Your Wife Thinks Like This Too
If you ever want a reminder your world is doomed, look no further than your wife, and then look at yourself in the mirror and realize it’s not her fault things suck, it’s yours.
If you want a primer for this blog, watch all 12 episodes of The Black Philip Show with Patrice O’Neal, then watch them again. It’s a meager investment for getting your head out of your ass, which is where your head is. If you want proof, you know where to look. Oh look, it’s all ass.
I’m just some asshole too, as my wife is happy to remind me. If you want my resumé, it’s like just like Patrice calls it. Field research. Do your own and decide for yourself when I’m full of shit.
I’ll be referencing a few principles as givens, besides what’s on Patrice’s shows, such as women being permanent teenagers mentally. The author of that article may be kind in calling them the “most responsible” teenager in the house, as many women, even older married women, regularly and proudly do things that would have shocked and horrified us as teenagers. Things have fallen far in just a decade or two.
Beside that, let’s jump right into it and dissect this gem of a post:
This is an anonymous post from a Facebook support group for women with BPD. If you don’t know what Borderline Personality Disorder is, it’s basically typical woman shit on steroids, and surprise, everyone thinks they have it now. I’m not going to make a judgment on whether it’s a real “disorder,” (it isn’t) whatever that means, but point out that functionally, it’s just an amplified version of much of the same old shit that every woman deals with (i.e. subjects everyone around them to.)
I’m prowling in the group because I identify as a woman, which is why I’m dedicating this blog to all my sistas out there. I’m trying to educate men on how to not be retarded, making use of the crushing curse of my male-born body to help m*n get back in line with nature so we can all be happy. Read or don’t-read at your own peril.
Everything a woman says has meaning, even if the meaning is that it has no meaning. If you don’t care about the difference, you’re either a lot smarter or a lot dumber than me.
Put differently, female’s communications are always saying something besides what they’re actually saying. They are interpretable, or they can stupidly be taken at face value.
Tomes like this young lady’s are a blinking communiqué of a multiverse of feelings and intentions, (that only matter to the original poster btw.)
And being that that Facebook page is a female space designed specifically for delusional females to co-malinger and encourage (i.e. sabotage) other women, it lacks the usual filter present when she’s been pushed to the edge by your weakness to step outside of her natural state and do something essentially man-like in trying to explain something to you explicitly— (something your woman does with all the same frustration that we autistic men have trying to demonstrate intent with our actions.)
As the poet Sam Hyde said, you don’t want someone like you, because someone like you would be an autistic man. Congratulations, you’ve forced your girl to communicate to you like an autistic man. Weren’t you just complaining about how she isn’t as feminine and submissive as when you first got your claws in her?
The curse of men’s explicit communication style is that we forget the world of tacit communication. Communicating with women is an art of always understanding what’s actually being said (by her, but also by you— i.e. what you’re communicating to her) and not getting confused. In other words, you need to know what’s going on at all costs.
Let’s see what this beautiful free spirit is talking about, i.e. trying to gather support for:
"I'm in the process of finding myself." - “I am currently and ongoingly going through a raging crisis of identity. I will cling to whatever I can as long as it feels right on some level.”
"I'm very religious but" - “Whatever I'm about to say next is completely divorced from what I claim are my deepest values.”
"separated from my church since around February." - “I left the literal physical gathering place and community of my professed values because their values didn't align with my desires.”
Let’s break briefly to note where we’re going with this. In the very first paragraph she’s priming the audience for the reasons she’s doing… whatever it is she’s gonna do. The thread’s deleted now, but it shouldn’t surprise you that when she got push-back, she made it clear she wasn’t looking for advice. Even when the group’s literally gay female admin was telling her what she was doing and thinking is wrong.
This post isn’t to shame the original poster . She is just doing what girls do. While she should feel ashamed for thinking like that as a married woman, her husband and her church failed her by not being there as the institutions that must enforce that shame. They should be a hundred times more ashamed.
That’s the purpose of this blog, to shame you men into acting right so your wife doesn’t make posts like this lovely lady. Whenever your small-minded neotenic baby head thinks this is a woman-hating blog, know that I only use goofy bitches as an example of the living consequences of weak men, so that weak men can do exactly what the world needs them to do, and lead. Decide what you want your life to be.
Back to it.
"Since I have been going to an outpatient program" - "I have been in bad girl retard camp because I can't regulate my emotions. (Because my husband hasn't guided me on how to. He just withdraws from any conflict because I make it suck for him otherwise. He knows how crazy I’d make things if he just disregarded me and told me to shut up and quit my foolishness.)”
“My husband is so weak and stupid that he has outsourced his authority in my life to some sterilized medical clinic full of spiritually dead medical corpo-bots to try to "make me better." Surprisingly, I came back with some funky new ideas and a more than a few new prescriptions."
The only worse thing than the pilot of an airplane flying blind is when it’s the pilot of a relationship. Let me assure you, it’s either you at the helm, no one, or someone else. Which possibility disturbs you the most? Hint: It’s actually the first one.
"I have started to find myself again and loving who I am" - "I have started embracing flailing, vacuous, airy, grandiose misconceptions about myself under the tutelage of the medical establishment who has no other medicine to give me besides toxic positivity— oh yeah, and a lot of medications, if I didn’t mention."
"I am actually so happy, the happiest I've been in a long time" - "I am alive with the love of my self and fantasies of unregulated selfishness, returning to living as a carefree child. This regular staycation my husband bought for me at Dr. Daddy Medical's Outpatient Facility for Naughty Little Girls has reminded me of the sheer glory of a life unimpeded by the inconveniences of such lame buzz-killers as marriage or duty." (God help her if she has kids.)
"but I kinda blame my unhappiness towards my faith." - "My church's values conflict with my petty, hedonistic desires, and that’s the real problem causing my internal discomfort, not me. Everyone at church and an entire body of ages-old religious morals and traditions is wrong, not me."
"I placed these strict rules upon myself that I lost who I was" - "Eh, seriously, acting like an adult was lame as shit. And who's going to make me act right? My weak-ass husband?"
"I know I say I'm still finding myself but I do still feel lost at times." - "I don't really know what I want. Seriously, in my soul of souls, I hate him for not guiding me here. That's why I'm talking to you zany gals. I’ve been convinced that I think I know what (I want) to do, but some confirmation that the horrible mistakes I'm planning are actually ok would be great."
"I've always been bisexual"
Whenever you hear someone's origin story on being queer, traumatized, autistic, retarded, whatever, rest assured it's nothing but an excuse to externalize the responsibility for how they chose to be— any causation except their own decisions.
I'm not doubting her propensity to kiss girls and like it. I’m merely pointing out that this coming out now, and with such burning urgency, is a suspiciously timed phenomenon with regards to just having left church and mental health treatment. At least in 2008 she could just blame Katy Perry.
"But I am married to a man" - Uh oh, here comes the rub. The painful realization that her "I do's" are causing serious conflict with what she wants to do now, which is to kiss girls, all else be damned.
The good news is that if the rest of her post is any indication, that marriage won't long be an obstacle to finally “finding herself.”
"and since joining this church I learned my sexuality is a sin so I stuffed that away." - "My mean church told me kissing girls is bad. But other people told me different, so screw the church, I like what these other people say better."
"I don't want to get into the faith portion so let's not go there fully please)." - "I don't want to talk about my glaring contradiction of my supposed own values. "Let's be cool ♥ and stay focused on what I want to do rn and how I can justify doing it."
"Since being outpatient and talking to amazing women and teachers" - “Again, it’s totally awesome. A bunch of people, (mostly soulless clinicians and more advanced indoctrination victims who have zero stake in what happens after the advice they've given causes my life to crash and burn,) have taken the mantle of responsibility for my life from my loser husband and persuaded me to do whatever whats me happy ♥ "
"I'm starting to notice I don't want to ignore that part of me anymore." - Yea, hath Dr. God(TM) said?
"I accept I am bisexual and I don't want to be shamed for loving who I love." - Wow, she doesn't even thinks she wants to kiss a girl, she wants to love them right off the bat. Either recroooting polyamorous freaks got to her or she's really, really desperately clawing to get out of her marriage to this weak retard. (It’s definitely both.)
You can tell that the extensive validation (i.e. sabotage) that she received in Dr. Daddy's Clinic was well thought out and tempered with care for the actual results of whatever she'll do next. Thanks Doc! Can I crash on your couch until the divorce is finalized?
And since our poster is clearly a mature adult in a stable, sober mindset who understands context and consequences, it goes without saying that this validation of everything she thinks she wants and is, was received with the diligence and loving care of someone who actually gives a fuck about their husband and marriage, and will be very careful to avoid threatening the life-pact she signed up for.
"Yes I am married but" - Oh wait.
What did grandpa say about everything that comes before the word "but"?
"I still feel women are beautiful and I crave the touch a woman."
I have some advice (that you won't take) for a guy who's ever stupid enough to be in this situation: Repeat the same thing back to her with total certainty and see how she reacts:
"Baby, I love you, but you know, I still feel that other women are beautiful and I crave the touch of another woman." Hell, if we're pulling reverso, say you want to be with a man.
Since she surely believes in equality and has already thought her decisions through, her response will be: "I understand baby. I support your decision to want to fuck other people, unlike that horrible church of ours."
If her response is anything other than that, you'll have just witnessed how girls’ minds constantly operate in a "for thee but not for me" mindset.
The aforementioned author of the article on women's permanent teenagerlyness very wisely points out that for a teenager, (or a woman), whats yours is theirs and whats theirs is also theirs. If she buys herself something with money she earned while you were paying for the roof over her head, it's hers, but that same roof is also hers.
Women are masters of having their cake and eating it too. And then pissing on it, hitting it, crying on it, and asking it why it doesn't love them like it used to. (N.B. you are the cake.)
"Anyways I guess I just wanted to vent some on how I'm starting to love myself again and accepting myself." - This is a sneaky pseudo-disqualification of what she's actually saying, and what she's actually saying is explicit in the closing sentence:
"I hope others can relate and have any encouraging words ♥ "
Voilá. "My dear sisters, I know I'm married and under mental health treatment, but does anyone else just want to do whatever makes you happy? ♥ "
Good God, she’s found the solution to all her problems. Another case closed.
Never mind that anyone with half a brain recognizes the thought process she's bringing to the table will be like a Category 8 earthquake hitting the faultline of her marriage. Her sapphic fantasies of interlocking fingers and kissing with a girl that’s hotter than her— but not too much hotter of course— are, to her, worth bringing the whole house crumbling down.
Now, I can jack off to that like any warmblooded man, but unfortunately her husband will be jacking himself off to sleep on a stack of divorce lawyer bills alone in a cold motel. I’m sure their kids will be progressive enough in the 2030s-2040s to support their mom’s brave decision and their dad’s brave abstention from that decision. And I’m absolutely sure they’ve both thought that far ahead.
It's worth noting that women, like anyone, will always be able to find someone to encourage them in their folly, no matter how insane or bizarre the folly is. That's why it's important that your girl has a circle of virtuous women around her, and not a gaggle of insane whores. We are who we hang around.
Now to my ladies: if you're unfortunate enough to be a woman (or a weak womanly man) who found this blog and you're attempting to step outside your inability to think about context or big ideas and actually analyze a situation and make an accurate judgment on it, you will obviously point out that this is an extreme case and that "no one would support this type of shenanigans." You're missing the point. Dummy.
This is the type of stuff you do all the time.
That YOU do all the time.
You have participated in this basic, elemental type of scenario time and time again if you have any life experience. The only question is what you do with it now.
You think this is a special exception? Haha. This is a particularly poignant case of the rule. We'll have plenty more examples on this blog, because God knows there's no dearth of them.
To the poor weak men this blog is written for: You let her act like this. If you don't give your girl the medicine, who's going to? She'll either be acting on her own or inevitably end up so flailing-insane she ends up at the doorstep of another franchise or ex-patient of Dr. Daddy Medical's Outpatient Facility for Naughty Little Girls, and they'll whisper in her ears unspeakable horrors that her bored, listless heart has been waiting for.
Where were you while she was developing this infection?
Do your job.
If you don’t, someone else will.