I don’t get your comment. A lot of the content within the replies here, including mine, indicate that we have, in fact, read at least some of your writing. Maybe you’re just trying to sell books.

My comments are very real, brother. I was there when I wrote them.

It’s as though you guys haven’t ever read anything I’ve written, ever watched me on TV, or ever heard me on the radio. I’ve been teaching men about female nonsense since 2003.

Come to http://www.TheNoNonsenseMan.com. Get real.

“listen babes..I’lle be straight up wth ya!! are you looking for a man..or for a trailor hitch???

The better the bait, the shorter the wait.

Just like fishing in many respects.

You’ll see….

Are competing against men who will eagerlly Act as a “trailor hitch” for her “estrogen express…”

alot of women will choose the trailor hitch!!!

Same thing the other way around.

Sure, I’m impressed with someone who has worked hard and gotten nice things, but it’s only one aspect of that person.

I work in NYC every day and spend a great deal of social time there as well, and I can tell you that today’s single women are laughing all the way to the bank.

Women are making more money on average than their male counterparts now, at least in big cities. And they have plenty of dumb men at their disposal who are willing to pay for their social lives. It’s a game that women play well, from executives to administrative assistants.

This is how it works: A woman dates, and men pay. She gives sex to the good looking men, if they grovel enough. She does this for a while, and starts to narrow down her pool to the best looking man who will pay the most without asking her for too much in return. She will take a less handsome man if he pays more or makes more money than the better looking man, but it usually depends on what her physical beauty can get her.

Her other tools are varied, but include, primarily, relationship psychobabble and self-help nonsense, which she sprouts here and there to show that she is ‘enlightened.’ She might use religion-speak to show how ’spiritual’ she is. (Yes, for all you God-fearing men, there ARE gold-diggers in church!) Others give you their ‘hardship’ stories to show you how strong and independent they are. The really smart ones will convince you to show them your ’sensitive male’ side, allowing you to confide in them your deep dark secrets. Of course, all of this will be used against you if you cross her too seriously. And, BTW, all of these tools will be used during dates that you pay for.

Women know perfectly well that they are employing a double standard in today’s dating scene. They do it on purpose. That’s why they flip when you point it out. You’re messing with their game! You’re putting the kibbosh on their plans! They’re like bankrobbers who whip out their guns when the cops show up. What choice do they have but to hold court right there in the street? It’s either that or prison. (In this case, prison means that women will have to work for the rest of their lives, like men. And they NEVER wanted that.)

From experience, I can tell you that when you point out the double standard to almost any woman, even the most hirsute feminist, she will either rationalize, call you a cheapskate, or suddenly develop a Victorian outlook on relationships. If you try it with a group of women, they will gang up on you lest you spread your poison knowledge to other men. They KNOW they’re wrong, and they don’t care! You are a potential wrench in the works.

But if you don’t care how the women react, it can be great fun. After I’ve gotten a few of them screaming, I walk away laughing my ass off. You have to be careful for the ones with weapons, though.

Ass-kissing women isn’t wired in — it’s socialized in. Just desocialize yourself of that ridiculous behavior.

The day you realize you need to change is the day you must begin to change. If you fail to change that day, you’re just a eunuch with no convictions or courage.

Nevertheless, Marc, you hit the nail on the head. It seems wired in though, that we chaps fall into the ‘impression management’ in the most consumer-oriented way.

So, when did you stop doing it? Was there a moment of clarity when you were 30 or were you a precocious lad who grasped the nettle at 10, before the Tsunami of girl’s demands and alternative kiddies-with-lawn-mowing-rounds broke over your head. Was there a day when you opened your wallet only to find, once again but this time the last time, that there was the usual ten bucks short of the ‘needs’ she had, that had to be satisfied right then, and said “Fuck it, and fuck off”? Or did you suddenly find that putting your wallet away and whipping the old John Thomas out was the equivalent to the number 42?

These are deep questions.