From here, Deti wrote
Remember what i said a couple of posts ago about women and marriage? In the Feminine Social Matrix, women who have ever been married, even if they’re divorced, are still above never-married women. Women want commitment from a man, any man, because then they can show the sisterhood that they were able to get a man to commit to them. Because a woman’s ability to get a man to commit to her demonstrates her value to other women. It says
I was able to get a man to commit to me, in public, everything he is and has and will ever have. Yes, yes, that commitment ended in divorce. I divorced him. I didn’t want to stay married to him. But, hey – I got married. At least I was married. At least i was able to get someone, anyone, to commit to me. That makes me better, more valuable, and higher status, than all the women who haven’t been married or who couldn’t get a man to marry them. Because, well, if you couldn’t get a man to marry you, something is really wrong with you. And whatever is wrong with you, is not wrong with me.”
Women crave marriage and commitment. Absolutely HAVE to have it. Absolutely MUST have it, must get it, must get it from someone, anyone.
Obviously I am not a female, so I have never experienced their reality. But as a casual sports fan, I am wondering what the typical young woman’s game plan is with respect to this. Based on Deti’s assertion, getting married is equivalent to winning the game. How do they plan to do it?
Boys learning competitive sports are taught to give your best all of the time. There is no, goof around until the fourth quarter, then turn it up message. If you want to be on the winning team, focussing on what you need to do is key.
These lessons seem lost on hordes of young women. Perhaps it is because they don’t play team sports. Though, they are competitive, especially for status and the like.
They have their youth and appearance. Apparently this is considered to be enough to obtain the win, even in the fourth quarter. No practicing, no development of skills, just pull it all out at the end. How about it fellas? Is this a good game plan?
How is it possible that anybody might consider this to be a good game plan? Sometimes I wonder how women survive without men, their preparation, their drive, their planning.
Addendum by Deti,
Well, we know what women’s game plan is.
Date hot guys and have lots of hot sexy sex with hot sexy men, in the hopes that one might like her enough, and stay with her long enough, so she can finagle a commitment out of him.
When that doesn’t work (as it doesn’t 95% of the time), have hot sexy sex with hot sexy men until the Epiphany Phase kicks in. Because having hot sexy sex with hot sexy men is better than spending that time looking for a husband. So, at Epiphany, she starts lowering her standards and searching for a less attractive man to play the role of husband.
To do this she has to put on the appearance of worth and value. So she instinctively holds back her sexuality from these less attractive men. It’s fine with her because she doesn’t really want to sleep with these men anyway.
She is, however, willing to sleep with these men eventually, because she knows she will have to in order to lock it down. So she goes on “dates” and refuses sex and physical contact, because she is putting forth the appearance of value. She has to do this. She has to tantalize the less attractive men with her sexuality.
And for these less attractive men, they’re more than willing to wait – this is the hottest piece of ass he’s ever gotten to even stand next to, much less have the privilege of paying for her drinks and meal and spending a couple of hours watching her consume 4 glasses of wine and play with her phone.
So, she selects one, and finally decides to give up the kitty. But it’s missionary starfish only, and after he busts into a condom she immediately leaps up to make sure none of that inferior sperm leaked into her. But he’s fine with it.
And eventually, this “less than” guy is the one she picks.
That’s the plan. It’s played out millions of times.
The other part of the plan, of course, is shaming. Any man who dares to express a desire to know his betrothed’s N is a jerk, a sexist, a throwback, and probably a small dicked loser who can’t get laid. Men are not allowed to know their wives’ N. Men are not allowed even to ask about their wives’ Ns. Men are to shut up, get their checkbooks out, get their wallets out, and start paying for the privilege of buying their sluts cars, houses, furniture, and major appliances.
Shut up and pay. Shut up and do as you’re told. Shut up and don’t ask questions. Yours is not to question why, yours is but to do or die. When I say “jump”, you say “how high?” You’re damn lucky this sweet paragon of virtue and light even deigns to breathe the same air as you, beta bitchboi. So Shut. Up. And. Pay.
Yes, they do view it as a good game plan. They honestly think there will be plenty of good men, attractive men, just waiting around to offer rings and wedding dates to them when they’re done with the carousel at 30, 32, 36, whenever. They really do think that they’ll get great men to marry them. (Ask Kate Bolick how that worked out.)
Of course, they don’t realize until it’s too late, until they get to the end of the line, and the only men still around are those the attractive women passed over. The lower value men. The less attractive men. The weirdos, the dorks, the socially awkward, the pudgy. These are the men they wouldn’t have given the time of day to when they were 22 or 23. But these guys are all that’s left. So they have to put on the appearance of value, and when it comes time to give up the poon, they hold their noses and let the slightly spergy accountant jackhammer away while she lies back and fantasizes about the bad boys she couldn’t lock down.