The Lies Wimminz Tell Themselves

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So, I’m wandering around the feminist internet and found some interesting reading material. I found it amusing enough to share.

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Despite the fairy tale, I don’t see a whole lot of middle aged men frivolously divorcing good women to remarry girls in their late teens.

What I do see are a whole lot of hateful feminist wimminz, who frivolously divorce their husbands, in order to “get even” for some slight, real or imagined.

It works, but only in the short term. After the man has been suitably broken, the faggot judge cuts him loose and declares the divorce final. Within a year, he’s healthier, wealthier, and better off without the dead weight. Suddenly (surprise, surprise) girls in the 19-24 year old set find him worthy to fuck.

These “new models” will shortly begin nagging him for marriage. He may trade up, but only if he hasn’t learned his lesson. Those brothers who are so short-sighted find their ex-wives suddenly have new stories to tell.

Someplace else, there’s an amusing letter in an advice column, supposedly written by a 35-year old skank-ho. It’s entitled:

I’m Broke, Friendless, and I’ve Wasted My Life

Even if the letter is a fraud (have wimminz ever been self-aware enough to write such a thing?) we can learn something interesting from it. So, let’s take it away…

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I feel like a ghost. I’m a 35-year-old woman, and I have nothing to show for it. My 20s and early 30s have been a twisting crisscross of moves all over the West Coast, a couple of brief stints abroad,

I’m sure these “brief stints” included lots of brief stints with strange foreign dudes.

multiple jobs in a mediocre role with no real upward track. I was also the poster child for serial monogamy. My most hopeful and longest lasting relationship (three and a half years, whoopee) ended two years ago. We moved to a new town (my fourth new city), created a home together, and then nose-dived into a traumatic breakup that launched me to my fifth and current city and who-knows-what-number job.

At no time prior to the ripe old age of thirty-five did this bitch decide to laser off the skank-ho tatts, put on a dress, and start hitting up marriage minded men. It is only now that all her options have left the room, that she starts whining.

For all these years of quick changes and rash decisions, which I once rationalized as adventurous, exploratory, and living an “original life,” I have nothing to show for it. I have no wealth, and I’m now saddled with enough debt from all of my moves, poor decisions, and lack of career drive that I may never be able to retire. I have no career milestones and don’t care for my line of work all that much anyway, but now it’s my lifeline, as I only have enough savings to buy a hotel room for two nights. I have no family nearby, no long-term relationship built on years of mutual growth and shared experiences, no children.

I wonder how many nice dudes skanky nexted in order to chase promotions?

No one felt sorry for all the burned and dumped men she ran through. Why should we shed tears for her?

While I make friends easily, I’ve left most of my friends behind in each city I’ve moved from while they’ve continued to grow deep roots: marriages, homeownership, career growth, community, families, children.

Those women were smart enough to snag the same dudes you nexted.

They are the winners. You are the loser.

They are the victors. You are the victim.

They are the fit. You are the useless eater, begging to be culled.

They are the strong. You are the weak.

I have a few close girlfriends, for which I am grateful, but life keeps getting busier and our conversations are now months apart. Most of my nights are spent alone with my cat (cue the cliché).

You have a few other loser wimminz with whom you occasionally commiserate, but you all hate each other almost as much as you hate yourselves. As such, regular communication is unpleasant.

I used to consider myself creative — a good writer, poetic, passionate, curious. Now, after many years of demanding yet uninspiring jobs, multiple heartbreaks, move after move, financial woes, I’m quite frankly exhausted. I can barely remember to buy dish soap let alone contemplate humanity or be inspired by Anaïs Nin’s diaries. Honestly, I find artists offensive because I’m jealous and don’t understand how I landed this far away from myself.

You’re not Anaïs Nin. You’re an idiot who wants to be her.

You never “landed … far away from yourself.” You’ve always been a dull-witted skank. You’re only now coming to realize what everyone else could see immediately.

Also, within the past year I’ve had a breast-cancer scare and required surgery on my uterus due to a fertility issue.

Probably originating in HPV warts growing up there, or complicated Chlamydia. Glad you’re still enjoying those “brief stints abroad.”

On top of that, I’m 35 and every gyno and women’s-health website this side of the Mississippi is telling me my fertility is dropping faster than a piano falling out of the sky. Now I’m looking into freezing my eggs, adding to my never-ending financial burden, in hopes of possibly making something of this haunted house and having a family someday with a no-named man.

Don’t bother. No man of substance would want anything to do with you. He has options for authentic childbirth.

I’m trying, Polly. I am. I’m dating. I’m working out and working hard.

You’re fucking random old men you meet on Tinder, while shuffling papers at your dead-end job. I hope it continues to fulfill you.

Listening to music I enjoy and loving my cat. Calling my mom.

You curse your mother when she’s reminded that she gave birth to such a useless cunt.

Yet I truly feel like a ghost. No one knows who I am or where I’ve been. I haven’t kept a friend, lover, or foe around long enough to give anyone a chance. What’s the point? I don’t care for my job. I’m not building toward anything, and I don’t have the time or money to really invest in what I care about anyway at this point. On top of that, society is telling me my value as a woman is fading fast, my wrinkles require Botox (reference said poor finances), all the while my manager is asking for me to finish “that report by Monday.” Why bother?

You tell me.

My apathy is coming out in weird ways. I’m drinking too much, and when I do see my friends on occasion, I end up getting drunk and angry or sad or both and pushing them away. And with men I date, I feel pressure to make something of the relationship too soon (move in, get married, “I have to have kids in a couple of years”; fun times!). All the while still trying to be the sexpot 25-year-old I thought I was until what seemed like a moment ago.

You bother and annoy everyone who has the misfortune of coming into contact with you. No one can stand wimminz like you. We all hate you.

I used to think I was the one who had it all figured out. Adventurous life in the city! Traveling the world! Making memories! Now I feel incredibly hollow. And foolish. How can I make a future for myself that I can get excited about out of these wasted years? What reserves or identity can I draw from when I feel like I’ve accrued nothing up to this point with my life choices?

Like the fictional man who “trades up” by dumping a good wife for a 19-year old child bride, I never see any wimminz ever regret her life’s poor choices. What I do see are a whole lot of wimminz who know very well that their choices will lead them into the pit, and they don’t care. Their attitude is “it’s better to burn out, than fade away…”

Moreover, by the time they hit 35, these same wimminz don’t ever whine or cry about their choices. They blame their misfortunes on fate, or their fathers, or their abusive babydaddies. It’s always some man’s fault.

And how dare you judge? You don’t know her, or her amazing life!

To conclude: I know a professional journalist who has a job writing “letters to the editor” at a big regional paper, so I think this is a joke at the expense of wimminz like this, rather than an actual letter written by the one wimminz self-aware enough to realize that she fucked herself over, with a lifetime of bad decisions.

All that aside, do you have any advice for the poor bitch? Sound off below…

Author: Boxer

Sinister All-Male Dancer. Secret King of all Gamma Males. Member of Frankfurt School. Your Fave Contrarian!

42 thoughts on “The Lies Wimminz Tell Themselves”

  1. Agreed Boxer .. NO WOMMINZ is this self-aware. [1]

    And how dare you judge? You don’t know her, or her amazing life!

    This is similar to what I have been told before by th wimminz ..

    Womminz ..

    “You can’t judge me! .. You don’t know what I’ve been thru!”

    Me ..

    “Yes I can .. And Yes I know what you’ve been thru .. miles and miles of D!CK!”

    Case closed HOe.

    [1] Someone had some time to kill amd made a great read ..

  2. It looks like this letter is probably a fake, but at least it’s good enough satire that you can’t tell for sure. It has all the elements:

    “I’ve left most of my friends behind in each city I’ve moved from while they’ve continued to grow deep roots: marriages, homeownership, career growth, community, families, children.”

    I mean, there it is. Staring at her right in the face. The key to success in life in her own words and she’s pursued none of it. Of note, she has not prepared herself for marriage, made good financial decisions, or joined a community that might include marriage-minded men. Still, she could right the ship and pursue those things even now. Instead, the genius does this:

    “Now I’m looking into freezing my eggs”

    As mentioned so many times previously, this is stupid. Waste of time and money that doesn’t and can’t make up for those squandered years.

    “How can I make a future for myself that I can get excited about out of these wasted years?”

    This is too self-aware and simultaneously clueless to be believable. 35 is not too late to get fit, join a good marriage-minded community, make good financial decisions, embrace femininity[1], and abandon the notion of being with an attractive younger man.

    “And with men I date, I feel pressure to make something of the relationship too soon”

    She’s 35. Sees the success her married friends have. And still can’t bring herself to give up slutty behavior. Amazingly, she still has prospects.: the men she dates want to settle down. This actually upsets her!

    “What’s the point? I don’t care for my job. I’m not building toward anything, and I don’t have the time or money to really invest in what I care about anyway at this point.”

    No personal prospects? Learn to cook, clean, and support. Then maybe you won’t have to beg him to take you.

    ———
    [1] It doesn’t take too long to regrow your hair out to a respectable length. Tattoos can be removed. Wardrobes can be changed.

  3. Moreover, by the time they hit 35, these same wimminz don’t ever whine or cry about their choices. They blame their misfortunes on fate, or their fathers, or their abusive babydaddies. It’s always some man’s fault.

    I agree and I think it depends on what mood they are in for the day.

    A lady friend I know from high school did the feminist scene of having a child out of wedlock in college, her husband ‘abandoning’ her, and she shacked up with a guy I knew from high school with a history of domestic violence. Her bi-polarness comes out in cryptic facebook posts between how awesome she is and doesn’t need a man to her life is over and she’s being crushed under the weight. I even know one of her relatives and she made the comment a lot of her family can’t stand her.

    And her age…36.

    It is quite amazing to see how they act from a good safe distance. As if I need more proof why no man should ever commit to a wimminz or a feminist.

  4. All that aside, do you have any advice for the poor bitch? Sound off below…

    Get right with God, reject feminism and the hatred of men, repent of your sins in the confessional to the priest, strive to live a life of virtue, live out your proper gender role.

    The linchpin in all of that advice is something foreign to a lot of wimminz….humility.

  5. @earl

    It’s funny. Your advice is essentially to find God and do what he says. Mine was more practical. Both have the same thing in common, humility, which as you rightly point out is the core issue.

  6. I’d say acknowledge your chance for family life has about passed; resign yourself to a life of single chastity, repent, and do good deeds.

  7. This chick is my worst nightmare to be a unmarried at 35. So here what I’m doing to make fucking sure that does not happen
    Lose 50 t least

    Get involved in male lead bible study
    Get saved
    Fully understand your a second class person and third class woman.
    Go after men in their mid thirties to early fifties
    yes to dates wheee you helping others or bible study at your with friends single adult minstits games nights
    no to hock ups

  8. My advice, which would never be taken because these types of women, though made painfully self aware of their situation, don’t care about other people, is this:

    GET OFF YOUR ASS AND WARN THE OTHER WOMEN AROUND YOU THAT THE PROMISES OF FEMINISM ARE A LIE!

    Your future as a wife is almost pointless as, you are right, you are invisible. Only a man so low on the totem pole of life that the prospect of a 35 year old used up piece of flesh, likely tainted with who knows what types of infectious diseases, would get him excited would accept you, and you would end up hating him anyway (I doubt she would be self-aware enough to be grateful for even that). Prevent other women from committing spiritual suicide. Serve as a warning beacon and be remembered by at least the few young women who listen to you as someone who saved them from hell instead of being remembered for…..well, nothing. In your current state you will be remembered by no one.

    But that’s just my 2 cents.

  9. Womminz ..
    “You can’t judge me! .. You don’t know what I’ve been thru!
    Me
    No that’s not right. I Can’t tell what your experience means to you or how you think you feel about it but I can judge your actions by the effectiveness. Or lack thereof

  10. Sadly I quoted an article in the last 2 weeks that proves the younger ones hate the older wimmimz when they offer such advice.

  11. Make theology great again.

  12. “Make theology great again.”

    It’s not hard to win arguments against intellectual half-wits, and Mr. Foster wins no points for doing so. Anyone who is asked that question (re: 1 Peter 3:6) should follow it up with the request to “Cite me the chapter and verse where Sarah called him Lord” to which there is only one response: Genesis 18:12. Upon doing so two responses come to light:

    1) Sarah did not call Abraham “lord” to his face, she said it to herself.
    2) The Hebrew word for “lord” (and the Greek “kurios” in the Septuagint) does not have the same meaning/sense as the English word for “lord”.

    The first is obvious, the second is less so, but no less important. I’ll leave it as an exercise to the reader why it matters.

    Of course, I have a feminized theology (lol), so what do I know?

  13. Fully understand your a second class person and third class woman.

    You’re a first class woman if you’re woke enough to be laughing at the skanks with the boys. You just need to find a husband.

    Incidentally, my read of the bible doesn’t strictly say that women are second class. They’re just different. They have different strengths and a different role.

    Humans were built to pair bond for life, and run around as a team. We’re best when we follow nature’s dictates, and let men lift heavy weights, and women have babies. All sane people, religious or not, recognize such simple facts. Only feminists are so stupid as to declare us similar.

    Of course, I have a feminized theology (lol), so what do I know?

    You’ve got a job, a cute wife, and a huge pile of nice looking kids. I’d love to compare with your accusers.

  14. 1) Sarah did not call Abraham “lord” to his face, she said it to herself.

    The location of where Sarah said it wasn’t part of the question.

    I’ll leave it as an exercise to the reader why it matters.

    2) The Hebrew word for “lord” (and the Greek “kurios” in the Septuagint) does not have the same meaning/sense as the English word for “lord”.

    Master, husband, lord…who gives a rip? The point is to skewer the ‘feminized theology’ where wimminz think they are the authority or the husbands think they are the subordinate. If a husband can’t come to terms he’s the master/lord in the marriage…then it’s feminized theology.

  15. “I’d love to compare with your accusers.”

    While I’m completely serious in what I said, I’m also mostly just messing with earl here, keeping him on his toes and honest.

    “Master, husband, lord…who gives a rip?”

    Well, Sarah calling her husband “husband” wouldn’t be especially revolutionary then. I do find it interesting that Sarah calls Abraham “master” while laughing at the notion that the old man would get her pregnant. Do you appreciate what martial respect is like for those permanently married? I don’t read Sarah’s laughter as mockery or her calling him “master” as a declaration of undying submission. It is neither and it is both. It is the quiet, warm respect of long familiarity, of two people who have lived as a team for so long. (see below)

    “The point is to skewer the ‘feminized theology’ where wimminz think they are the authority or the husbands think they are the subordinate.”

    If that’s the goal, going to Abraham and Sarah isn’t a particularly great example. Their contentious debates are aired out for all of history to see (e.g. Genesis 16:2; Gen. 21:9-21) and they had a very real-world, old-school marriage. I find them to be an example of a husband and wife working as a team, where each party maintains their own individual distinctiveness (which you might call “roles”).

  16. “You’ve got a job, a cute wife, and a huge pile of nice looking kids.”

    Huge pile, eh? And yet I’m jealous, JEALOUS, of families with 6 kids. Quite the ironic life for someone who never really wanted any kids. I pray that every other man that wants to have the opportunity to suffer as I do (and like it).

  17. While I’m completely serious in what I said, I’m also mostly just messing with earl here, keeping him on his toes and honest.

    Make theology great again….wives should put their hope in God, be subject to their husbands and call him ‘lord’. Thank goodness our church had a pope to point that out.

  18. Well here’s a picture of my pride and joy ..

    They play so well together .. truly heart warming .. eh

    PS .. It does warm my heart to see a big family.

  19. Dear Boxer and Friends, if i am not mistaken, it’s sin, bigtime, to laugh at vulnerable people – even if she brought the trouble upon herself. Many red-pill typos like to make a lot of ra-lid-jus noises…uhm, can ya spell “sounding brass”? Oh, and here’s a newsflash, Jesus Christ offers eternal salvation to … yeah, geddaloada this, to even 35 year old cat ladies. Have a nice day.

  20. Yeah, when Christians freeze up when you quote the bible because they have no idea what your talking about or how to respond to it you can pretty much guarantee their entire theology has been compromised by much more than feminization.

    I have told the story on my blog before about some quiet, mousy dude at the bible study I had been attending. During the whole hour and a half we had already been there all we had heard from him was “Hi”. We were discussing Sarah and Abraham and their interesting situation with a certain king who had taking a liking to her. I mentioned that Sarah was obedient to her husband so much so that the word didn’t say anything about her opening her mouth and ratting out her husband, even as she was being prepped for marriage to a man who wasn’t her husband. God stepped in and stopped the situation meaning Sarah never said a peep. This guy went ballistic on me, yelling at me how that was impossible and there is no way a woman would be THAT obedient to her husband. Talk about feminized. It was really sad that of all the things that would get a fire lit under him, talking about the one woman praised for her obedience to her husband, her UNWAVERING obedience, would be what did it. Prime example of what you are talking about.

  21. Array, Boxer isn’t a Christian; those of us who are are perfectly aware that Christ offers salvation to all who repent and believe. Repentance and belief, however, are not the same thing as being depressed about the terrible consequences of one’s actions.

  22. Sue .. or Array .. or whatever ..

    if i am not mistaken, it’s sin, bigtime, to laugh at vulnerable people

    Mocking the wimminz ain’t no sin .. so .. YES .. You Are Mistaken.

    can ya spell “sounding brass”?

    S.O.U.N.D.I.N.G-B.R.A.S.S. .. ARRAY.

    Nailed-It didn’t I eye!?!

  23. Dear Boxer and Friends, if i am not mistaken, it’s sin, bigtime, to laugh at vulnerable people – even if she brought the trouble upon herself.

    Then that’s not a vulnerable person….that’s a person with no sense.

    Vulnerable to me are the cripples, the blind, the lame, the widow, and the orphan. Not the career feminist who thought her life was awesome until her last egg bled out.

  24. This guy went ballistic on me, yelling at me how that was impossible and there is no way a woman would be THAT obedient to her husband. Talk about feminized.

    I ask…who is encouraging more wimminz to be disobedient…the feminists or the mousy feminized dudes? Keep in mind some of those mousy feminized dudes are fathers of daughters.

    I’d give more props to a mother who encourages obedience to their future husband to their daughters than some boomer father who is all proud his princess could whip any guy’s ass.

  25. The book of Proverbs speaks of the such women. It calls them fools, for good reason: she brings her troubles on herself by her poor choices. By contrast, the vulnerable (crippled, blind, lame, widow, orphan) did nothing to bring sorrow on themselves and therefore receive our pity. I, as a Christian, am not gloating over her troubles (Proverbs 24:17), but using them as a example so as to increase wisdom. I’ve taken seriously my religion’s demands to take care of the orphans and I also call out the foolish. The two are not mutually exclusive.

  26. Derek ..

    I don’t use scripture on the ignorant and stupid ..

    Because .. it’s a waste of time .. they aren’t trying to attain wisdom bro ..

    Here’s the proper order of attaining wisdom (Biblically speaking) ..

    FIRST .. Knowledge (attainment of facts) .. SECOND .. Understanding (ability to relate facts together) .. THIRD Wisdom (the best thing to do)

    [1]

    Don’t waste your time on a KNOW-IT-ALL ™ “FEMINIST BISH” that isn’t looking for wisdom.

    [1] Quote by me on the Bibles path to wisdom.

  27. #BelieveALLwimminz?

    https://www.nydailynews.com/opinion/ct-life-stevens-thursday-how-not-to-apologize-lena-dunham-1206-story.html

    NOT SO FAST ™ ..

    “When someone I knew, someone I had loved as a brother, was accused, I did something inexcusable: I publicly spoke up in his defense,” she continued. “There are few acts I could ever regret more in this life. I didn’t have the ‘insider information’ I claimed but rather blind faith in a story that kept slipping and changing and revealed itself to mean nothing at all.”

    Except don’t #believeALLwimminz when it’s a womminz!

    FIFY ..
    #believeALLwimminzLIE

  28. Perhaps we should put it in terms women can easily understand.

    Before Feminism

    After Satan gets done with you.

  29. Sue .. or Array .. or whatever ..

    Don’t mind Cane Caldo’s mother. She’s just drunk posting… same as we’ve all done.

  30. https://www.foxnews.com/travel/journalist-suggests-women-only-plane-sections-to-combat-mid-air-assault

    I agree ..

    .. That we should segregate men from th wimminz on flight(s) for their (combined safety) ..

    I amplify ..

    .. But if that is good and wholesome .. we should segregate all boys and girls at all other times too. Just think how much safer it would be .. Just think .. what a safer world it would be .. HEH!

    The argument ..

    .. What if I (a genetic male) identify as a female? (for a double heh .. vice-versa) HEH!

    The conclusion..

    .. Obviously she’s (i.e. the authur) an idiot .. but who can ever warn her the error of her ways? (Maybe the Master Ninja Troll Lori? hmmmm)

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