I was on Facebook earlier and I saw this picture. Judging by the amount likes it has (and how many likes the woman who “agrees” with it has, I would say this is a positive trend. I have seen more than one of these kinds of pictures on Facebook.
~Wald
I went to military boarding school in the U.S. for three years during middle school. My parents told me they me sent me there because I was intelligent, but lazy, and my messy room and grades in school reflected that.
There were a few negatives in that I did get bullied and almost got kicked out trying to do something about it, but overall going to military school was good for me. I made good friends, one of whom is still my best friend to this day. I became more disciplined and organized, making straight As for the first time in my life and graduating middle school as Valedictorian of my middle school class. I became more confident for having gone through military school, made good grades, and doing way better than my ‘bully’. The negative stuff even turned out to be a positive. The ‘bullying’ I got toughened me up and the teasing taught me to differentiate between insults and jokes (I used to take everything seriously). My “bully” even encouraged me to wrestle and play football my final year in which I did very well. My finest moment was when I was on the defense during kickoff and sprinted to the field because I didn’t realize I was supposed to be on the field. The other team redid kick off and I sprinted as fast as I could. I tackled a blocker, who fell back with enough momentum that he took out the ball carrier and stopped the play.
In military school I learned basic social graces and how to not be a complete pussy. By the time I got high school in another English-speaking country, I was just a little socially awkward. The lack girls in my military school hindered my experience (compared to a lot of kids today) and made my first week or two, very fun weeks (I ogled every single pretty girl I could). As I was learning how the place was like, wondering why people seemed to be intimidated by me (I was also afraid of no one), I started to realize something. I was being too nice. If someone asked me a favor, I would do it without expecting to gain from it. I used to bake brownies from ninth to tenth grade and feed them to the dorm or my classes (they really liked me for that). At dinner I would take up all the trays and forks and knives from the table to the tray and people told, “Hey man, you don’t need to do that!” When prodded for information, I told one guy about a part of military school in middle school, and he got scared and told our high school (which almost kicked me out). I was starting to learn that I had to be very careful of who, if anyone, I could trust, and that if I was too nice, people would take advantage of me.
I stopped being as nice and started to think more in terms of, “what’s in it for me?” when people asked for favors. I divided people into two groups: close friends, and everybody else. I was still pretty nice to my close friends, but lately I have realized that even they took advantage of me to some extent to (I’m not completely sure of to what extent by whom just yet). In a way, I swallowed a purple pill, a vital change that directed me on the path I am today.
~Wald
Jonathan Frost at Freedom Twenty-Five has moved to his third website to start a new blog and turn a new leaf. He has written two books, The Freedom Twenty Five Life Style Guide and The 2012 End Of The World Tour.
A small overview – J. Frost wrote his first blog to organize his thoughts; improve himself mentally, socially, and physically; and eventually plan his escape from the U.S.. He even wrote and released his first book (review – In Mala Fide). Eventually J. Frost quit his job and moved on to his second website. There he detailed his experience making his own way abroad, revised his first book and announced his second.
I wish him well on his journals and advise you all take a look.
~Wald
The Atlantic figures out that the U.S. Economy is biased against men.
An excerpt from the article:
You’ve just landed on Planet Zuto.
The Intergalactic Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (IEEOC) has sent you to determine whether Zuto’s economy is fair to its two sexes: vozems and zems. Your boss suggests you’ll probably find sexism against the vozems.
But your first discovery is that 60 vozems graduate from college for every 40 zems. You discover clues as to why. Despite the under-representation of zems, many scholarships are set aside for vozems, few for zems. The curriculum accentuates vozems’ accomplishments, zems’ failings. Student groups are funded to encourage vozems, for example, Future BusinessVozems, far fewer for zems.
You beam your first report back to the IEEOC: Zuto U’s appear to be sexist against zems, not vozems.
Next, you examine the Zuto Bureau of Labor Statistics and find that the unemployment rate for vozems is 20% lower than for zems. You are shocked to discover that rather than trying to help zems land work, the government deliberately exacerbates zems’ deficit: vozem-owned businesses get special preferences in landing government contracts and taxpayer-backed small-business loans are set aside for vozems.
You beam back your next report to the IEEOC: More signs of sexism against zems. Your boss responds, “But vozems earn 77 zits for every 100 zems earn!”
***
Unless you really are from Planet Zuto, you know that the preceding was about men and women. Indeed, every statement made about Zuto is true of the U.S. And so are these.
I have sent a link to both my parents and my sister, asking that they read the link and tell me their thoughts.
~Wald
Post face: I came across this article through the “news outlet” website, In Bona Fide, that Ferdinand Bardamu at In Mala Fide created. Take a look.
This was taken from Facebook (I know the guy who posted it). People are starting to wake up to reality. In this picture, Edwin completely owns Ashley in their argument and she takes it humbly and ends up changing her mind and agreeing with him.
~Wald
I’ve been running an experiment since tenth grade. I read somewhere (random news article/manosphere article?) on the internet that deodorant is a redundant ‘men’s health’ product that does not really make you smell that much better. In fact, the article argued, all one needs, to smell good, is to take a good old-fashioned shower. In theory deodorant only masked the smell of sweat, which wasn’t that bad anyway. The article also stated that it potentially blocked pheromones that women can smell and find pleasing. If memory serves, it was something along the lines of, each man has his own musky scent, which women will find naturally appealing.
So, halfway through tenth grade I stopped wearing deodorant. I was a little curious if what I had read was true and I was curious what would happen if I smelled as bad as deodorant advertisements warned I would without “protection”.
Since then, I have received almost zero complaints. In fact, I have gotten compliments. Once, in history class in tenth grade I sat next to an attractive Norwegian girl. She told me that I smelled nice and ask what cologne I was wearing. Apparently I smelled like Abercrombie and Fitch. Another day I was sitting with a girl in my lap during a 5 minute break between math classes. She too, told me that I smelled like Abercrombie and Fitch.
I discussed with one of my lady friends and she’s never had a complaint about my smell before.
Ironically, the only time I’ve ever heard a complaint about my smell was from a guy, a friend of mine from school. I had been very busy over the past three days at the time and neglected to shower in that time.
My experience leads me to believe that deodorant is one more product I’ll never need to buy.
I am however curious about Baking Soda. [Redacted] advocates its use, so I may look into the matter some time in the future.
~Wald
A curious thing about my tenth grade is that when I had a girlfriend and a girl on the side, I didn’t act to make either happen. They just did. At the time I had not yet discovered game. I did, however, witness its effects which would provide crucial experience for me to accept game theory even though I was unable to recognize it in front of my very own eyes.
For my girlfriend (we’ll call her Irish) in 10th grade, it started in January. She came into my gym class. I was tease her and laugh whenever she fell during tennis/dodge ball or mess up. I was friends with her friends and flirted with them a lot (though at the time I would not call it flirting). I had flirted with the Latvian until it burnt out (I blew it up due to inexperience in flirting). When it did, she called me her brother or something. I took it in stride, dominated the frame as her “older brother” and started flirting with her other friend (we’ll call her Midget), who was short, had curly hair, and had big tits.
I don’t know how it started exactly, but Irish started hanging with Latvia, Midget, and I. At first it was just in gym class. Then it was hanging out in the hallways during the 5 minute break in between sections of physics class. I remember she started to hug me good-bye. I remember that right before a ski trip (Switzerland) in February, she hugged me goodbye and clasped my hands before I left to my dorm.
Before coming back I noticed a message in my Facebook inbox. It read, “I need to talk to you when you get. It is about us.” She sent me that message right before Valentine’s day so I had a good idea of what our ‘talk’ was going to be about. We talked on Facebook and she told me that she liked me. I told her that I didn’t feel the same way, but that I was willing to go with her to the dance ‘as friends’.
When I got to Irish’s friend’s house to pick them up before the dance, I could hear whoops of delight as I rang the door bell. The Latvian, her date, and the Midget greeted me at the door. We took a couple of pictures and off we went.
When we got to the dance floor I didn’t dance with Irish right away. I would dance around her, dance my way across the dance floor with an amused look on my face, dance with another girl I was friends with (who I later realized wanted me at the time), dance right up to Irish and dance right back away. I was having a good ol’ time and didn’t care what else happened so long as I had my fun.
I remember dancing the friend a second time grinding with her and feeling eyes on me. Sure enough, as soon as our dance ended Irish snatched me away and started grinding on me to Akon’s ‘Bad Girl’ song. We grinded. We danced slow. We grinded. We danced slow. In the middle of one of the slow songs Irish kissed me. We made out for a while, danced more, and then made out until the end of the dance.
At the end of the dance she asked me, “So what does this mean?”
“We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”
There’s a lesson in here somewhere. Oh yes. If a girl wants you, she’ll find a way.
That is what this experience taught me.
~Wald
When I went to the summer transition program (STP) for my university, I encountered the power of nicknames.
When I first arrived on day one, I was with my mother. Often she would go right to groups of random people and introduce us. As a captive audience to her socializing, at first I thought she was being ridiculous. But people seemed receptive to our introductions. After a few of her ‘introductions’, I had made a couple of ‘friends’ and was set up to go shooting with one of them on the up coming weekend. Not bad.
At first I rationalized the success of her introductions by thinking to myself “It’s introduction day. People don’t think I’m weird because she’s doing the introduction. Any friend I make is through the shared bond of a forced social interaction pushed by a parent.”
Upon further reflection, I realized that what she did made sense. The next day I followed her example. I went up to random groups of people, introduced myself, and got to know the people I met.
I would walk up and introduce myself, “Hi, my name is (blank)”, “What’s your name?” Then I would ask the first person what their major was, why they chose the Institute, and what ROTC they were. Then I would point to a different person, “You! What’s your name.” I took control of the social interactions I entered. For the first two weeks while I did this, I gave people nicknames. Some girl had the same name as my cousin, so I called her ‘Concordette’ a spin on the place she comes from. Another girl’s name was Harper. “I’m going to call you Harper Lee from now on.” One girl had a name I didn’t like because it sounded like a boy’s name, so I called her “Pandora”. “No! Not Pandora. Can’t you come up with anything else?” “Too late”, I smirked.
I gave almost everybody I introduced to myself nicknames, “Top Gun” wanted to be a fighter pilot, “Surf” looked like a surfer hippie, “Scissors” was some guy I borrowed scissors from. People started asking me what I had nicknamed them. “I’ll get back to you.”
I never really had a nickname. The only thing everybody knew was that I had an accent. When asked why I had an accent, I would tell whoever asked me that they, in fact had an accent, with a smile on my face.
I refused to accept any nickname that people would try to come up with for me. Most people accepted that I was “he who must not be nicknamed”. The one girl who did try to give me a nickname ended up with the nickname of “mouth sex”. She never tried to give me a nickname ever again. I maintained my frame the nickname giver, separate from those who could receive nicknames.
At the end of STP, a lot of people knew me. During the school year people would come up to me and say, “Hey man, remember me?” and I would have no idea who they were.
Some people who I got to know later, never personally met me, but heard about me from others.
In conclusion, to me this experience reveals that nicknames give you status above the people you give them too. If you have the status as giver of nicknames, you have status above everyone.
~Wald
What happens to a generation of girls raised on sex on TV, in Movies, and on the computer?
This was taken from Facebook.I know these two girls and they are still in high school.This would have surprised me two years ago. I saw the incoming classes in high school and I could have sworn that the ninth graders wouldn’t have looked out of place in middle school.
~Wald
Want to get things done? Make a to-do list. Check tasks off.
Divide et impera.
~Wald