Mary Lambert: Bottom of the Barrel Trash

To tie in with my last entry about self-improvement, I’m going to cover the topic of people who are not only avoiding self-improvement, but those who are intentionally back-pedalling away from it.

Meet Mary Lambert:

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This woman from Seattle has been getting quite a bit of attention mainly from overweight women, and it’s easy to see why. She’s extremely outspoken about her “flaws” and doesn’t apologize for them. She’s a poster child for the “This is who I am, and if you don’t like it then fuck you” movement.

Here’s one of her songs:

If you don’t watch the video, I’ll forgive you. It’s not worth watching, and the comments mainly consist of women touting the “you go girl” mantra, and the occasional white knight cooing her supporters (whom he will never seduce.)

However, I AM going to analyze the lyrics…

I’ve got bi-polar disorder
My shit’s not in order
I’m overweight
I’m always late
I’ve got too many things to say
I rock mom jeans, cat earrings
Extrapolate my feelings
My family is dysfunctional
But we have a good time killing each other

Whenever any of this stuff comes up when I’m dating a woman, I take it as a red flag. Throw all of this into one woman, and she’s disqualified from getting my attention and/or affection.

They tell us from the time we’re young
To hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves
Inside ourselves
I know I’m not the only one who spent so long attempting to be someone else
Well I’m over it

She’s completely missed the point here. What you learn (or should be learning) when you’re young is to be the best person you can be. I’ve personally spent a great deal of time becoming a better person all around; better personality, more confident, more independent, more financially stable, more physically in shape, and have spent a great amount of time successfully achieving my goals. I’m very proud of what I’ve accomplished over the years, and I think I have every right to be. Now, what kind of a woman should I get to compliment my life? A lazy fat chick who’s got a big mouth? Does that compliment my achievements? No.

There are times I’ve wondered if all my self-improvement has been worth it. I’ve put in the effort (and continue to do so) in becoming the best person I can be, but the women out there are busy becoming the worst they can be and are PROUD of their non-achievements. I’ve heard so many women ask “where are all the good men?” Here’s a news flash ladies: all the good men don’t want low quality women.

Let’s continue with the crappy song…

I can’t think straight, I’m so gay
Sometimes I cry a whole day
I care a lot, use an analog clock
And never know when to stop
And I’m passive, aggressive
I’m scared of the dark and the dentist
I love my butt and won’t shut up
And I never really grew up

She’s now thrown in the subject of homosexuality. I firmly believe that there are two types of homosexuals: the kind who are born gay, and the kind who choose to be gay. I can’t help but wonder if she’s gay by choice. If anything, she has no choice. No good man in his right mind would want to mate with her, and she isn’t going to want some low-life beta loser, so she’s stuck with other women whom have also been abandoned by men. Women are good at inflicting emotional fluctuation upon each other, so why not date them? (Incidently, this is why there are so many “bisexual” women in existence.)

The one thing she forgot to mention in this song is the giant permanent bruise on her arm. Holy fuck is that thing ever ugly!

If Mary Lambert (or any of her supporters) read this page, the first thing out of their mouths are going to be “Haterz gonna hate.” This has nothing to do with hating a person, it has to do with the things they stand for. Anything that goes against natural gender roles, natural attraction mechanisms, and natural human reproduction is dangerous to us as a species. Taking away attraction and sexual reproduction will leave our species with dying numbers. Everything Mary Lambert stands for encourages human extinction. Is this the kind of role model today’s women need? One that endangers the death of humankind?

I can use a total of three words to summarize Mary Lambert:

FAT GAY BITCH.

How is this appealing to anybody? I’ll tell you one thing for certain, it is NOT appealing to men like myself. Here are three words describing what a man wants:

Thin, Feminine, kind-hearted

For any men reading, just think about those three words. Think of a pretty woman and attach those words to her. Those three words conjure up a lot of good imagery. Those three words stimulate the imagination of men. Those three words encourage men to participate in human reproduction.

WOMEN… Quit embracing the “I’m a piece of shit and proud of it” attitude. Fix yourself up into someone that’s worth loving; someone that’s worth cherishing; someone that worth keeping.

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Gay Procreation

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I’m going to share an experience I had a couple of years ago. Before this experience, I didn’t give much of a thought to the concept of “gay families”. Since I had no clue how they functioned, I just figured the best thing was to let gay people do whatever the hell they wanted. However, there was a small irritation sitting in the back of my mind when it came to gay couples having children. That small irritation became an out-blown definitive stance on the subject. Here’s my story…

I have a female acquaintance who is the former best friend of an ex of mine. She ended up with a new man (let’s call him Jamie) who she met from an online dating site. The guy had a mohawk, tattoos, piercings, a goatee, but he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. The happy couple invited me over for a barbecue they were having at a friend’s house.

Jamie introduced me to his two daughters who were in attendance. One daughter was with her gay “partner” and had their one year old daughter with them. I do not know the sexual orientation of Jamie’s other daughter, but she was there with no companion.

I ended up chatting with Jamie because I genuinely wanted to get to know this guy a little better. While we were chatting, I had taken notice of how badly scarred his forearms were, and I couldn’t help but ask him what had happened. He told me he used to be very depressed, and did a lot of self-mutilation while previously married, but had since recovered. Okay, good on him for doing his own self-improvement. I respect that.

While we were waiting for food to cook, I missed something that happened in conversation at the table. Jamie ended up pulling his solitary daughter aside, and whispered something in her ear. She ended up screaming “THAT’S NOT FAIR!!!” and ran into the house crying hysterically. I couldn’t help but wonder what he whispered in his daughter’s ear that cause her to immediately burst into tears. To be honest, I wanted this piece of verbal gold, and would love to use this magical emotion-altering statement for my own seduction of women!

I soon found out what he said to his daughter. He eventually came right out and told me that he used to be a woman. He had completed nearly all the surgeries necessary to make him a full-blown man. At that moment, I was truly mind-fucked. I really had to hold back all the questions that came rushing through my head. How did he get facial hair? Does his penis function like a penis? Does he have any pictures of when he was a woman? Could I see them? I held all of that back. The situation at the picnic table had taken on a new light for me.

So what had he told his solitary daughter? “Please do not call me “Mom” in the presence of somebody who doesn’t yet know.” My idea to use a magical statement for stirring up strong emotions in the women who interested me went out the window and crashed into the garbage cans below. Dammit!

Immediately, I tried to place myself into the solitary daughter’s shoes. What the hell do you call this creature who used to be your mother? You can’t call her dad, because you already have a dad. You can’t call her mom because it might scare off the present company. I felt really bad for the poor girl. She’s in this fucked up space where the identity of her birth-giver has been altered. The person who was her ultimate definition of a “woman” is no longer a woman. There are no words to describe how tragic this would be for a daughter.

Now, let’s focus on the other daughter; the one with the partner and baby. They were having a discussion at the table on what they were going to have the granddaughter call her sexually-transformed grandparent. They were pretty convinced on using a word from a different language. I can’t remember what the word meant, nor do I care. All I could think was how fucked up this whole thing was, and how it messed up the entire concept of what a family is.

Over the next few days, I pondered over how crazy this whole situation was. Not only that, I started thinking about how this is NOT an isolated case. There are “family” situations like this all over North America. Then I started thinking about how this would play out if we didn’t have all the science and technology necessary to alter a person’s sex and the ability to impregnate women without a penis.

What would happen in the animal world? How would a gay lion be able to procreate? The obvious answer is that the lion wouldn’t. Nature would deem his genes defective and useless. The lion and his genes would die off. This is called “Natural Selection”. Defective genes are NOT useful and do not get passed down, for it could eventually render an entire species extinct.

So what the fuck are we doing? We’re impregnating gay women so they can pass their genes down to what will become their gay children. How do I know the children will be gay? Because if they don’t get the defective genes passed down which deem them gay, they will become gay solely from their environment’s influence. Even if they don’t turn out gay, their gender role will be royally fucked, deeming them as unattractive to the opposite sex. Gender roles are necessary for attraction to take place which eventually leads to reproduction. If we have no definitive gender roles, we will not feel the desire to procreate. If this happens, our species will eventually die out.

Now let me make myself clear… I have no problems with a person’s sexual orientation. It really doesn’t matter to me what someone does in the privacy of their bedroom. Do whatever turns your crank. I also have no problems with gay couples or even gay marriage (although my view of marriage itself is a separate topic for discussion). Everyone needs to feel wanted and loved, so I’m actually very pro-gay when it comes to gay couples. However, I am NOT in favour of gay reproduction. Nature has deemed you unreproductive for a reason; your specific genes cannot guarantee the survival of humankind.

The way I see it, scientists should be using the technology they’re using to impregnate gay women for impregnating straight women married to men who cannot reproduce. If they aren’t already, they should be screening out the crappy donors and keeping the highest quality donors with good genes. This will make up for all the blank-shooters with crappy genes, and give them good, genetically strong children.

Unfortunately, I’m just yapping on some internet blog who’s concerns for the future of humankind will go unnoticed. Society will continue to create gay babies which prevent the gay adults from getting their feelings hurt. That’s all it really is… Preventing people from being butt-hurt. You can’t have your own baby? Well, quit crying because you can jam this cup of sperm up your kooch!

Since we’re already allowing the genetically defective to procreate, let’s throw some other genetically defective people in the mix to make things interesting. The world is full of people who were both born mentally and physically disabled, so why should we deprive them of being parents? Sure, their diet consists of injecting meal supplements into a tube hanging out of their side, but that shouldn’t stop them from becoming parents! Let’s give them this wonderful privileged of having a “family”.

While we’re at it, let’s give pedophiles the ability to multiply as well. The world could use more parents who find young pre-pubescent boys sexually appealing. Remember, they’re people with feelings too!

Thankfully, I won’t be around to see where humankind is headed. I honestly don’t want to know what it’s going to look like after I die. Gender roles are being eliminated, and we’re intentionally tainting our species with defective genes. If we keep going down our current path, we should be extinct within the next 1000 years or so.

The Shelf Life of a Woman

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All women have a shelf-life. Here is a summary of the phases before, during, and after it, at least in terms of how date-able they are. This doesn’t necessarily apply if you’re in a LTR or married to the woman, although some aspects of it may show up in those situations.

Age 0-7
This is the infancy of a woman. They learn how to walk, talk, and most importantly, discover they have emotions! The groundwork of their personality is laid out here. If their father has walked out on them, this is when daddy issues will be deeply rooted. If they are sexually abused, this is where their sexual problems will be rooted. When these kinds of things happen in this age range, they will be 100% defective product during the rest of the phases. This defectiveness can also occur during the 8-12 range, but it may not be as apparent.

Age 8-12
This is the “crush” phase. Girls realize they have feelings, especially when it comes to cute boys. They develop crushes, believe in the fantasies they see in Disney movies, and become excited at the prospect of kissing boys. Some of the girls who become defective in this stage will begin kissing boys, and a few will have sex.

Age 13-16
The puberty phase. They start getting their periods, growing breasts, getting pubic hair, and begin experimenting with high school dating. Many lose their virginity in this phase. They will also get their hearts broken and go through extreme emotional fluctuation even though the cause may be insignificant. Some will become pregnant and be forced into early adulthood, speeding up their “maturity”.

Age 17-22
This is the “party” phase. It could also be coined as the “experimentation” phase. They start getting into drinking, drugs, staying out late, having huge groups of friends, and fvcking just for the sake of fun and experimentation. This is the point where a woman may develop deep-rooted addictions. Many will “grow out” of it. More become pregnant than the previous age range. A few may marry.

Age 23-27
This is “The Sweet Spot” or “Prime Shelf Time”, at least with regards to the women who manage to avoid defects, addiction, and pregnancy. This is when a woman is ripe for picking with regards to LTRs. She is most likely done with her party phase, not too jaded against men, still has her looks intact, and also doesn’t fully realize the countdown to her expiry with regards to child-bearing. Many will marry and become mothers in this phase. Some will also get divorced and/or become single parents.

Age 28-35
The “declining shelf-life” phase. Her appearance begins to degrade, her biological clock begins to tick louder, and she becomes more jaded towards men as her impending infertility approaches. Marriage, divorce, and pregnancy are still rampant in this phase.

Age 36-40
The “Last Chance” phase. Looks are rapidly declining or have already deteriorated, the biological clock has become unbearably loud, and many women in this phase will become extremely bitter about men. The women who focused on their career instead of finding a mate during all the other phases may be lower-mileage sexually, but will have high expectations when it comes to the men they date, even though their prime shelf life is pretty much over. Childless women will be desperate to fulfil their need to have a baby before the biological clock runs out. Many marriages end, divorce is high, and there are many single mothers in this range.

Age 41+
Expiry. Menopause begins to kick in. A few will manage to get pregnant, but will likely be single mothers for the next 15-20 years. Bitterness towards men will cause many women to become “born again virgins” for the rest of their lives. Many “cat ladies” evolve during expiry. Divorce continues, and many single mothers will continue to date but never commit to a man. Some may find a partner to share their lives with, but it will mostly be to avoid “dying alone”. When couples form during this “dying alone” scare, they begin to put up with all the defects of their partner and settle for “good enough”.