Weakly Stupendous Imp Queen

These are just some of my reflections on the nature of existing.

Life is defined primarily by suffering. Maybe we’re hungry or thirsty or tired or we’re having our period or otherwise have to go to the bathroom or maybe we’re bored or we’ve stubbed our toe or we’re sick or achy or injured or we’re dealing with emotional neglect or humiliation or we’ve looked in the mirror and begun to feel insecure or any number of other things, but between them all, we are experiencing some form of pain or discomfort most of the time. Happiness is the exception to the rule and is typically itself only won through suffering. Depressed people know the importance of challenging one’s self and overcoming challenges to your sense of self-worth. You boost your morale by learning you can endure more suffering than you thought. Reproduction is the same: you bring more life into the world through agonizing pain and abuse of your body. Even death, the way out, requires more suffering, be it your own or the imposition of the pain of loss on those loved ones who may miss your presence in their lives.

Since suffering defines life, it begs the question: what is the purpose of suffering? To keep you alive. Alive so you can endure more suffering. Thus you suffer to live and live to suffer.

But many people claim to be contented with their lives, you say? That is because they are masochists, I say. Happy moments carry disproportionate weight – enough to get many people through – only because of their scarcity. Like being breadcrumbed, we learn to subsist on little moments of joy that usually stem from pain, be it our own or someone else’s. I get much of my own by laughing at people I hate: both others and myself.

What about the comfort, security, and joy that comes from relationships, you ask? It’s a fair enough point. Yet so many of our closest relationships are in reality a product of trauma bonding. (You know, the “We went through this together, so now we’re friends!” mindset.) I’m of the view that this describes our entire relationship with men and children, for example. Trauma bonding is essential to the continuation of life on Earth. People are bonded, in other words, by suffering. Without suffering to share with one-another in the first place, we would not be bonded and most human relationships would not exist. In fact, we would go out of existence as a species.

Expanding out more broadly, the entire existence of our universe is literally an accident; a byproduct of asymmetry. In a perfect universe, life could not exist. Thus the notion of any perfect deity creating us is a joke.

Much of what keeps us alive is the fear of what death means; not truly comprehending the concept of going out of existence. Fear of the unknown. Our lives are spent managing this existential terror. Most manage it through denial; choosing, on no basis whatsoever, to reject the idea that death is permanent because accepting the truth makes life unbearably stressful. But it is. It is the end of life.

As for us here, feminism is really just a way in which we cope with our physical inferiority to the male sex in key ways that keep us subordinated to them. We tell ourselves that it doesn’t matter that men tend to be taller, faster, and stronger than we are and have actively taught us NOT to develop basic survival skills, yet even our female empowerment fantasies often revolve around imagining ourselves with magical powers that don’t exist. Guns are the great equalizers in physical power, but women (feminists especially) want to do away with them. Men often brazenly proclaim that anything we win, any right that we win in society, persists only so long as men choose to let it and they’re right.

As the respective sayings go, ignorance may be bliss but knowledge is power and I choose the latter over the former. I may not be happy, but the reason I’m not happy is because I don’t enjoy suffering; because I am not a masochist. I choose not to get that used to it. That is the power that I have. It’s not much, but it’s what I have.

The single best thing we can do for the female sex, and also just for the sake of minimizing suffering in the world, is to avoid reproducing. One of the simple joys that I get out of life is hearing moids and their apologists tell me I must work with men toward “gender equality” because we need them around to make more humans, including more girls, thinking they have played the ultimate trump card and I must now concede…and then watching their reactions when I tell them I want our species to go extinct. They lose their entire minds. 😆 Unfathomable is it to them that anyone would go there. They have lost their leverage over my mind and will. From this pain of theirs I extract a vengeful moment of joy for myself. It’s what I’ve got.

This study largely validates the theory of the case that femcels describe when it comes to the cultural power of lookism and pretty privilege on women’s lives and destroys the rival theory of male incels that lookism primarily affects them. These findings make it extremely clear that lookism impacts the lives of women, NOT moids, and thus the suffering of male incels is, in fact, more or less entirely owed to their sparkling personalities and behaviors, NOT their outward appearance like they disingenuously claim.

The fact is that millenia of male sexual selection (moids largely controlling who fucks who and thus gets to reproduce what sets of genes) has rendered the average woman attractive to her average male counterpart, but not vice versa: most moids are on the ugly side to most women, so women learn to develop comparatively low standards when it comes to the physical attractiveness of their partners. Under male sexual selection, the female sex is not only held to higher standards of beauty, but also more or less her entire social worth is determined by her outward appearance.

Just felt like offering a handy guide to the world of notional pilling for women that exists online. Here are some meanings.

The Blue Pill: This is universally understood to mean acceptance of the current liberal order of things.

The Red Pill For Women: This concept exists in the Korean women’s movement. Megalians and Womad women there practice the fine art of mirroring, flipping the meanings of all kinds of misogynistic lingo on their heads in order to affect the culture. For example, these women use the term “masculine” to describe fragility and vanity and “feminine” to describe strength and intelligence. Similarly, whereas normal online “red pilling” means belief that the world is currently gynocentric and that this goes against the natural order of things, Korean revolutionary women use the term to mean a recognition that women are biologically superior to men. They will likewise often refer to the patriarchy as the Matrix or even “the Dicktrix” (😅), further appropriating MRA lingo toward women’s advancement.

The Pink Pill: Male incels refer to their ideology as being black pilled. To differentiate themselves, their female counterparts, known as femcels, generally describe themselves as pink pilled. The core ideas underlying this concept are that 1) a woman’s social worth and romantic success are almost entirely tied to physical beauty, and 2) beauty is an objective, measurable form of social power, not a subjective thing like radical feminists typically argue. Femcel communities often pass on feminist politics and instead embrace an individualistic, survivalist ethos of navigating the patriarchy by relentlessly maximizing their personal beauty through extreme measures like cosmetic surgeries (a practice commonly known as looksmaxxing) and often support dark triad type practices like gold-digging, infidelity, and so on. Basically the prevailing ethos is inspired by the sociopathic villain character from a favorite work of fiction: Gone Girl. Although there are conversely some radfem type femcels who decide their inability to find a loving partner is actually a good thing.

The Black Pill For Women: This is basically where I am. The female black pill refers to the pessimistic assessment that male misogyny, sadism, aggressiveness, and the need to subjugate and control women are caused by male biology and that female submissiveness is caused by female biology. As such, there is no way out of patriarchy. All black pilled women are female separatists by definition and practice childfree living to minimize their suffering and degree of male control over their lives. It represents a survivalist ethos of a very different kind than what femcels typically embrace. Misanthropy is the rule, out of resentment that most women cannot overcome their sexual impulses or become vicious enough to win a war against men.

The White Pill: This is online lingo for revolutionary optimism. For example, futurists could possibly be considered white pilled, as could the kind of strictly classical Marxism that’s embraced by the International Communist Current (which contends that a communist future for humanity is not merely possible, but scientifically / historically inevitable).

The Bread Pill: A reference to anarcho-communist thinker Peter Kropotkin’s 1892 book The Conquest of Bread, this is essentially a catch-all term for online far left political beliefs. It’s basically a notional pill for the woke crowd. For example, the corresponding sphere of influence on YouTube is known as “BreadTube”.

The Lain Pill: People who love Lain, recognizing her divinity. It’s a goofy term coined by fans of the 1998 sci-fi anime Serial Experiments Lain to describe the show’s techno-dystopian existentialism, defined by a dissociative desire to transcend the physical world in favor of a totally digital existence. Think expressions like “lain-pilled schizoposting”. The Lacey Games alternate reality game (ARG) is a good example of Lain Pilled play. This pill is arguably best taken with at least one other here for the optimal effect.

Just felt like sharing this now-classic Womad post dispensing with this bullshit notion that misogyny is primarily learned. Summary: It's tough to explain the commonality of male violence among young boys and male animals as simply a byproduct of the cosmetics aisle, porn, and religion, is it not? It's clearly biological.

Happy belated May Day!! Here is a book review summarizing the private life of Karl Marx to commemorate the occasion. Spoiler: Who better to theorize about the nature of parasitism than a parasite?

This is my first post here, so figuring things out.

Anyway, have you ever wondered why human beings (especially men) have such large brains? Or why pregnancy is so especially challenging and risky for girls and women even in comparison to most other animals? The answer lies in the competitive nature of male genes!

The war between mother and baby for oxygen and nutrients that goes on in the womb is the subject of the fascinating yet horrifying article by evolutionary biologist Suzanne Sadedin linked above. Found it years ago on an old favorite blog of mine called No More Paper Towels. (The blog’s tag line is: “The Patriarchy is a goddamn mess, and I’m not cleaning it up.”) It reshaped my perspective on the nature of pregnancy and I think it just might do the same for yours, so wanted to share.