Member-only story
ALL Women Become Wall-Smashed Mutant Monster Freaks At Age 30. Or Is It 25?
Or maybe 23? Examining a popular Red Pill narrative.
Man, she’s beautiful. Oh, wait, she’s 24? Sorry, hideous is what I meant.
You know, Red Pillers — these supposed experts on gender relations and female psychology — tend to speak of women like they are the scientist dudes in a cheesy 1950s sci-fi movie talking about the monster. Attack of the 50 Foot Woman or something. Or like how all those guys in The Thing were discussing the bizarre alien creature that could imitate them perfectly. With that cynical tone of powerlessness and hopelessness.
In fact, that’s a great idea for a bad comedy. A bunch of dudes freak out over a “monster” that shows up in their neighborhood, only for it to be just some random chick who scares them all to death for some reason.
“Good lord, the monster’s growing in height!”
“I think she just put on high heels, Johnson.”
To me, whether you’re a man or woman, if you’re discussing either gender with that resigned, angry, and defeated tone, you’ve already lost the game. You’re basically admitting you can’t functionally engage with and/or despise 50% of the world population. Not a good look.
