Post: #126

Her lifestyle taking its toll?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessica_Valenti

I did notice that the two photos, taken seven years apart, do seem to look vastly different. The one on the right, taken in 2007 at around age 29; verse the one on the left taken in 2014 around age 36.

While advancing age can be expected to change ones looks over time, it looks like to me that her life choices has accelerated the process greatly.

Post: #127

I think she just has a face that can look pretty decent from the perfect angle but is actually shaped funny, which is obvious in candid pictures.

Post: #128

Read that article from Medium after seeing it linked on Vox Day's blog today. Absolutely fantastic, not just a well-written evisceration of her book, but a fine criticism of feminism in general.

EvanWilson, it seems to be correctly quoting passages from the book. As to whether or not Valenti made them up or embellished, who knows?

Post: #129

(11-05-2016 08:43 PM)HermeticAlly Wrote:  Read that article from Medium after seeing it linked on Vox Day's blog today. Absolutely fantastic, not just a well-written evisceration of her book, but a fine criticism of feminism in general.

EvanWilson, it seems to be correctly quoting passages from the book. As to whether or not Valenti made them up or embellished, who knows?

God damn, nice takedown.

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

Post: #130

Link?

Post: #131

(11-05-2016 11:26 PM)churros Wrote:  Link?

I was going to say that Google is your friend, but then I remembered how it's in the bag for Hilary Clitiron, and therefore is not, in fact, your friend, or anybody else's.

https://medium.com/the-patriarch-tree/le....ma6tx88lw

That's the direct link to the article. It's debatable whether you should sell a click to Medium, though.

One point the article doesn't touch on but I think needs to be said: I think there's a good deal of father-hate going on in Valenti's background. The interesting variant is that Valenti is not the child of a single mother, but might as well have been -- I think because he was a Buddhist. There's no mention of the mother being a Buddhist. And she's Italian-American, which is to say, given the dark eyes, dark hair, and massive jaw, her father's Sicilian or Calabresi, which gave Italian culture in America its three foundations: Pizza, Catholicism, and the Mafia. Buddhism on the old Roman chassis is not a good match of software to hardware.

My guess would be that her father was a Buddhist, but her mother was Roman Catholic and defied the extended family to marry him. You can often tell a lot about a young woman's father from the men she dates: they are either just like him, in which case there's decent odds she'll marry one of them eventually ... or they're the opposite to him, in which case she fucks them to rebel against him. Dad, in short, was not a strong, masculine presence in the family, and didn't model a good marriage to her. Consequently she's fucked a conga line of bad boys, rationalised her behaviour to herself by a combination of moral relativism and thinking all men are like this, and is now having exactly the same problem with her husband as her mother likely did. Notice the childish irritation with a dirty cup being left on counters? That's not feminist rage, that's an overbearing mother who modelled that behaviour to our young Guidess.

Top quote from the review:

Quote:Robin Williams once observed that cocaine is God’s way of telling you you’ve got too much money. Or maybe, if you’re a girl, cocaine is God’s way of telling you your boyfriend’s got too much money. One of the amazing things about the patriarchal oppression of women is how guys with too much money so easily locate women with an appetite for free cocaine.

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

Post: #132

God that was such a savage takedown I could practically hear this as I read it.

Anyone who still takes her seriously after her self-penned exposé of her tragically poor character is truly brainwashed.

Post: #133

Reading that was pure catharsis.

Post: #134

I've been reading McCain for awhile.
Pretty good red pill writing, if coming from a Christian standpoint.

http://theothermccain.com/2016/11/05/bad...-feminism/

Quote:"Somehow these stories are meant by Valenti to tell us about “sexism” and how she is a victim of male oppression, but what the astute reader notices is that this feminist victimhood narrative functions as an excuse, exempting Valenti from responsibility for her own bad decisions, her own bad behavior, and her own bad attitude. Unfortunately, this is not the interpretation of ‘Sex Object’ that will likely be made by most of the young women who read Valenti’s book, which is clearly intended by her to reinforce the irrational resentments and paranoid sense of helpless victimhood — “blame patriarchy!” — that define 21st-century feminism."

Post: #135

(11-06-2016 12:46 AM)Paracelsus Wrote:  

(11-05-2016 11:26 PM)churros Wrote:  Link?

I was going to say that Google is your friend, but then I remembered how it's in the bag for Hilary Clitiron, and therefore is not, in fact, your friend, or anybody else's.

https://medium.com/the-patriarch-tree/le....ma6tx88lw

Fantastic read

Quote:Now, she doesn’t actually say she had sex with the Bronx Science boy, but I’m going to share Jay’s suspicion that yeah, of course she did. So adding him and Jay to the list, we’re now up to six for Ms. Valenti’s total, and next we must add Number Seven, “Jack.” After Jay left for college and met a new girlfriend there, 16-year-old Jessica went to a barbecue (p. 92) and met Jack, “the most beautiful guy I had seen up close . . . all muscles and smiles.” Jack was a 20-year-old bodybuilder who worked at a gym somewhere up the Hudson River Valley halfway to Albany, and why she was at a barbecue in Saugerties, N.Y., is never explained but . . . holy hormones, Batman!
Jack is six foot three and chiseled — like a movie star or stripper way. . . . He works out for hours every day. . . .
I was thrilled by him. I remember noticing the outline of his body the first time he go on top of me — huge and muscular — and thinking that this is what fucking a man is like. There were no scrawny arms or adolescent halfhearted facial hair, just girth.
Compare this description to what Ms. Valenti says about her “lovely” husband, who is forced to keep the house immaculate merely to avoid her wrath, and then ask whether you’d rather be (a) the muscle man who banged her at 16, or (b) the poor fool who ended up marrying her when she was 30.

That is why many solid Game teachers recommend men to start lifting, doing martial arts etc. Sure - it can be done without it, but it helps and aids men to rise from the mire of the Beta-state.

Pickup artists (PUAs) have a saying — “Alpha fucks, Beta bucks” — to describe this phenomenon, but the PUAs are “misogynists” for being so cruelly realistic in describing an observable pattern (hypergamy) of female behavior. Of course, life is not fair to anyone — I’m neither a 6-foot-3 bodybuilder nor a Harvard alumnus — but it is only the unfairness experienced by women that feminists ever bother to notice. Feminists permit no man to criticize the selfish, cruel and dishonest behavior of women. No matter how he may unjustly suffer in his relationships (or lack thereof), if any man dares to describe how women actually behave in real life — well, that’s a hate crime!
(Seriously — the Southern Poverty Law Center hate-listed Man Boobz.)
Notice, as previously mentioned, that Ms. Valenti is superficial in her judgment of men, and also notice the status-seeking nature of her behavior. Her first serious boyfriend Jay was (a) older, (b) “fine-looking” and © from the relatively prestigious Park Slope neighborhood. Then she cheated on Jay with the taller guy from Bronx Science — dinner on the Upper West Side— but now at age 16, she falls in love with 6-foot-3 of chiseled muscle — a real man!
Yeah, you guessed it — Jessica was just a pump-and-dump for Jack (p. 94):
After about seven months of dating, though, he stops calling. . . . Despite my bluster to friends about having a trophy boyfriend I am devastated when, finally, he tells me over the phone that he wants to break up. That the attraction was just physical and there is nothing really beyond that. . . .
I spend the rest of the school year, my last in high school, smoking pot and hooking up with friends of mine — though no one seems quite as adult or good-looking as Jack.
If we start the count with her first boyfriend Jay, then add the tall boy from Bronx Science, with Jack we find Ms. Valenti has reached Number Three by her senior year of high school, during which she mentions casually “hooking up” with at least two other “friends,” so her total count of sexual partners by the time she reached Tulane was already five, at a minimum. This was the fall of 1996, and Ms. Valenti didn’t turn 18 until more than two months into her freshman year at Tulane, but she’d been “sexually active” (as the public health officials say) for more than three years with five different guys and, after her “thrill” of being with the 6-foot-3 muscular manhood of Jack, whatever boyfriend she met at Tulane was doomed to be a disappointment.
This was Kyle’s basic problem, really. Guys, you don’t want to be Kyle. You may think you want to be Kyle, but you don’t. He was from Boston (p. 99) and had attended a private boarding school (p. 101), and could afford both the tuition at Tulane and fees to join a fraternity, but despite his family’s wealth — or maybe because of his family’s wealth — Kyle had some serious problems. Rich kids are often spoiled by their affluence, and Kyle not only had a serious drinking problem, but he was also addicted to porn videos. This was before the Internet had made that vile stuff as ubiquitous and easily accessible as it is in the 21st century, so Kyle must have gone to some effort to amass several boxes of “magazines and tapes, most of which had to do with asses and anal sex,” Ms. Valenti tells us (p. 101). Furthermore, she tells us this:
I had never met anyone who wanted to have sex so often, a few times a day at least. . . . I also had never met anyone whose penis was so large that when he got an erection it didn’t stand straight up, but instead stood out perpendicular to his body, too heavy to make it all the way up.
In addition to his huge penis and enormous sex drive, Kyle also “had big arms and a great sense of humor,” Ms. Valenti tells us. So her first college boyfriend was a rich frat boy with muscular biceps and a massive penis but don’t you dare to suggest that a feminist could be superficial in her judgment of guys, that she engages in selfish status-seeking or that she “objectifies” men.
Feminism functions as an all-purpose excuse for women to do whatever they want, and to exempt themselves from criticism, no matter how predictable the bad consequences of their behavior might be. Say what you will about old-fashioned “traditional values,” any well-raised young woman foolish enough to behave like Ms. Valenti behaved would at least realize she alone was to blame for all the bad things that happened to her as a result of her folly.

Essentially the story is the epitome of the modern feminist.

Fucking her way through an assortment of exciting, rich, Alpha-ish men - even going weeks on coke-trails with far wealthier men - all done naturally in her prime.

Later on she marries the boring but wealthy Beta.

The final message will only come later after the divorce. She already describes going to therapy with her husband.

How long before she dumps him missing the Alpha dick in her life?





You can almost pity the guy - at least he is smart, tall and wealthy. In addition he will become somewhat more masculine over time. But he is a feminist, so sooner or later his thin shoulders will not be able to stomach her shit-tests anymore.

I give it a few years as their child grows. She will want to ride the Alpha dick again. But it is also possible that she convinces him to go the cuckold-route. Then they have a future until she falls in love with a more Alpha man who fucks her well.

Rollo tweeted this on the subject:

Quote:Women would rather be objectified than idealized. Even rabid feminists.

The reason she misses it is of course mired in female biology and not in "culture". But as professors have pointed out - the SJWs deny gender differences, racial differences and they are coming for the evolutionary biologists and general biologists next. Soon universities will be just indoctrination and slut-training camps.

Post: #136

^ After reading the synopsis from medium.com, her pathology seems fairly transparent. I'm no psychologist, but I've done some reading about personality disorders as it really helps to spot these loser females coming a mile away.

If I had to play "pick a diagnosis" I'd say she fits "Inverted Narcissist"

http://www.narcissistic-abuse.com/faq66.html

It's like a combination of a pathological narcissist and co-dependent. She craves being in a relationship with the drug dealer bad boys due to whatever damage was done to her in childhood, and when she's in a relationship like that she feels rewarded by acting in the capacity of providing the primary narcissist/sociopath with narcissistic supply.

Note how she waxes so romantic about some of the dudes she banged in her 20s, like Ron the charming coke dealer. I know guys like this at the clubs and sure, they're popular with the ladies in a fashion (gosh I wonder why), but since I like to at least somewhat consider myself a "healthy" fairly well-adjusted guy in his 30s, to me these dudes are simply losers, with DOA lives as much as their female counterparts. I wouldn't trade the life I have for theirs no matter how much drugs or pussy anyone threw at me.

So she's in the codependent role with them; Ron's spilling beer on her tits at 4:30 in the afternoon and slapping the shit out of her while they bang high on coke and she's loving every minute of it. But these "relationships" always burn out, because keep in mind they're both big self-absorbed glomping balls of suck, and the path of these relationships always leads to somebody discarding somebody when the other's vacuum of a life becomes too onerous to tolerate.

But the shittiest part is reserved for the "normal guys" (betas) who come after the bad boys, as recall that while she was acting as a co-dependent while in the bad boy's bitch role, she's a narcissist all the same, but one who feels empty and hollow when she's not acting as a supply-pusher. So Co-Dependent Andrew shows up and believes he's found the manic pixie feminist dream girl of his dreams; unbeknownst to him this lizard is grudgingly sliding back into her default role as prime mover on the crazy train, and before you know it this chick who not too long ago was loving life in a filthy apartment being used as a human coke mirror is flipping out over her husband leaving dirty dishes being left in the sink and toilet paper rolls being replaced the wrong way.

He probably thinks he just needs to practice "radical acceptance" and love her more. Then things will be alright.

Post: #137

That poor bastard is so brainwashed by feminism and the blue pill that if he ever wakes up, he'll be in his late 30s or 40s and in such a massive hole that climbing out will be nigh impossible.

I feel visceral pity for him. He is the living picture of a feminist victim.

Post: #138

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