Have you guys heard of Lauren Southern? No? Yes? My god man, she’s like half the girls I used to date in high school; mostly because they got knocked up pretty early in their lives.
Rollo loves to gossip about that chick (never call chicks broads,) and I get it. She’s been trying to bait him with nudes from Brittan Venti. I mean, what would you do when you’re an over the hill, washed up e-celebrety from the 2000s and your ex husband reached out so one of those Red Pill dudes to ask for help because you’re an absolute train wreck?
I’ve mostly been on the outside throwing peanuts at the clown show, because I know the type. I’ve dated the type. I’ve been very lucky in that I wasn’t the best at rizzing the girls when I was in high school. Guys may feel like they’ve missed out on teenage love, but they also miss out on teenage pregnancy with emotionally unstable chicks (never call chicks broads) so I think it’s a wash.
If you were an 80s kid, 90s kid, or even an 00s kid, especially in a poor town, you know the type. A constant series of unavoidable disasters and a poor little girl ill equipped to handle them. It’s not her fault, it never is. She is just consistently in the wrong place at the wrong time, with the wrong guy and wouldn’t you know it, things just go wrong.
It’s the female predator, topping from the bottom: Cluster B, pick your three letter diagnosis type with daddy issues cause it’s always someone else’s fault, and a constant stream of studs without any back story, just a poor little girl in a poor little situation with poor little tears. It doesn’t hurt that she’s easy on the eyes.
Every woman wants to circle her like a herd of Rhinos, and I promise this isn’t a fat joke. And every man wants to save her from her life of circumstance. Not because they are altruists, but becase they are horny, and love the covert contracts. And girls know it too.
“Everyone is so nice to me!“ and are especially nice when you leave a trail of breadcrumbs with a whiff of companionship. Of course no one actually makes this explicit, that’s how the fantasy works:
The man gets to think, if he only does more for her, then she will love him forever and give him the consent he requires to go after the girl, then he will get loved forever and have a problem free life. The girl gets to think everyone is just so darned nice, and nothing is ever her fault, and no matter how shitty she treats men there’s always another one willing to save her.
And when it’s over, the guy is fucked and the girl is moving on, anime styled tears and Bambi eyes in tow. You can warn a guy, but he’s got pussy in the brain and thirst in his heart. Men only learn through pain, and that Praying Mantis has it in spades (I promise this isn’t a racial joke)
And of course it was one thing when you were in small town Canada, small town America, or wherever, because there was only a few of them in the whole neighborhood, you could run through each bad decision in less than a year and get on with your life. Hopefully you didn’t win the golden Wonka ticket to preggersville.
But we got social media now. For every bush league train wreck, there’s a big league content creator. They would crash out on 3 or 4 boys, get knocked up and that was it. Now? They can hit each of the social media sites with selfies and wish lists and a pile of DM’s they can release for clout. And when it’s all done, they leave for a month then come back and it’s an event.
Millions of simps, it’s like rats getting off the British ship and finding out New Zealand is full of delicious young Kiwi birds that don’t even run away. Free chicks for eating (never call chicks broads)
And it never ends well. I’m sure you’re like me, and you’ve seen a crazy old lady around town. You know the type, blue eye makeup, clown inspired, dressed with no fucks left to give and an attitude that does not match her value. You ask yourself how does someone get that crazy, and this is how. She was the Lauren Southern of the 1980s. Everyone let her act a damned fool and didn’t say anything. The guys wanted to smash and so they told her everything she did was amazing and correct. And the girls wanted her out of the equation and were more than happy to encourage her to self destruct.
And self destruct she did. But she’s a broad, after all. There’s a nice old man with nice old retirement savings willing to save her from her cats and wine bottles and bouts of loneliness because they are old and don’t stand a chance with the chicks but they know they can save this broad.
The best advice I can offer is to keep them at arms length. There’s enough cute chicks out there who aren’t a train wreck that you can smash, and enough fat girls out there to cover the dry spells. Don’t go for your Lauren Southern.
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