The following article is courtesy of Scott and his wife Mychael. It was originally posted over on Dalrock, and it contains solid advice for women who want to escape or avoid the cultural sewer we all enjoy scoffing at.
I have been banned from commenting on blogs by both Lori Alexander and by Scott, so I have to comment here. The text appears to be owned by some Orthodox Church magazine, so to abide by fair use, I have to comment inline. Let’s see what Sister Mychael has to say…
I am not sure I would say I have been dreading this moment. But I have not looked forward to it, and I suppose I knew it would come up eventually.
Lori Alexander has written a blog post that everyone knows contains some basic, immutable Truth. And as always when such a thing happens, the vitriol is fierce. And every time the subject comes up, I squirm a little because I am a traditionalist red-pill wife who did not meet these criteria at the time when I married my husband.
Both Scott and Mychael have been candid to the point of professional suicide. Men who read here are strongly encouraged not to follow their lead. Choose a semi-normal sounding pseudonym (like, heh, Jake Lamotta) and stick to it. This goes double if you have children. Feminists are petty and hateful to the point of absurdity, and your kids don’t need to get shit because you express unpopular views on the net.
The attacks on us that appear on other blogs and in our comments section (which Scott never lets through) have been severe. The names I get called (and the making fun of Scott) is relentless. We are called hypocrites. Or that Scott married a former carousel rider. And on and on.
It is acceptable for a man to marry the woman of his choice. It is also acceptable for a man to adopt children, bringing them into his family. If you disagree with any of this, you’re simply not in line with old patriarchal thinking. Eva Cantarella gives a concise synopsis of the tradition as it existed, in section two of this paper.
O.K.: Time to get to the good stuff. I’m skipping ahead a bit. If you’re a skank-ho wimminz, and you want to quit it, then you need to read this article seriously, with an open mind, and try to absorb its truths without being defensive.
Here’s the first, hard truth. Scott was not red-pilled when we met, and if he was, he probably would have “nexted” me at the first sight of my online dating profile because I was a single mom. Hurts, right? It should. The aggregate risk of marrying a woman with a child (if she is not a widow) is huge. It speaks volumes about your decision making processes and it says they are very impulsive and faulty. The data is clear that a woman with seven or more sexual partners before marriage is almost statistically certain to divorce later. Scott and I have passed the danger zone in years on that one, but it is still quite high.
The fact that both of these people know about the phenomenon means that the danger is probably a lot lower than in the typical duo of American ignoramuses, who married as virginal teenagers. Wimminz in that scenario usually excuse bad behavior by resenting their “lack of experience,” thanks to feminist programming.
Next, I had a tattoo on my toe and he asked me about it. I had to tell him that it was done on a whim and that my son’s dad has a matching one. Every time Scott looks at it, I wonder what he thinks about that.
I can tell the girls what I think about such stuff. I consider it a visible reminder that you are another man’s piece of ass. That skank-ho tat is a tangible Private Property: No Trespassing sign.
I had a fairly large amount of student loan debt, and frankly so did he. But since he was on a path to making about four to five times the national average, he didn’t need to worry about his. He needed to worry about mine.
I am going to tell writers something that almost no one in our “God loves me and forgives me no matter what” age wants to hear. If you are a typical 30-something girl who had been playing the field in your twenties, the ONLY way you have any chance to marry a high quality, high status man is to humble yourself in the presence of any man you might like to marry, and answer any and all questions he has for you. At any point, he may decide that is too much baggage and walk away. And you deserve it.
There is almost nothing that is less attractive, to me, than the weird entitlement complex most of you filthy wimminz have. Everything else pales in comparison to your attitude. If your outlook and demeanor are negative, then nothing else really matters, including a promiscuous past, a series of skank-ho tattoos, and huge amounts of debt.
If you can not follow Sister Mychael’s advice, lose the attitude, the expectations, the mercenary love of money, and the princess mentality, then you may as well not bother with the laser tatt removal or the trip to the dress shop.
By the same measure, a completely chaste virgin who radiates the sarcastic, hateful sheen of feminist entitlement will likely never score the man she truly could, if she behaved appropriately. Sucks to be them, and it’s an incredible opportunity for wise sisters who are willing to drop the fronting. Those chicks routinely land men who would otherwise be way out of their league.
Blessed are you O God, King of the Universe, Who has not made me a wimminz…
Even though Scott was not a red-pill guy at the time, he is not stupid. And he grilled me for weeks before he really committed to dating exclusively. And let’s face it, our relationship was consummated well before the wedding date. This is what Scott calls the “standard American mate selection process” and neither of us felt weird about it at all.
It’s a minor flaw in Sister Mychael’s thinking, this regret for fucking her husband, but it’s worth expounding upon here.
I’ll tell you sisters a little secret: The minute you fuck Chad, you have committed to fucking every other man who ever wants to fuck.
The minute you decided to sit on Chad’s cock, you lost any claim to modesty or restraint. Everything you gave Chad had better be enthusiastically on offer to any man you are interested in. Otherwise, you’re telling that man that you prefer Chad to him. In that case, he should dump your ass, and tell you to go back to fucking Chad. Through your actions, you are privileging the man who hit your holes and quit you, over the man who might give you a honeymoon.
It’s all part of the romantic story you are supposed to tell your friends when they ask how you met. Its the “meet cute” in every romantic comedy. And it’s wrong.
It’s not wrong. It’s the way of things. I’d argue it is one of the things Mychael did right, when she married Scott. She probably fucked him with enthusiasm, and made him food after, proving she had the potential to be a valuable addition to his household.
My guess is that while Scott was dating Mychael, he was also dating a series of skank-ho Christian whores, who would boast about fucking a long string of men, before telling Scott that they wouldn’t fuck him until they got a wedding date, and also, he can cook his own food.
Are you surprised at his choice, girls? Yeah, me neither.
It’s wrong when other people do it, and it was wrong when we did it.
If a woman fucks one man, and then fucks a second man, and she eventually marries the second man, then she shouldn’t express regret for fucking the man she marries. It’s a visible sign of disrespect.
It really doesn’t matter if you were married to one man, divorced him, and then married the second man. It doesn’t matter any more than if you had fucked 26 men, Abe through Zachariah, and then finally fucked the man you married. You should be thankful to man number 27, who gave you the honorable title of wife.
Will you write to our blog and say “you trapped him with sex?” (Already heard that one). How can that be? He had several girlfriends between his first wife and me, and all followed the same relationship trajectory.
No one cares what feminists say. Their screeching ought to be sweet music to a solid sister’s ears.
The reason so many people got upset at reading the Lori Alexander piece is because upwards of 90 percent of all American singles fail to meet her simple, tried and true standard for maximizing marital success. Rather than take a little humble pill, they are defiant against God and his simple-to-follow rules. They want to equivocate, obfuscate and make themselves the exception to the rules. It’s totally understandable. We all have that desire.
Both men and women used to be socialized out of the desire for mindless rebellion, but those days are over. This is terrible collective news for our civilization, but a great boon to the individual. Wise women take a lesson from Che Guevara, and use what they’ve got available to win, based on material conditions.
Let’s review Mychael’s situation. She was a divorcée and a single mom, who supported her kid(s) by working a crappy job as a nurse. She ended up marrying a doctor. This would have been completely impossible in any other society, or in any other era. How did she manage this?
- She was honest, and
- She refused to devolve into a human-walrus hybrid, by overeating, and
- She was nice.
In her photos, he wears dresses. She also smiles. She doesn’t complain about her father, or go on kooky rants about “rape culture”.
These are incredibly low-effort demands.
Serious women should be grateful that so many of their sisters have made themselves so unworthy. This allows women like Mychael to score men they never would have been approached by. You can do this, too.