Sluts lower the value of all women—here’s how to compete with them It's easy!

Margaret Wente, a columnist with Canada’s Globe and Mail newspaper knocks it out of the park with her article on the sexual economics of today’s young men and women.  And her assessment for young women is harsh, but so fucking true:

“A lot of women are in no hurry to get married, either. But it might not work out so well for them. They’ve watched too much Sex in the City. They think they’ll still have the same choices at 35 and 40 that they had at 25. They have no idea that men’s choices will get better with age (especially if they’re successful), but theirs will get worse. Believe me, this sucks. But it’s the truth.”

Basically, women are so quick to give up sex, there’s no incentive for men to work for it, and men working for sex is what BUILT THIS CITY.  Sluts offer up their vaginas (but not for cash, so don’t get excited, whores!) for very little effort and in effect, make it hard for ALL women to create lasting and meaningful relationships with men.

Left to their own devices, men CAN and WILL sample as much of the herd as they can, and that’s hella fun!  For both men and women, but eventually a woman will start looking around for a provider (unless she voted Obama, in which case she can depend on ALL men to support her through the wonders of taxation). Babies are time sucking assholes who need their mamas fulltime for YEARS, and in order for a woman to do a good job raising her offspring (and no, hiring an illegal immigrant to raise your child is NOT doing a good job), she needs a man.

Dependable, reliable, loyal, strong.  A man.  The kind of man women’s studies majors HATE.  #sorryfeminists.

What is a sensible, reasonable woman to do in the face of sluts throwing their vaginas around like confetti at a wedding?

In truth, it’s not that hard to compete with sluts.  What you’ll need are some domestic skills and a sense of loyalty to match your man’s.

True story:  when we were in grad school and just dating, I asked Mr.JudgyBitch for the keys to his room and he gave them to me.  He told me later that he expected to come home to his room and find me splayed in some kind of exotic lingerie and he was a bit worried about living up to whatever romance novel induced fantasy I had concocted for the two of us.  Although that DOES sound kind of fun, I had a different fantasy in mind.

I went to Mr. JudgyBitch’s room and collected all his laundry.  I washed it and then, using a piece of cardboard, folded it into beautiful Gap store origami and arranged it on his shelves perfectly.  He came home to a room that smelled of Tide and Bounce, with his shirts ironed and hung and his t-shirts lined up on a shelf with military precision.

Yeah.  I did his laundry.

He fucking died.  He told me later that THAT was the moment he knew he would marry me.  We have a long standing joke about choosing me randomly, because Mr. JudgyBitch, handsome and tall, was quite a catch on campus.  He had been to a hot tub party at the Faculty of Law and acquired the number of a hot young law student who happened to share the same first name as me.  So he had two “JBs” on his cork board and he picked one to call one lonely Friday night, and it was me!

He swears he knew it was me.  Yeah.  Right.  No harm, no foul!  Who cares?  It was me!

During our 18 months at grad school, I continued to do his laundry.  I learned what he liked for breakfast and had a tray ready for him every morning.  I fetched him hot food when he was tied up in long meetings, got him coffee when he looked tired and rubbed his back after eight hours of lectures in a chair designed for someone six inches shorter.  I folded his laundry, made his bed and listened to his frustrations.

What did he do for me?  It doesn’t matter.  The answer is:  LOTS!  But we’re not talking about quid pro quo here.  If your first instinct was to set up a mental balance sheet and make sure all of YOUR thoughtful actions are being returned in EXACT PROPORTION to your outlay, you might as well give up now.  You don’t know shit about men, or relationships of any kind.

As our relationship progressed, I made sure that Mr. JudgyBitch knew I had a deep care taking instinct.  At the beginning of our relationship, we lived in student housing and went to a cafeteria every day.  In actual fact, I CAN cook.  I’m a terrific cook, but he didn’t know that until we had been married for over a year (we lived in China for our first year and ate out pretty much every meal).  What he DID know was that I cared about what he ate.  I cared if he was hungry.  I would not hesitate to trudge across campus in rainy, shitty weather to bring him a hot dinner.

And he loved me for it.  Sucks, doesn’t it?  Food, clean clothes, tidy room, sex and a shoulder to lean on.  Yep, it’s really that simple.

That’s how you compete with sluts.  Be a wife.  Be a woman.  Look at the man, and care about him deeply.  Don’t create a scorecard.  Don’t keep tally about who brought coffee to whom.  Let the balance swing in his favour dramatically.

What will you get in return?  Oh, just a husband.  A man who loves you completely.  Loyalty, protection, honesty, reliability, dependability.  A rock who will weather any storm for you.  Who lives for you.  As long as you live for him.

That’s how you defeat sluts.  Because at the end of the day, sluts are in it for themselves.  They don’t give a shit about any particular man, and will toss whatever man they DO manage to snare under the fucking bus the second they think something better has come along. To hell with the man, to hell with their children, to hell with everything but their own insatiable desires.  For something they will never have.

Love.  True love.  It’s a verb, ladies.  Show it.  Do the fucking laundry.

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Frank Johnson
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Women in their 20s have numerous opportunities to date the decent men they claim to want, but many reject or friendzone these men for jerks and promiscuity. She takes advantage of a man’s kindness for attention and favors, then accuses him of thinking he was entitled to sex just for being nice.

But when she’s in her 30s with depreciating looks, jerks who won’t commit, the likelihood of being a single mom, and the social pressure from her married friends, she asks “Where have all the good men gone?”[1][2] Funny how back when she was chasing the bad boys he was a “NiceGuy™” unworthy of dating, but now that she’s past her prime and needs a bailout he’s a “real man” who treats her with respect.

Furthermore, dating jerks and riding the carousel before settling down with a good man is deliberately planned by women,[1][2][3] and encouraged by feminists. Worse, many bring their baggage to the dating market but still demand high-value men as if they are the prize. Such women are totally unaware that the mature, financially stable men they now seek are the same decent men they rejected, except these men remember the rejection and are responding in kind to avoid unstable, unappreciative women who view them more as ATMs than romantic partners.

anam
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anam

The women in the comments below will have 1000 excuses to not hear this. This article is NOT about traditional ROLES. It clearly is about actually being in love versus being in a transaction. She will do the laundry for me and she also works a high paying job. At the same time I will do the laundry for her and I also have a high paying job. It has nothing to do with getting. Relationships (real ones) are where you go to GIVE.

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Louise Laurentian

My relationship is precisely the opposite of this. My man snagged me by taking me on amazing dates, fucking my brains out with his enormous d, cleaning my apartment, doing my laundry, fixing everything that breaks, carrying me to bed (because he loves doing that), and waking me up in the morning with a “Good morning beautiful, I made you coffee, how can I make your day better?” Oh and taking me for manicures. Sorry to break it to you, but his first wife was a stay at home mom who took care of everything around the house and everything practical in their lives and planned everything, but he was never happy, panicked when he realized he’d never been brave enough to go for what he wanted, and they got divorced. Then he met me, a nerdy, messy, pierced academic who rarely wears underwear not because she’s trying to be sexy, but because she hasn’t done her laundry in weeks and is way too busy reading cool shit and writing to give a shit. And he was smitten with my ability to translate epic poetry from four dead languages. And I’ve always loved Clint Eastwood, so I let him sweep me off my feet in about five minutes flat.

The fact of the matter is that a lot of men like him (handsome, hard working, strong, loyal farm boys) like quirky women who don’t give a shit about traditional roles–I just wasn’t raised to care about stupid shit and I don’t see why I should now. He comes from a conservative background so he wants to serve someone he finds “exotic” because he is so repressed. He wants to lear to cook for me. He never cooked for his ex. He wants to eat my pussy. She never let him. And he still knows how to be the man of the house while he is tending to me like I’m some perfect creation because he is strong and loyal and fucking sexy. The issue is that women who want everything tend to also want a man who is like them with respect to education and life goals and experiences, and there can’t be two selfish people in a relationship: someone needs to pick up the slack. More highly educated, ambitious women should marry farm boys. Or plumbers, or electricians, or sexy men who know how to fix things, which is just the sexiest thing ever. Or they could do as you suggest and split their attention from their work to do the laundry. But I sure as fuck won’t be doing that because I’d rather be alone with my books than clean up after someone (or ever date another academic). That’s the moral of my story.

Akasha
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Akasha

Oh but sluts do laundry too! They give up sex easily, make him a sandwich, and even give men money! They aren’t trying to be sluts they are actually trying to be wives, but they don’t understand that giving more to men than the effort men are giving to them reduces a man’s willingness to chase.

Moses
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Moses

Beautiful.

I dated quite a few “Sex in the City” types in the past. Thank goodness I finally came to my senses.

The woman I married is exactly like this. She cooks. She cleans. She takes care of me and our home. I once asked her jokingly “What do you get out of this?” She said earnestly “A husband who takes care of our family.” It’s a good deal for both of us.

I know how good I’ve got it, and I won’t do anything to screw this up.

Brigadon
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Brigadon

Have you ever noticed, in manga, that the first thing the ‘hot’ girls do for a cute, clueless guy they really like is make him a home cooked dinner and pack it in neat little boxes?
From that point on, attachment is basically a given.

Call it what you like… proof of willingness to submit, domesticity, whatever… the point is that you care enough to put his needs ahead of your own.

Men crave this. They crave the right and responsibility of putting someone else’s needs ahead of their own. Showing that you are willing to do the same cements affection faster than any other thing.

Samantha
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Samantha

I did things like this for ex and he didn’t really like it. He said he thought I was trying to mother him. He had a cleaner and he could afford to eat out so he didn’t want home cooked meals. The only thing he really wanted from me was for me to go out and earn a decent wage so I could contribute to the mortgage and bills. I left him.

happycrow
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happycrow

My wife’s Hungarian; they haven’t forgotten this. Offering “to do a man’s socks” is effectively a wedding proposal.

Jjj kid
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Jjj kid

I have read some of these and all of you men women their the same all they want any more is a fast fuck and done but you are right when all of them start to get older and their body starts to fall down and flabby ( women men ) and there all alone and wished they had someone to spend their time with, the worst feeling in a relation is can he/she be a trust worthy person if you met them like that 9 out 10 they are always be that way ( cheaters ) so we all take a big chance ( women men ) when we are in a relationship with each other I know it’s all about ME or ME that’s not going to work any way you get Two people that shares and thank US what makes life easy on each other not just one’ just like the clothes thing that bitch is self centered and had daddy issue she’s about her self not thinking that he’s working for her helping as much as he can to make a easy life for them both as in plenty, but this time and age is where all these little girls grow up with daddy issues and all they think about is being a slut because that’s what there mother was or daddy is’ sluts and whore chaser is what this world is about now look at the Internet all those little girls putting there selfs on there and men your no better they think their king but theirs always someone bigger, since all this is done now all this power in your hands! Ask your self is this really good for my kids if you give a damn about them you’ll say NO! So this right here what your reading what your logging on what your looking up Facebook MySpace all of the bullshit sites that this leads to? THINK ! Trouble for you and you other! Go back how it used to be take all this away. BELIEVE IN GOD AND THE LAWS FROM HIM ! And remember married what it stands for women MEN look it up in the Bible read it live it dream it be true to one another and the world is your and your dreams for both of you to enjoy each other and love like you would never know POWER OF THE WORD LOVE.

Na
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Na

Uhm ok, you can be a slave and there are men out there (attractive ones actually) who still want the woman who fleeces them of $ and would throw them under the bus if something better came along. what do you say about men like that?

Answer to Na
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Answer to Na

I would say they deserve each other. I would also say that sometimes a lesson has to be learned many times before the student understands the lesson.