posted on Nov, 4 2005 @ 08:57 AM
Part of what primate troops are struggling against is a small population.
The males just don't go down to the water-hole and cut eyes at some females on their way home from work.
In a small, closed society, you already know everyone.
So if you decide you like Ponga, then you have to remember that her ex-boyfriend was Pan, who is a "second" for Washoe, who lately has been seen to
challenge some of the Alpha's rights to the Beta females. If Washoe fails at his coup, then Ponga will be available. If Washoe succeeds . . . .
See. That sucks. And most humans in history have lived in the small closed society of a troop. It's political. Luckily, most of us westerners now
have unbridled access to "new" females that hold no ties to our pack.
The trouble is, we are still playing these games.
"Will everyone who judges me realize how hot she is? Will people be impressed? Will my mom think she's a slut? Maybe I want mom to be
horrified by whom I copulate with . . ."
If those kind of thoughts seem shallow, that is what I see when I read posts like the one that started this thread. Young men with no real status (in
other words, peripheral males) complaining about how they have no prospect of mates, and the only guys who are getting any are bungwholes. Obviously,
no peripheral male ever got any by whining.
As someone (I think female) pointed out earlier in the thread, what does such a peripheral male bring to the table.
Here's where the advice starts getting specific.
Females are aware that the best prospect for rapidly increasing their status is to attach to a male who is rapidly improving his own
So, instead of picking a guy who is a junior executive in a law firm, who may get a shot at partner before he turns 50, she starts looking at this kid
who never finished school, but plays the guitar.
Sure, the guitar player is a long-shot, but you never know. Especially if she thinks she's hot enough that she can find another junior executive
next year if things don't pan out.
Here we go
Most women are not particularly astute at judging guitar-work, or abstract painting, or computer software, or whatever it is that a young peripheral
male may be about to use in order to rapidly improve his status.
So, they just sort of "guess." Here's some of the things they look at:
- is this young "outsider male" fun to be with?
- Is he a rebel? does he seem to challenge the status quo? i.e., does he have a new style of art, music, software, or religion? Be the
standout. If you go to a liberal school, be the lone republican. If you go to Bob Jones University, become a Christian Anarchist. If you go
to a school with a great football team, but no fencing team, take up fencing.
- do other MALES acknowledge his potential? (Because it is other males who will be deciding his status.) Did he sell a painting? Has he got
an appointment with a record executive? So, go on TV. Write an incindiary editorial to the school paper. Start your own pirate radio station.
whatever. By the way, getting a write-up in the paper for your unorthodox dating of a local archaeological excavation is an excellent method.
*ahem*. Never mind.
- Does he have an older, "retired" male mentor? This nugget of wisdom is actually very deep in our collective psyche. "The Karate Kid" had Mr.
Muyagi. Arthur had Merlin. Luke Skywalker had Yoda. And all of them got cute girlfriends before they became central males, didn't they?
-Does he have a fan club? Remember in "16 candles," (I know, dating myself here), Farmer Ted is a geek, but he's still "king of the
"dip-$***s." If you have males "under" you, then you are no longer a peripheral male, by definition. A friend of mine in college, a fellow
anarchist (hey, it was the 80's) founded an "Anarchist Confederation." Which is idiotic, if you think about it. But it made the campus paper, and
sure enough, the local cafe was full of chicks at the first meeting. Bastard. Traitor to the revolution.
Another friend of mine and I wanted to use the "open mike" on the mall to shout profanity at the crowd. But you had to have a campus organization
to support you. So Scott became "President of the Founders' society." And I was billed as the "Founder of the President's Society." Or maybe
it was the other way around. But sure enough, a couple of hotties showed up on Friday, to "learn about our organization."
-Is he secretly allied with an alpha male? Seriously. Make friends with a jock, even if he won't hang out with you or acknowledge you in public.
Look at "16 candles" again. Hey, I know that John Hughes made nothing but teen movies, but they were hits because they spoke to teenagers in
their own language. Remember Farmer Ted? He makes friends with the captain of the football team, sort of. Cap'n football hates his girlfriend,
whom he is breaking up with. So Cap'n turns the girl over to Ted!!!!! That's right, a total geek gets to have real live sex with the prom queen!
And the second time, she's even conscious, and loves it! Yes, it's a teen fantasy. But some people currently living have pulled this off in
real life. Are you ever forced to be around jocks outside of school? Maybe in a church youth group, or in your community service program for
troubled kids? Whatever. Use the chance to make friends with a guy who knows cheerleaders. Hey, it'll do more for your love-life than playing
video games tonight ever will.
-Starving Artist persona. you should probably copy this, even if you're not an artist. Think about it. Those guys were all so poor they had to
live on rice and beans, but they still got women. Why? Because the women realized (or imagined) that they had potential. I mean Van Gogh. Roy
Orbison. Picasso. Sidney Pollack for Godsake: "I'm a mean old drunk, who spills paint on clean canvas and calls it art. Now come do me."
All of them had some kind of romantic action, even though the world largely agreed their "art" sucked. At least until other guys saw how much ___
they were getting!
There, I've given y'all more ideas than you can possibly live out.
Your welcome. Please pay at the next _
PS: Come to think of it, when Frau_Dr met me, I was living in a little garrett loft on campus that was slated for demolition once they could get the
EPA to let them remove the lead paint. I was also a "rebel" in my graduate department, advocating that the dominant theory in my discipline was not
correct, but merely accepted because no one had bothered to collect any contrary data. My classmates HATED me, and I caught more crap from them than
I ever did from the profs. however, when Frau_dr's supervising professor told her to research my field, she said to go ask for both sides of the
debate. When Frau_dr asked who had the "other side" of the debate, my Department Head mentioned my name. The guy whom I thought was the
Alpha Bungwhole. So, Frau dr was sent by her department head to come visit me . . .
and now you know the rest of the story. Good Day.