Do you guys honestly expect a full-on generic american chick to be able to explain what constitutes "good provisioning"? Much less expect her to admit that only the top 1% of society could actually tick the boxes off her shopping list?
Her name invokes an image of a gal with a white dress on that has a black barcode and the black stencil lettering across the front reads: "good woman". But, when you look on the back, the ingredients lists: drama, lies, manipulation, delusion, greed, entitlement and materialism.
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That can't be good for a guy.
I mean, come on. Expecting a princess, who conceals her age, to explain why a man that gives her dollars is so important, despite her having a job and dollars of her own? Expecting a princess to understand that it's
just not possible for her, and the hundreds-of-thousands of delusional women just like her, to meet the
same perfect man?
Consider the "needle in the haystack" idea.
For men, all the silver spray-painted pieces of hay represent women that are princesses looking for their prince charming: that silver spray-painted hay doesn't want anything to do with simply a "good man", much less want to ƒuck the guy. The men have to sift through all those fake, delusional women to find that one bona fide "needle" that actually recognizes them as a a person and not a financial institution.
On the other hand, women's "haystacks" consist of a pile of dudes who they can ƒuck, with a rumor that one rich dude is somewhere in the pile. He might be an asshøle, he might be abusive, he might have herpes, but he's the magic one, sight unseen, and he's in that pile
somewhere. Imagine all the men in the country in a haystack. In that pile, 1% are "needles". Every woman in the country is sifting through that haystack. There is a physical limitation to how many "needles" can be pulled out of that stack by other women. Yet, somehow, women believe that there is one magical needle in the pile that is
just for them. It's their right as a princess to have their very own 6'4" tall, dark, handsome, doctor/lawyer/accountant needle, after all.
The difference being that women search for a perfect myth, despite thousands of decent options, whereas men just want one
truly good option out of the thousands of "perfect myths".
The men that check out of society take a look at the pile of hay...
"You're telling me there's a needle in there somewhere? It looks like a bunch of silver spray-painted grass. Leave me alone: I'm 'batin'."
Have enough silver paint come off on your hands and you'd be disillusioned, too.
The bait-and-switch is so prevalent that ED has become an issue. We need pills that trick a man's body into being aroused. THAT's how lousy women have become: the opposite of arousing to such an extent that we need a pill to achieve what women should be achieving naturally. Honestly, princesses, how does it feel to be so d¡ck-limpening that drug companies have picked up on the need and are capitalizing on it? By the way, is it any wonder that Viagra is a blue pill?
The best consumer is the single woman. Marketing and media have studied this, and it's in their best interest to perpetuate women staying single so they continue to sell more products. Most guys feel helpless against the goliath that is the pop-culture forming media. So, they pick their battles: at least the make-believe ones on their game consoles are "win-able".
