2. Pursue them even though they reject them at every stage. If you are worthy in her mind you should keep pursuing even while she tells you to stop. If you are not worthy in her mind watch out
3. Impress them
4. Wine and dine them
5. Find what makes her happy and do it constantly because she will refuse to take any action for her own happiness
6. Be richer than all of her previous boyfriends
7. Satisfy her in bed better than all other men she has been with. She will give you not a single clue about what she wants or enjoys
8. Be her provider and cover all her wants needs and desires when she wants them and how she wants them no matter the cost
9. Protect her even if she puts you in harm’s way deliberately just to see how you perform
10. Act jealous but not too jealous. It must always be to her liking and she will flirt with others just to see how you react. Perform to her liking again
11. Do all the above or she will not see you again but she will still treat you like a wimp if you do everything she expects
Fuck all that
1. If you want me to protect you with my life then show me that you are worth my time and worth me dying over
2. If you want a King in your life then do not expect me to be your servant. Kings are obeyed and servants get stepped on
3. What can you do for me that I cannot do or pay for myself
4. Are you worth my time effort energy and resources or will you add to my workload. I like driving nice cars and high maintenance cars get left on the side of the road
In these times, women in the Western world are the unhappiest of all.
They scream empowerment while drowning in misery. They chant independence while blaming everyone else for their emptiness. They feel unfulfilled. They feel unaccomplished. And instead of taking responsibility for their lives they turn to the man they labeled as their personal “provider” and dump the blame on him.
The same man they chased. The same man they pressured into marriage. The same man they promised to love. Now he’s the scapegoat for their misery because he couldn’t fill the void they refuse to fix themselves.
Their dependency on impossible expectations is so deep that they lose all drive to build anything of their own. They want fulfillment handed to them like a luxury item. No effort. No growth. No sacrifice. Just demand after demand directed at the man they expect to fix their lives.
They place every want every need every fantasy and insecurity on that provider. If it’s not given instantly he is labeled inadequate. And instead of working for what they claim to want they’ll just search for another provider to leech off of. Wash rinse replace.
They sit back and strip themselves of every ounce of responsibility. They expect results without effort. Rewards without labor. Success without sacrifice. They demand outcomes they’ve never earned and play the victim when it doesn’t arrive at their feet.
I’ve heard it all.
“I’m not happy”.
That’s the death sentence women deliver to end marriages to destroy families to burn men alive in divorce court. The unspoken message is clear, “My provider didn’t deliver the happiness I expected him to provide”.
Not once does she say, “I didn’t put in the work.” Not once does she say, “I gave up.” No ownership. Just blame.
I would love to see truly independent women. Not the fake Instagram kind with their dad’s credit card and OnlyFans account. I mean truly independent.
Independent from me.
Independent from men.
Independent from the government.
Independent from their parents.
Independent from alimony.
Independent from welfare.
Show me a woman who doesn’t need a paycheck from an ex-husband or a government handout to function and I’ll finally call that equality.
Have you ever noticed when you ask a girl her name her first instinct is to say, “I have a boyfriend”?
That flips the script instantly. Now you are the one scrambling to explain yourself. Now you are on the defensive. Not a pretty sight.
Well, today I was talking to this female bartender when she hit me with the classic, “What sort of work do you do?”
I looked at her and said, “Sorry, I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”
The shock on her face was priceless. Suddenly she was the one backpedaling. She was the one trying to explain herself. She was the one scrambling to recover. It was a beautiful reversal.
You should try it yourself one day. Flip the script and watch the panic set in.
Women today demand on a level that has no precedent. Their wants, needs, and desires are so inflated they exist only in fantasy. It is not enough for a man to like them. It is not enough for him to love them. She wants a version of love so grand it has never existed in her life or anyone else’s. She wants her man obsessed with her, proving it every moment of every day under any condition. She will test him relentlessly. Her definition of unconditional love is this: “Love me even after I’ve kicked you in the balls.”
Explain to her that real love is forged over years, not found in some instant mix, and she will accuse you of trying to escape your “duty” to love her and pass all her tests. At that point she will placate you, keep you on the hook, and quietly scan the horizon for her next man to start the process over again.
She will pile on more demands for her “performing monkey” but never give direct instructions. She will only drop hints. The same woman who parrots the line “communication is key” will be the very one who sabotages it by speaking in riddles.
To her, you are just a resource, a temporary branch to cling to while she searches for the next one. Replacing you is effortless. All she needs to do is spin a one-sided sob story about your “abuse” and the new man will believe it without question. He will puff himself up as her savior while she revels in his blind protection.
When she finally finds a man who can decipher her unspoken demands and contort himself to meet them all, she will squeeze him dry just like the last. The only difference is he will think he’s special, until she decides he’s not.
I hate hearing a man raised by a single mother badmouth his father like he’s repeating scripture. He’ll spit venom about a man he barely knew, parroting every word his mother fed him without question. The bitterness sounds rehearsed because it is. He was trained to hate the man who wasn’t there, never told why he wasn’t there, never allowed to consider the full story.
What’s worse is that even after life hands him the same script, after his own child gets ripped from his arms by a bitter ex, after he’s alienated, lied about, and erased, he still doesn’t wake up. He still blames his own father, never realizing he’s now living the same nightmare that his father probably endured.
His baby’s mother runs off, poisons his child against him, and paints him as the villain, and he still can’t connect the dots. Still can’t see the generational hit job. Still can’t admit that maybe his father wasn’t the monster he was told about. Maybe his father was just the first casualty.
Doesn’t he see the pattern? Or is it easier to keep blaming the ghost than face the truth?
From time to time I see these stories about gold-digging whores who latch onto millionaires like parasites. She locks eyes on his bank account, wraps herself around his lifestyle, and to secure the bag for life, she pops out a kid. It’s the oldest trick in the book, baby first, money forever.
But the story takes a turn. The millionaire isn’t as dumb as she thought. He gets a DNA test. And boom, the kid isn’t his. The real father? A thug sitting in a prison cell. That’s when I laugh. Not because it’s funny for the child, who’s just collateral damage, but because the scheming leech gets exposed and the man walks away with his freedom. It’s tragic and satisfying at the same time.
If I were the one gold digging, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to gamble a millionaire’s fortune for some jailhouse lowlife. That’s not just reckless, it’s delusional. That’s like holding the winning Powerball ticket and deciding to hit the bar, get wasted, and lose it in a blackout. That level of stupidity deserves every ounce of failure that follows.
She wasn’t just greedy. She was careless. And she bet everything on a lie. The man who tested the truth dodged a bullet. The kid pays the price. And the woman? She’s just another exposed fraud who mistook manipulation for strategy and got burned.
Why is it that the same women who shout “women can do anything a man can” are also the ones who say the best business decision a woman can make is marrying the right man?
One woman told me that exact line, and I looked her dead in the eye and said, “Then why are you out with me? Go find yourself a Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, or Mark Zuckerberg.”
You mean to tell me that after 60 years of feminism, after all the noise about independence and breaking glass ceilings, women still believe they can’t earn enough to make a difference? After all the degrees, all the empowerment speeches, and all the hashtags, their ultimate plan is still to latch onto a man who already built something.
That’s not empowerment. That’s not independence. That’s just a new way of saying, “I need a man to take care of me,” while pretending it’s a strategic move. The mask slips when survival is on the line.
A woman will divorce the husband she once called perfect and separate him from his children in the hope of finding her Prince Charming, but a man will never destroy his family chasing the fantasy of landing a supermodel.
A woman will wreck her own home the moment she believes her status or income is greater than her husband’s, but when a man’s status or income rises above his wife’s, he shares the fruits of his success with his family.
Eighty percent of divorces are initiated by the woman, and the percentage is even higher with non-married couples.
Now imagine if the rules were reversed. If filing for divorce meant she had to pay alimony to him, surrender custody of the children to him, and pay him child support every month for the next 18 years.
That statistic would collapse overnight. Divorce filings by women would plummet because suddenly it would not be an escape to freedom, it would be a financial and emotional prison of her own making. The vast majority of women who now walk out at the first sign of discomfort would instead fight to keep the relationship together, not out of love, but to avoid the crushing cost of losing everything.
The truth is, divorce is easy for women because the system rewards it. Reverse the rewards, and you reverse the numbers.
To a woman, the definition of cheating is so damn broad it includes everything from a harmless conversation with a female coworker to a passing glance at another woman on the street. It doesn’t have to be real. It doesn’t have to be proven. All she needs is a feeling. If she can twist an innocent moment into a betrayal, it gives her the moral exit she’s looking for. She finds a reason to leave, and in her mind, her conscience is clean. Whether her accusations are fact or fiction, it doesn’t matter. The end goal is the same. If she calls it cheating, it becomes justification. And in a divorce court, that justification can translate into half of everything the man owns.
I look at the girls of today that they can’t keep their legs closed and they blame you that its your fault that you didn’t give them enough attention while you were working.
When a woman says, “I want a man who can keep up with me,” what she really means is that she plans to keep raising her self worth higher and higher, and that man is expected to exceed her at every stage, in ways no man realistically can. If she is masculine, she demands a man who is even more masculine than she is, yet feminine energy is drawn to masculine energy. That contradiction is exactly why she ends up attracting weak, feminine men, and then resenting them for it.
Vhen a woman says she wants someone to keep up with her, understand this, if her net worth increases, and it will, because you are paying for everything while she saves her money, she will leave you. The moment she believes she has outgrown you, she is gone.
When a woman wins the lottery, she will break up her family without hesitation, no matter how hard her children cry. When a man wins the lottery, he shares it with his family and builds something bigger. Men want their children to have a better life than they dia. Women do not want anyone around them who has a better life than they do, so they cut you down to restore their sense of control.
Like that line from the Pink Floyd song,”Mama’s gonna make all your nightmares come true,” that is not just a lyric, it is a warning.
A woman wants a man who is bigger, stronger, sharper, and faster than the rest. She wants the alpha, the Superman, the Samson, the strong man, she wants her fantasy, a man who can be all power, all confidence, all dominance, all the time. She wants what Delilah wanted from Samson, the man who can never be beaten, never be broken, and never show weakness. She is not looking for a partner, she is looking for a trophy, a man whose status reflects back on her so she can elevate herself in the eyes of other women. His value to her is not in who he is, but in how other women see her when she is with him.
She hunts where strong men gather. Basketball courts. Football fields. Bars near financial districts. She is looking for the man who owns the arena, not the man who blends into it. When she sees all the people admiring her target, she lets their admiration do her thinking for her. She does not analyze his worth herself, she borrows the crowd’s judgment and calls it her own. If other women want him, she wants him more, because being with him is proof she outranks them. Social proof becomes her compass because she cannot analyze effectively for herself.
She falls for the alpha image, the man every other woman wants. She loves the way he commands a room, the way men respect him, the way women gravitate toward him. But once she moves in, she sees what she never saw before, that the strength she admires requires rest, that even the strongest man takes off his armor at home. She sees the scars, the exhaustion, the human side he does not show in public, and with it she sees every flaw he has kept from the world. She never grew up with her father in the house, so she never learned that a man can be both strong and imperfect. She never saw the weaknesses of her father, so seeing them in a man unsettles her. The fantasy she built in her mind begins to collapse, and instead of facing the fact that she sold herself a lie, she blames him for “tricking” her into settling for less than the dream. She convinces herself he deceived her, that he hid this side until it was too late. In truth, she deceived herself. She hunted perfection, found humanity, and called it fraud.
And because she has been trained to respect only what looks flawless, she measures him against a false standard. All the people she admires, her bosses, teachers, professors, doctors, lawyers, talk show hosts, therapists, never show weakness. They hide it behind polish and control. That is the image she respects. So when her man shows humanity, she recoils. What should make her feel closer now feels like proof she made a mistake. The same truth that should bind them becomes the wedge that drives them apart.
Once she finds a flaw, she cannot let it go. She magnifies it until it consumes everything. His loyalty, his protection, his sacrifice, none of it matters. The flaw becomes who he is. That is when the hunt for another man begins. And as she hunts, she does not realize she is the one grinding him down. Every moment of nagging, disrespect, withdrawal, and sabotage chips away at the very strength she claims he has lost.
If she cannot cheat, she will sabotage. She will “accidentally” destroy what he values. She will pick fights to drain him. She will disagree just to provoke. She will humiliate him in public. She will side with his enemies in private. Like Delilah cutting Samson’s hair while he slept, she will wait for his guard to drop, strike at his strength, and leave him weaker. Every vulnerability he ever confided in trust becomes ammunition, stored away to be used in the next argument, the next public humiliation, or the next courtroom battle. If she cannot betray his body, she will break his spirit.
Then she demotes him. No longer the alpha. Now a placeholder. A living credit card. A temporary supplier until she “accidentally” meets the man she really wants. Her loyalty is not to him. It is to her own survival until a better offer appears. She has no loyalty to the build, no patience for the grind. A man will stand in the mud for years building a life brick by brick, but she only wants to stand on the finished stage, never in the dirt where the foundation is laid.
She does not think, “This is the man who shields me from the world.” She thinks, “This is not the man I thought I had.” Once that seed is planted, she treats his humanity as proof she settled for less. Like Delilah, she targets the source of his strength. Once she sees it can be pierced, she loses all respect.
Example: The businessman who crushes rivals, signs million dollar contracts without flinching, and silences a room. At home, he is in sweatpants making pancakes for his kids. To a loyal woman, that is strength with warmth. To her, it is weakness. “He has gone soft,” she thinks, while flirting with the guy at the gym who drives a leased sports car.
Example: The soldier who has faced death, pulled brothers from fire, and walked through hell breathing. At home, he limps from old wounds or wakes from nightmares. A loyal woman would guard him the way he guarded her freedom. She mocks him instead, talks to her “work friend” with no scars, and lets her eyes wander.
She does not want a man. She wants the illusion of one who never bleeds, never tires, never falters. The moment she sees his scars, she rewrites the story. Now she is the victim who “deserves more.” Her loyalty dies.
Betrayal begins the moment she stops respecting him for being human. Once respect is gone, her body and her loyalty follow her mind out the door. And just like Delilah calling for the Philistines to seize Samson, the modern woman summons her own army. She does not bring warriors with swords. She brings police with handcuffs, judges with pens, and lawyers with bills, all ready to take his freedom, his home, and his resources. The man she once claimed to love becomes the enemy she is determined to destroy.
And here is the hypocrisy. She demands unconditional acceptance for her flaws, moods, and failures, yet refuses to give him even basic grace. She expects him to love her despite her imperfections while using his as her excuse to leave. She wants a man to carry the full weight of being both her protector and her fantasy, but she will never carry the weight of reality.
Women say they want a strong, assertive man in their lives. Ask any woman what kind of man she prefers, a King or a servant, and she will always say she wants a King.
But when it comes to reality, she wants a servant. She wants a subservient, submissive man who jumps to serve her, pays for her needs, funds her wants, and fulfills her desires on her terms, when she decides, how she decides.
The “King” is just for show, the servant is what she actually demands.
I got a call from a woman in her mid forties who told me her son had died the day before. For a moment, I actually felt bad. I wondered if I could even handle the call on the psychic line I was working. She said her two sons had been arguing while working a roofing job. One of them fell off the roof and died.
I braced myself, thinking she was going to ask me to channel his spirit or something equally bizarre. I was wrong. Without a pause, without even letting the gravity of that statement hang in the air, she rolled right into the real reason for her call.
“I met this man a while ago,” she said, “and he has yet to ask me out. I see him regularly and we talk all the time. Does he love me? Will he ever get the nerve to ask me out?”
I sat there amazed. Her son had died yesterday and she was asking me about whether some man might ask her on a date. No tears. No grief. No second thought about her dead son.
I stopped the call. I told her I had forgotten to take my medication and was feeling ill. I hung up.
She called back thirty minutes later. Not a single mention of her son’s death. All she wanted to talk about was how to get this man to take her out.
We have sold ourselves way too short to women for far too long.
These are not the women of the 1950s, the ones who raised our kids, made our homes, and prepared our beds while we were out in the foxholes risking our necks for the family.
Those women made sure we came home to a clean house, folded laundry, and hot meals. They appreciated the sacrifice.
Today’s women want slaves.
They expect every want, need, and desire, real or imaginary, to be fulfilled on command. They won’t lift a finger to do anything loving for us.
We are expected to come home from work and cook them dinner. We’re expected to pay for $10,000 handbags, hire maids, and afford personal chefs.
They want new cars, designer furniture, and five star treatment every damn day. We’re told to provide happiness, attention, jewelry, and roses, all on a silver platter.
They demand nonstop compliments and endless validation. It’s more than any ten men could give one woman.
And if you don’t pamper the queen like a good little servant, she will abort your child or kidnap your kids and make you pay through the nose just for four supervised days a month.
And what exactly does she give back that’s worth all that?
It’s time to stop the worship and bring back the standard.
If you want to live under my protection and enjoy my provisions, then you need to prove your worth to me.
What can you offer a man willing to bleed for you, feed you, clothe you, and build your world?
After 25 years of marriage, she divorced him and had saved enough money to buy a house all in cash. He had to pay alimony because she made less than him.
There is “Our Money” and there is “My Money”. She lived off her provider.
We all know, as a fact, that a modern woman will end any relationship or file for divorce the moment she senses or imagines a serious loss of income. In other words, she will leave you the moment you lose your job. That is how much love she really has in her heart for you.
If that were not enough, you would think she would feel safer if your work brought a significant increase in income. But no, that is dead wrong. When she sees your earnings rise, she immediately assumes you will abandon her for a woman who demands a higher price than she ever did.
To keep her grip on you, she will actively sabotage any opportunity you have to improve your financial future. She wants to trap you in stagnation because your success threatens her control.
That is the brutal truth about modern women and money.
A modern woman has no interest in a traditional family structure, because that structure places her inside a shared hierarchy rather than above it. She wants control, and a life built on continuity feels restrictive to her. She does not want a permanent bond with one man. She does not want a life that moves forward in a straight line.
Family is not a feeling or a phase. Family is a long chain of responsibility, where a man and a woman commit, become husband and wife, become father and mother, and eventually become grandparents who remain present to help raise their grandchildren. They stand watch. They help. They guide. They protect. They help raise children who are stronger, more disciplined, and more capable than they were. That continuity is the point. That permanence is the burden. That is what she rejects.
She makes sure the father of her children is never fully present in their lives. Sometimes it happens through infidelity. Sometimes it happens through divorce. The method does not matter. The result does. She wants to be the ultimate authority. She would rather cycle through stepfathers than keep a real father in place, because a stepfather can be managed in ways a biological father cannot.
Modern women chase endless dates and endless men. Pursuit must be constant. Men must be replaceable. Each man exists to fund meals, entertainment, experiences, and ego reinforcement. When one man runs out of money, patience, or usefulness, he is discarded without reflection. Then comes the next. Then the next. Then the next.
Nothing is being built. Nothing is being secured. There is no future, only transactions. Lunch replaces legacy. Excitement replaces stability. The highest bidder wins the moment and loses tomorrow.
Families collapse under this mindset, because families require restraint, loyalty, and endurance. Fathers become optional. Mothers become gatekeepers of access, deciding who stays, who goes, and when the door slams shut. Fathers are removed as if they are defective parts. Replacements are installed, often pulled from other broken homes. The cycle continues, because destruction sustains itself.
Meanwhile, the husband and father she expelled pairs with another woman who expelled her husband. Two fractured households collide and call it a fresh start. Children are shuffled like baggage between addresses. Stepfathers, stepmothers, and divided loyalties replace permanence. No roots form, because roots require stillness, and stillness terrifies people addicted to choice.
This is not family building. This is musical chairs with human lives. It is short term gratification disguised as empowerment. The results are visible everywhere. Fewer intact families. More resentment. More instability. A generation raised without anchors, asking why nothing feels solid, why nothing lasts, and why trust feels impossible.
And at the end of it all, a woman will separate a father from his children without hesitation. She will justify it, rationalize it, and call it necessary. But ask her if she would ever want that done to her own son, and the answer is immediate and absolute, “No.” That contradiction exposes everything.
She can excuse the damage when she is the one inflicting it, hiding behind feelings, narratives, and self interest, but the moment the scenario touches her son, the illusion collapses. Suddenly she understands permanence, suddenly she understands loss, suddenly she understands injustice, and suddenly she knows a father is not disposable and children are not collateral. What she will never admit is this, the pain she refuses for her son is the exact pain she is willing to inflict on another man, and the standard only changes when the consequences become personal.
Men are not intimidated by women like you. That is just a euphemism women use to manipulate others and themselves into feeling superior to men. Men do not care about your success. You judge men based on the power you think you have over them. You believe you are superior to the men you out earn. But men do not leave because of your income, they walk away because of how you treat them. Then you pat yourself on the back and say men are intimidated by you.
What if child support was a fixed monthly payment, scaled by the age of the child, not by how much the father earns? What if both parents were required to live within 60 miles of each other, making it impossible for one parent to weaponize distance and alienation? What if both parents were legally bound to split health and education costs 50 50, no excuses?
Now ask yourself, why does a woman feel entitled to re sue a man for $35,000 more per month because he increased his own wealth? Since when did child support become a lifestyle upgrade for the mother? You do not need a millionaire’s salary to pay for Pilates lessons for a kid. That is greed, plain and simple.
What if false allegations of abuse, assault, or harassment were punished by the maximum prison sentence of the crime falsely accused? The court system would be a ghost town. Fabricated victimhood would evaporate overnight.
Do you think feminists will agree to this? Absolutely not. It removes their biggest weapon, the ability to profit from victim narratives, exploit family courts, and destroy men without consequences.
As for me, I support this idea 100 percent. Accountability is not misogyny. Fairness is not oppression. Equality means both sides bleed the same when they lie.
If and when a woman decides a man is “bad” enough to leave, she wastes no time replacing him. She does not sit and reflect on loyalty or commitment. Her focus is on securing the next provider, the next source of stability or advantage. The moment she writes off one man, she’s already scouting for the next. This swift replacement is normalized in her mind, not seen as betrayal, but as survival.
Women do not view this as cheating because their loyalty is conditional and transactional. The relationship is a contract based on what the man offers, money, status, security, not on emotional fidelity. When the benefits dry up or the man no longer meets her standards, the contract is void. Moving on without guilt is simply part of the game. Cheating, to her, is only relevant if it threatens her control or resources.
This mindset allows women to sidestep accountability. They frame their actions as necessary decisions for their well-being and future. The emotional damage or disruption caused to the man left behind is minimized or ignored. She is entitled to upgrade, to improve her circumstances, and to do so without remorse or apology.
For men, this brutal reality means understanding that women’s loyalty is never guaranteed. It is a currency they trade based on what serves them best. Recognizing this helps men avoid illusions of permanence and prepares them to protect their interests rather than chase false promises.
