Bitches Heart Wimps

As a woman ages, her looks head out. Such is a truism for the males too. Let us say that one’s looks decline at 5%/year. In order to correct the deficit, one’s personality must improve at 5%/year. This includes me!
Yet in the real world, this is not the case. In middle age, as ones youthful beauty crumbles amid the dust, the personality, instead of rising to meet the challenge, heads into the mud puddle itself.
This is not workable. Growing up, we knew that the homeliest girls had the best personalities. The better looking the girl, in many cases the nastier they got. Why? The beautiful young thing can afford to be a Hellaciouis bitch. Silly young men will fall all over themselves to compete for the raging ice queens, personality be damned. There is impunity; there is no downside to being a female piranha swimming in the swan song of youth.
So we come to middle aged women. I notice something. After 45 or so, many single women just get more and more unpleasant. Before 45, they are pretty nice. Young women are quite nice. Why? They are happy. No woman is happier than a young woman. Sure they blow up and spout like volcanoes from time to time, but that’s only if you have sex with them, and then it’s sort of worth it. Most of the time, young women are pleasant, sweet and kind. Most of all, they are happy.
Aging is not kind to anyone’s psyche. I am told that men get nastier too as we age. This is sad. We lose our looks and kill our personality too. A double edged sword to the heart.
One wonders why middle aged guys should bother with a lot of these older ladies, huh? Give us a reason, one reason?
In general, the looks are heading out, this is normal as the tides. Yet the personality must recompense; instead, it often resembles a pit bull. Are there are redeeming features to such a woman? Truthfully, there are none. Such a walking defect has no redeeming value whatsoever. There is nothing of value, zero. No looks + no personality =  zero zero zero.
Many such women take pride in breaking balls and being bitches, yet they go psycho when anyone has the guts to point this out. It must be kept secret!
In my mother’s generation, God bless her soul, to be a bitch was to be evil. My mother hates bitchy women and prides herself on being a real woman. She will never undermine a man, and she never attacked my Dad’s masculinity – she told me in her own words she would never do such a thing. To her generation, this is beyond the pale. Let’s hear it for the Greatest Generation.
The woman is middle aged, her looks are headed out, she needs a personality instead. Yet in many cases, all we have is a female rattlesnake, not attractive to any real man. Only a wimp will go for such a Godzilla Woman. You ever see this? The women who “loves to be the bitch ha ha ha”, “I am a strong woman, bla bla bla bla,” who wants her? No one. No one. Not one man in his right mind will touch such a beast.
I will not touch such a creature with a 10 foot pole, an 11 foot extension and a Hazmat suit. If I see one come my way, I will break all 100 yard dash records ever made running away, with my tail beneath my legs.
All real men are terrified of these Hellish beings. So, such a woman…she goes for the wimp! You see this? The bitch loves the wimp. She seeks him out. The bitchier the woman, the more she deliberately seeks the wimpiest and sissiest of men. Why? Who knows, this is her illness.
The result is catastrophe, because no woman is happy as a bitch, and all women really want to be feminine and ladylike. The wimp is wretched; she destroys him as a casual hobby, and if you look closely, the wimpier the man, the more wretched and miserable he is.
So, we want to know, why does this Monster Woman chase the wimp? She has no choice. No real man will touch such a beast. All real men will fight such a genetic defect, to the death if necessary. They run from them, or if cornered, stand their ground and fight this female grizzly to the bloody end. If a real man goes with her, he will soon leave.
Otherwise, he will kill her.
Why? He has to.
She cannot get a real man, so she needs the wimp, and together they are wretched.
Feminism made Wormboy, and she’s been stomping her foot ever since.

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3 thoughts on “Bitches Heart Wimps”

  1. You are so right. I’m married to a 60 year old bitch. If I can get the money I will divorce her and marry a younger woman. Not only are they better looking their attitudes are real sweet.

  2. Sir, I am so sorry for your predicament. Pls stand your grand against this monster and do not shy away from her. Especially do not let her destroy your sense of yourself as a man. I get the sense I am talking to a real man here, not a wimp.
    If you can get a younger woman, do so. Or, Hell, just be alone.
    I am trying to get men interested in the Masculinist Movement – it’s a male counterpart to feminism.

  3. I’m female, and I agree with you. For some completely unknown reason, most women think “equality” means “the woman is the boss”. It doesn’t. It means that she lives her life, he lives his, they are each “the boss” of their own seperate concerns, and for joint concerns they collaborate to reach a rational consensus view that is palatable to both. Most women these days absolutely disgust me… they have absolutely no understanding of what it means to be an adult and no desire to learn. Not only that, but they do their absolute best to destroy every virtue or strength that makes people better than the dirt upon which they walk, in everyone they encounter. Responsibility. Self-sufficiency. Confidence. Character. Bold initiative. Independent thinking. Drive. Passion, sexual and otherwise. Ambition. Honesty. Loyalty. Respect. They are capable of none of these, and seeing these virtues in others sets up such an overwhelming hatred and envy that they simply MUST lash out to destroy it.
    Don’t bother with Boomer women. The overwhelming majority of them are POISON, and even their daughters (Gen X women) will readily admit as much.

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