain single; the life you save may be your own! Have a good night now...

MarkyMark

01 November 2009

Why Dogs Are Better Than Women

Guys,

I saw this on Happy Bachelors, and I knew I readers would like it...

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Dogs don't cry

Dogs love it when your friends come over

Dogs don't care if you use their shampoo

Dogs think you sing great

A dog's time in the bathroom is confined to a quick drink

Dogs don't expect you to call when you're running late. The later you are, the more excited dogs are to see you

Dogs will forgive you for playing with other dogs

Dogs don't notice if you call them another dog's name

Dogs are excited by rough play

Dogs don't mind if you give their offspring away

Dogs can appreciate excessive body hair

Anyone can get a good looking dog

If a dog is gorgeous, other dogs don't hate it

Dogs don't shop

Dogs like it when you leave lots of things on the floor

Dogs never need to examine the relationship

A dog's parents never visit

Dogs love long car trips

Dogs understand that instincts are better than asking for directions

When a dog gets old and snaps at you incessantly, you can shoot it

Dogs like beer

Dogs don't hate their bodies

Dogs never criticize

Dogs agree that you have to raise your voice to get your point across

Dogs never expect gifts

Dogs don't worry about germs

Dogs don't want to know about every other dog you've had

Dogs don't let magazine articles guide their lives

You never have to wait for a dog, they're ready to go 24 hours a day

Dogs have no use for flowers, cards or jewelry

Dogs don't borrow your shirts

Dogs never want foot rubs

Dogs enjoy heavy petting in public

Dogs find you amusing when you're drunk

Dogs can't talk

Dogs seldom outlive you


And of course, if your dog is barking at the back door, and your wife at the front door, which door do you open? The back door-the dog will stop barking when it sees you

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That is so true! Dogs ARE better than women any day of the week...

MarkyMark

She's Happier Without Hubby!

Guys,

I've wanted to do this post for a long time. For whatever reason, I didn't do it until now. This is a post that needs to be done, and you'll see why when you start reading it. If you find this unbelievable, then please go here to check the original source for the article. Thank you, and enjoy...

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From The Times
January 16, 2008

I’m happier since he died

The sudden death of her carefree husband left a reader in shock. Then she found that, financially and emotionally, life was easier



When Stephen died it was the speed of it all that stunned me at first. He’d been feeling tired and generally under the weather and I’d told him to see the GP, convinced that he had diplomatic flu (he was fed up at work). He was referred for further investigation immediately, which should have made us suspicious, but it took talk of an operation to make us realise that this was serious.

In the three weeks from his first visit to the doctor until the night he died, we didn’t face the possibility of his cancer being terminal, reassuring each other that something could be done. We were scared, but more of the treatment that lay ahead and how it would disrupt our lives before everything got back on track than fear that he would die.

Yeah, but you were secretly hoping he'd die, weren't you? Sorry, I couldn't resist...

Our families and several friends were in the house that night, as they had been regularly once we told them that Stephen was ill. His brother was helping him upstairs for a lie-down when Stephen called to me so urgently and desperately that I dropped the baby in my mum’s lap and ran to him. He just died there, at the bottom of the stairs, with his brother and me holding him.

You don’t expect someone to die at 30; it seemed totally unreal, telling our three-year-old daughter that Daddy had gone to heaven. Our son was still a baby and our family and friends, who were equally shocked, looked after everything for me to begin with. My grief was genuine, as was the shock. But the greatest shock of all soon followed, so shocking that I find it hard to write: I now prefer life without him.

Ah, now the truth comes out! You prefer life without your husband-what a shock. In a way he's lucky; he died before you could eviscerate him in divorce court...

Stephen and I met at university. Despite being totally different, we were inseparable instantly. I adored his relaxed attitude to life (I’ve always been a bit of a control freak). We worked well together, me getting him to his lectures, him persuading me that student life involved more than just studying. He proposed the day we graduated and we decided to get married the next summer, which meant a lot of organising. Suddenly we were doing very grown-up things. Or rather, I was, and Stephen was hovering in the background.

You had to take a shot at a dead man who can't defend himself, didn't you? Your misandry, both for men in general and your poor, hapless, deceased husband in particular, is evident.

I had assumed that Stephen would become much more focused once we began working. I was doing my doctorate as well as working, but Stephen, a lawyer, never felt that he should help out more or focus on his career. His sick record (usually because of hangovers) was dreadful. He got annoyed when the first firm he worked in didn’t offer him a partnership. He moved to another one; two years later the same thing happened. He couldn’t grasp the connection between still living like a student and not being taken seriously. Perhaps I colluded in this, as it was easier for me to manage the finances and organise things. We were delighted when I became pregnant. He was a fantastic father to our children and still irresistible to me most of the time, except when I was too tired to appreciate a spontaneous bottle of champagne. When he died I thought it was the end of the world.

You really are a bitch, you know that? You take even MORE shots at the dead man who cannot defend himself! You are so classy-not!

You stated that Stephen was a lawyer, and that he was denied partnership at his law firm. That tells me a couple of key things, things which you conveniently sweep under the rug now that he's gone. One, he accomplished something. Not only did he graduate law school; he managed to get hired at a big firm, which is where one would be considered for partnership. Now, let's get down to brass tacks, Little Missy.

I thought seriously about attending law school; I really did. Unfortunately, between the glut of lawyers and the fact that I'm a white male, I didn't go, because I wouldn't have gotten a job after all that effort. However, my research into the endeavor taught me some things about the legal world, thus giving me insight into your husband's world.

Stephen hired on with a big firm; otherwise partnership wouldn't have been an option for him. Do you know the ODDS for a lawyer making partner, Little Missy? Do you?! I don't know about Britain, but here in America (at the big, NYC law firms with which I'm familiar), the odds of a new associate of making it to partner are about 5%; out of every 20 new associates hired, ONE will make partner-one! Those are long odds.

The second thing I learned is that alcoholism is rampant in the legal profession. If I remember correctly, one in eight lawyers have a drinking problem. On a percentage basis, lawyers become alcoholics at a far greater rate than folks in the general population do. They do so to cope with stress. I won't get into the reasons why here, as they aren't really germane to my point. All that's important to remember is that lawyers become alcoholics far more often than you or I would. BTW, how do you know that YOU didn't drive him to drink? You're a self admitted control freak, remember? That means you're a nagging, bitching shrew, the kind of woman who could and would drive a man to drink....

Then the second shock came: I realised how comfortable we now were financially. The mortgage was paid off instantly and Stephen’s pension kicked in. I’d had both of us insured to the hilt, and we now had a lot of money in the bank. It was an odd feeling, because Stephen believed in living beyond one’s means and I had had a gnawing worry about cash since we got our first mortgage. Mixed with my grief was relief that I no longer had to worry about money; as the months passed, I realised that while I still missed Stephen, I didn’t miss his unreliability. He was engaging, fun and charming, but sometimes you need the chores done. I know that he loved me dearly, but I also know that he felt I’d become immersed in domesticity, which is hard to avoid when juggling a job and young children. Over the years I’d become less lively and put on weight, but the misery of the first few months without Stephen led to me losing every extra pound and more.

Can't you just feel the LOVE from this woman? Yuck! I can't imagine being married to a bitch like this. No wonder your husband was alcoholic! Remember Fellas; if you get married, this is how your woman will view YOU in a few years time. Is that what you want?

Six months after Stephen’s death I was asked out by a divorced dad whom I knew vaguely. I had no intention of going, and that night I lay in bed and thought about what had happened in the previous six months. It sounds awful, but the only difference was that Stephen was no longer there.

Stephen was no longer there, a fact which makes you overjoyed! What's shocking isn't the sentiment, because we know that the vast majority of women hate their husbands. What is surprising is your HONESTY about expressing what most women think of their men. And folks wonder WHY I'm single?! Come on!

My best friend says everyone thinks I’m being really brave, and that I shouldn’t close the door on meeting someone else. When I got upset she said that I probably found that hard to think about, but to give it time. I could never tell her the truth: I think I prefer my life now.

What else can I say?

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Guys, I cannot make this up; no matter how hard I tried, I could NOT make this up! THIS is how most women will end up feeling about you; this is how women will view you. Still want to get married? Well do you, Punk? Until next time...

MarkyMark

The Cost of Marriage, by Christopher in Oregon

Guys,

Here's yet another MASTERPIECE by Christopher in Oregon. Though he still doesn't have his own blog yet, he does share his thoughts on the Happy Bachelors forum. This is yet another masterpiece by my biking buddy, Christopher in Oregon...

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Fellows,

I think I've mentioned a friend of mine in the past. His name is Tom. We've known each other since we were small children, but parted company when he got married the first time. His wife was a slut of the first order. She cheated on him, even hit on me, and the marriage ended after about ten years. Lost his house. One kid who has been brainwashed by the mother to hate him. Never talks to him.

Married again, second wife cheated on him with a sixteen-year-old, and again, the marriage ended and he lost another house. Two kids; reasonable relationship with both of them although the mother has tried to destroy that.

Ten years ago, he married a CPA he met when he was visiting relatives in Austria. He brought her here, certain that this devout Catholic from the old country would be more traditional. Nope. She cheated on him, and they divorced. Lost another house that he's renting back from the people he sold it to.

He now has three renters occupying the spare bedrooms in order to help pay the rent on what was once his own house.

This formerly robust fellow, who was always athletic, at only 49, is falling apart. The stress has given him severe ulcer problems. He can't eat. He is losing weight like I've never seen before. The stress of his ex-wives, and the problems with his children, are slowly wasting him away. One of his son's is about to marry a tramp, and it's killing my friend.

I warned him each time he got married to not do it. The first time we were nineteen, and each subsequent time I tried to reason with him. He quietly ignored me, and now he is paying the price.

This man's life is effectively ruined. His health is is deteriorating rapidly. Stress is killing him.

All because of women and his inability to see them for what they are and say "NO" to himself.

Such an insane price to pay, and what a vantage point to sit by and watch over a period of thirty years a friend being ruined by women.

Christopher in Oregon

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So, what did we learn from this? Don't get married! The life (not to mention money) that you save may be your own! Until next time...

MarkyMark