Women crave alpha DNA, but need men to raise their children, which often winds up being beta males. Because few men will willingly raise another man’s bastards, women benefit by maintaining that the bastards actually belong to the beta.

Think about that– a woman has lies and hypocrisy in her GENES.

Kick A Bitch wrote:THANK GOD for Roissy. I have learned so much from your postings. More men need the stench of betatude shoved under their noses. The world at large needs to rid itself of Betas. Bitches need to be put back in their place…

and that would be on their knees ready to worship the cock.

Here’s a guy who should either be living the high life in the city with his twelve-inch biceps and rugged good looks, or living a peaceful life of domestic bliss with a cute, local farmgirl. Instead, he’s broadcasting his Betatude for all the world to see, in a video so relentlessly cheezy that it would make John Hughes blush. This guy should be out conquering the world, surfing beaches, and banging hot chicks, not demonstrating his immense Betatude. Pathetic.

“You’re not holding it right. You want to pull it off? Figures. I feel sorry for your husband.”

Some laughing and shrieking would ensue

Cuckoldry is serious business because it is the female form of rape.

Fact: Babies look more like their fathers than their mothers. This is an evolutionary adaptation that ensures fathers will stick around to care for the infant

Happiness is constructed. It is the direct result of actions taken that further your genes’ goals of survival and reproduction.

Frequently pat her ass.
Compliment her beauty sparingly.
Tell her mom she’s a MILF.
Curse her in a foreign tongue.
Compare her to a chihuahua.
Call her Paris Hilton.
Buy a handgun and let her caress the barrel.
Reenact rape scenes from movies.
Get used to saying the words “Enough”, “Shut up”, and “Turn over.

After a makeout, say, “You just gave me a boney.”

Temporarily walk out of her life when she’s on the rag. Come back when the coast is clear.

Cum in her mouth and hold it closed until she swallows it. Also known as: Pair bonding.

Roissy wrote: I looked around the boulder and saw through the low branches of the trees a troop of girl scouts clambering down the hiking path, a few parents strolling lazily beside them. Forty feet separated the girl scouts from the penetrance of my manhood

Wickbam wrote:
I live in DC.  I'm personally acquainted with about four of five Roissys.  It's easy to see why there are so many.  DC is a city of ladder climbers.  Ambitious people come here.  And the women here are pretty tough.  They want to get some place.  They won't just roll over for you when you scratch their tummies.  In fact, I met Roissy himself in passing, although the encounter was pretty brief-the picture recollects the drawing he has and his name (it's his first name apparently) was pretty distinctive.  As I recollect it was at some house party and he stood around with a glass of whiskey.  I don't know what he was doing since I wasn't really paying attention.

I can only assumed he's been burned before, so sucks to be him I guess.

I'm guessing he's a defense contractor, a lot of those guys are master tools.

I looked around the boulder and saw through the low branches of the trees a troop of girl scouts clambering down the hiking path, a few parents strolling lazily beside them. Forty feet separated the girl scouts from the penetrance of my manhood.  In eight seconds I will be discovered by a passing policeman and arrested for public masturbation.  Four seconds now.  Three.  Two.  It is march 3, 2017 and I am on mars.  I tell Laurie that I already know that she's having an affair with Daniel, that she will tell me in two minutes.  I tell her that I understand that she still craves my genes, but needs a beta like Daniel to raise her children.  One of the secrets to a good relationship is to keep a fan in the bedroom, and to turn it on high anytime the woman is in the bathroom so that you can't hear her.  *Plop* *plop*. 

After you’ve shot your whey protein-boosted load across her chest, admire your handiwork for a bit, get up, grab a towel, and throw it in her face while saying “You’d better clean yourself off, babe.” This is catnip to chicks. I don’t know why. Just run with it.