Post: #1

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/sex/me...christmas/


Full article is behind a pay wall, but you can read the first few paragraphs which is probably all you can stomach anyway:

Quote: Rosa Silverman
7 DECEMBER 2018 • 5:11 PM
When I told my husband I was interviewing a writer who thinks men should give their wives a ‘cheat pass’ this Christmas, he understandably had some questions. “How would the wife find someone suitable for the occasion?” he wondered. (We were talking in the abstract, of course, and I deemed it safer to treat this as rhetorical.) I assured him that yes, it was all very unfeasible, and concluded he’ll more likely gift me jewellery.

But Wednesday Martin, whose latest book Untrue explores “why nearly everything we believe about women and lust and infidelity” is wrong, is not being flippant. “We now know long-term relationships are harder on female desire than they are on male desire,” she says. “Many experts now believe monogamy is a tighter fit for women than for men. This Christmas give your wife something she really wants. Something truly exciting. A hall pass.”

Don't worry, the media isn't trying to destroy the family though. Bonus points if she uses said hall pass on a refugee, I'm sure (if she can find one who's a young man, we all know the vast majority of refugees are widows and orphans of course).

I did like this: “Many experts now believe monogamy is a tighter fit for women than for men.". Yeah, a tighter fit is the point guy.

Post: #2

article is wriiten by (((rosa silverman)))

Post: #3

More cuckery, just in time for Christmas.

Post: #4

Mercifully hidden behind a paywall.

Post: #5

For Christmas, they should get their husbands t-levels checked!

Post: #6

This is an image of the full article, if you can stomach it. Reads about the way you'd expect.

While it's a British newspaper, the woman interviewed was one Wednesday Martin. From Martin's website:

Quote:Wednesday Martin has worked as a writer and social researcher in New York City for over two decades. An instant #1 New York Times bestseller, her memoir Primates of Park Avenue is a hilarious, touching, and insightful look into the exotic world of Manhattan motherhood. Her book Stepmonster, a finalist for the prestigious Books for a Better Life Award, is widely considered the “go-to” source for stepmothers, adult stepchildren, therapists and others who seek a uniquely candid, interdisciplinary, cross-cultural and comprehensive look at the topic. She is also the author of Marlene Dietrich, tracing the actress and cabaret performer's life, career, and impact on the image of women.

Wednesday has written on topics including gender, parenting and motherhood, popular culture, and female sexuality for The New York Times, The Atlantic, The Daily Beast, and Harper's Bazaar, among others. She was a regular contributor to The Daily Telegraph, the online edition of Psychology Today, and the parenting pages at the New York Post. Wednesday has appeared on the Today Show, Good Morning America, CNN, NPR, NBC News, the BBC Newshour, and Fox News as a step/parenting expert, and to discuss Primates of Park Avenue.

Wednesday studied anthropology at the University of Michigan. She earned her doctorate in comparative literature and cultural studies, with a focus on anthropology, the history of anthropology and the history of psychoanalysis, from Yale. She taught cultural studies and literature at Yale and The New School for Social Research, and also worked in qualitative market research and advertising for several years, bringing anthropological insights about consumer markets to a number of Fortune 500 and Fortune 100 companies and major brands. Wednesday lives in New York City with her husband and their two sons.

When you see eyes like that...

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And Jesus said : "You shall celebrate the day of my birth by helping your wives break the seventh commandment given to you by the Lord"

-Degenerates 6:9

Post: #8

(12-08-2018 09:04 AM)Dr Mantis Toboggan Wrote:  https://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/sex/me...christmas/


Full article is behind a pay wall, but you can read the first few paragraphs which is probably all you can stomach anyway:

Author and article both on the other side of the wall...how apropos

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WB

But this whole thing is ridiculous. Sounds more like something some hack said just to get attention.

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(12-08-2018 11:04 AM)Hombre Wrote:  WB while her husband jerks off in the corner

^Fixed

Post: #11

This is just rich women giving each other free publicity. Like the globalist politicians, the Wall St. publishing wives take care of their own and only their own.

"Let Them Eat Cake" is now "Let Them Eat Cock."

Post: #12

(12-08-2018 11:12 AM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:  Wall St.

Wall street indeed.

Post: #13

Man the echos really want to emasculate white men. It's a relentless attack

Post: #14

Attacking both a Christian holiday and the family unit with one article - great example of (((their))) efficiency.

Please note that Christmas subversion is already deep and most likely you are subverted already. Don't believe me? Well then name top three Christmas songs that pop in your mind. If any of those songs are about romantic love (like: "last Chrismas you stole my heart", "All I want for Chrismas is you" and similar shit you hear in supermarkets all December) then you are subverted already. Christmas for Christians or Yule for pagans is a celebration where we should think about our relationship with God. Christians think about birth of Jesus and Pagans think about relationship with cosmos that undergoes a turnaround point in the cycle at that day. This is the one day when sexual thoughts should be put to far background. It is a celebration for the family but for the broader family and not focusing on romantic (read sexual) love.

First sexualize anything then make that sexuality perverse.

If you notice subversion only on the perversion stage it is too late. You had to notice sooner.

Btw, if you are a "player" (actually a sex crazed NPC) who thinks about each Holiday only on terms how easy it is to get sex / bangs at that time of year you are subverted already.

Post: #15

While all of us can rant and laugh about such a ridiculously evil article I can only imagine the eyes of many wives lighting up like Christmas lights eager to tell their husbands about this great idea. We can only hope that said husbands do the right thing and file for divorce immediately.

Post: #16

What's been in her holes more, cock or coke?

Post: #17

How about instead of giving wives a cheating pass, men decide to up their game and fuck their wife's like they did when they were first dating. I'm sure that must be difficult after a even a few years of marriage, but Christmas is a time for selfless giving, and what better gift could a wife receive than to be pounded into a quivering mess of her own vaginal juices. To say that monogomy is a tighter fit for women is a misdiagnosis of the symptoms.

Post: #18

(12-08-2018 11:54 AM)Horus Wrote:  How about instead of giving wives a cheating pass, men decide to up their game and fuck their wife's like they did when they were first dating. I'm sure that must be difficult after a even a few years of marriage,

No it isn't difficult , if you believe that it is difficult to love a long term partner you have been subverted too.

It's a self fulfilling prophecy - believe marriage must suck and it will - or don't marry at all and don't raise children - either way if you accept it you are subverted and are going on with the program.

Post: #19

Quote:“We now know long-term relationships are harder on female desire than they are on male desire"

According to who? Women with a degree in gender studies?

Post: #20

(12-08-2018 12:09 PM)Rush87 Wrote:  

Quote:“We now know long-term relationships are harder on female desire than they are on male desire"

According to who? Women with a degree in gender studies?

It's basic biology. One gender is biologically designed for 9 months of pregnancy, while the other is biologically designed to procreate. Monogamy is the societal construct that stops men going out and plowing dozens of women whilst his pregnant wife stays at home.

^^^

The hardship of women to endure monogamy comes from childlessness. If a woman has no or too few children when the wall is approaching, her subconscious starts to suspect her current man is infertile and she feels the need to cheat. She needs to get pregnant in the last years of fertility before it is too late.

The standard western model of no more then two children can also be too little for some women.

Women need to be occupied with childcare or they go crazy.

Of course then there is also the fact that too many men turn to be betas and stop developing themselves, thinking they don't need to do it in marriage.

Post: #21

Oh look, this ran on the exact same day in the NY Times:

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/07/style...riage.html

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Dec. 7, 2018

Two guys are out in the backyard banging around, building a work space, a studio. One is lean with dark hair; the other stockier, his gray hair clipped close to his skull. I hear their laughter over the sound of the air compressor for the nail gun. The siding is going up.

They started this job more than a year ago. Most homeowners would be annoyed at how long it’s taking. I’m not. They’re building it for free. They’re building it for me.

I bring them water. I kiss one good night but not the other. One is my boyfriend of 10 years. The other is my husband. My husband and I actually consider ourselves exes, but we never divorced. We still love each other, just not romantically. We have lived together all these years under the same roof, although not the same bedroom.

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Our then 2-year-old son had just left the family bed. My husband and I were alone again with a gaping hole where passion should be. We had tried to bring it back through counseling, sex therapy and lingerie. I needed the dance of knee against knee under the table. I needed an unabashed, open-mouthed kiss. So we came to an agreement.

“I don’t want to know,” he said. “Don’t bring it home.”

This went on for several years. I met men at hotels and at their homes in the hills.

Then, I met a new guy at a bar in the Mission District, the perfect place to meet before a one-night stand. Except I fell for him the moment he handed me a red Gerber daisy. I fell for the small gap between his teeth. I touched his hand by feigning interest in the ring he had made from a bicycle spoke. We loved the same obscure music.

Days later, he waltzed with me on Berkeley Pier, my gloves arranged in his breast pocket like a kerchief. He created a rabbit out of a squeegee and a towel and made me laugh at its antics.

The afternoon I chose to tell my husband, light streamed into our yellow kitchen. Our son was in his room, playing with Hogwarts toys.

“This wasn’t our agreement,” he said. We discussed it calmly. One of us mentioned divorce. One of us said, “Should we move apart?” Then it was silent again.

I was a child of divorce. When I came home from school, the house was empty. My mother worked an hour away and didn’t get home until after 6.

I saw my father on Sundays, sometimes. He would take us to car shows or to buy fish for our aquarium. I don’t think he ever wanted children. He wasn’t interested in talking to me about books or cheerleading. He once jokingly tossed me over the side of a boat, saying, “That’s how you learn to swim!”

My siblings were wild, sneaking out to parties in the woods. I grew up mostly alone. I dreamed of having a family to travel with or joke together over dinner.

I had this now. We made Lego villages, played music, sang out of tune. We stopped for smiley-face pancakes when we drove to San Diego to see my in-laws. We took up a whole row on the airplane, creating our own happy world of snacks, cartoons and surprises for our son.

I couldn’t imagine not waking up in the house with my child, having to drop him off at his father’s house, not kissing his sleepy cheeks every night.

I wanted my family. And I wanted my boyfriend.

When I suggested we could be roommates, my husband agreed. I clung to the idea like a life raft.

We ordered another bed and turned my husband’s office into a second bedroom. I didn’t know if it was possible to create a new kind of family, but like a child who pushes against the boundaries of her parents’ rigid rules, I wanted to find out.

Months later, I said, “I want to introduce him to our son.”

“If you bring someone else in,” my husband said, “we need to move apart. I don’t want to meet him.”

Weeks passed. Then my husband said, “Wild Side West. 5:30. Wednesday night.”

I don’t remember if I drove to that meeting with my husband or my boyfriend. I do remember sitting in the beer garden with sweat on my forehead.

We sat in a little triangle, my husband sitting stiffly and my boyfriend leaning back as if to give us more room. I perched on a rickety stool. We could have been in a lawyer’s office, drawing up papers.

The moment was about a child. The conversation was about who we are to this boy. Who will we be to him and to each other? How do we trust?

We set a meeting for the playground the following week. We three adults had planned it out carefully. My son and I would be playing on the monkey bars. My boyfriend would show up and I would introduce him as my friend.

When he arrived, he was carrying an old radio and some tools. He had remembered from our conversations that my son loved to disassemble electronics.

My boyfriend juggled two screwdrivers and a wrench and made my son laugh. He smiled and said, “Hey buddy, want to take this thing apart with me?”

When this began, we still lived in a large apartment in the Mission; there was room for privacy the nights my boyfriend stayed over. It was awkward at first, but as the years passed we spent more time as a foursome — cooking, playing board games.

Twice a year we all traveled to my mother’s house in Ohio, along with my husband’s parents, spending two weeks in a flurry of card games, water balloon fights and lingering meals.

Then the owner of our apartment decided to sell and offered us an enormous sum of money to surrender our rent-controlled lease. In most places, that money could have bought us a house. In the Bay Area, it wasn’t even a down payment. The only place we could afford was half the size of our apartment. There wouldn’t be room for home offices, most of our furniture or my boyfriend.

At the new house, my beau built a platform so I could store the mattress beneath a raised office, but it never felt right. It wasn’t sexy to sleep with him under piles of papers and the glow of the computer screen saver.

One day when he and I were lying in the trundle bed staring up at a jumble of cords, he said, “Let’s talk about building you a studio.” But I didn’t have the money.

“We could scavenge what we need,” he said. “If we start by building a foundation, maybe it will come together even if we don’t see how it can work.”

The backyard was a mess of dirt, broken bottles and rusty metal when he began digging. He patiently began clearing it out. One day my husband donned work gloves and jumped in, too. When we ran out of scavenged materials, my husband generously purchased supplies.

Months of Sundays passed to the synchronized beat of hammers and the sound of music and laughter as the framing was built. My husband taught me how to use the nail gun. My boyfriend took pictures as I nailed on the avocado-green siding. There’s a selfie of the three of us grinning from behind our dust masks, covered with flecks of fiberglass on the day we stuffed insulation into the walls.

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Those two men painstakingly installed layers of drywall, reaching their long arms to the ceiling over and over. Before they hung the last piece, I hid gold dollar coins inside next to the studs and a photo of three generations of people who are related in ways there aren’t words for.

They left the beautiful thick beam in the ceiling exposed. After you walk into the studio and admire the golden light and the warm oak floors, that exposed beam catches your eye. It’s the through line, reminding me of our love for our son.

We wanted this child to grow up in a happy household. That beam was strong enough to convince us all to hold onto the vision. It’s like a dream I have had countless times in which I discover a room in my house that I didn’t know was there.

That’s our life now. We are building a family without a blueprint.

Sherry Richert Belul, who lives in San Francisco, is the author of “Say it Now: 33 Creative Ways to Say I Love You to the Most Important People in Your Life,” due out in May.

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What a coincidence.

Post: #22

(12-08-2018 09:04 AM)Dr Mantis Toboggan Wrote:  https://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/sex/me...christmas/


Full article is behind a pay wall, but you can read the first few paragraphs which is probably all you can stomach anyway:

Quote: Rosa Silverman
7 DECEMBER 2018 • 5:11 PM
When I told my husband I was interviewing a writer who thinks men should give their wives a ‘cheat pass’ this Christmas, he understandably had some questions. “How would the wife find someone suitable for the occasion?” he wondered. (We were talking in the abstract, of course, and I deemed it safer to treat this as rhetorical.) I assured him that yes, it was all very unfeasible, and concluded he’ll more likely gift me jewellery.

But Wednesday Martin, whose latest book Untrue explores “why nearly everything we believe about women and lust and infidelity” is wrong, is not being flippant. “We now know long-term relationships are harder on female desire than they are on male desire,” she says. “Many experts now believe monogamy is a tighter fit for women than for men. This Christmas give your wife something she really wants. Something truly exciting. A hall pass.”

Don't worry, the media isn't trying to destroy the family though. Bonus points if she uses said hall pass on a refugee, I'm sure (if she can find one who's a young man, we all know the vast majority of refugees are widows and orphans of course).

I did like this: “Many experts now believe monogamy is a tighter fit for women than for men.". Yeah, a tighter fit is the point guy.

Am I allowed to say "Rope, Tree, Journalist" on the forum? Hypothetical question only.

Post: #23

(12-08-2018 11:35 AM)Mage Wrote:  Btw, if you are a "player" (actually a sex crazed NPC) who thinks about each Holiday only on terms how easy it is to get sex / bangs at that time of year you are subverted already.

I get what you're saying, but it depends on the holiday. From a US Christian perspective Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter are about family and (aside from Thanksgiving) faith, 4th of July and Memorial Day are about patriotism and remembrance, but some minor holidays like Halloween, St. Patrick's Day, and Cinco de Mayo are about partying which ideally leads to banging.

Post: #24

How revolting. Her husband should bang her sister "for Christmas", if he's got the sack, which he probably doesn't.

Post: #25

(12-08-2018 09:29 AM)Caduceus Wrote:  article is wriiten by (((rosa silverman)))

I don't know what you are saying.
Have you not read the thread 'There is no plan' ?

There obviously is no plan. Trust me, don't question it go... I mean guy.