To the woman, there exist two types of men

The woman

To the woman, there exist two types of men: the lover and the confidant, the entertainer and the provider. The woman desires the most entertainment from the men whom she covets, with the fewest judgements from and responsibilities towards mostly every person from whom she cannot be satisfied, unless she has some fantasies about them: the impotent, the ugly, the destitute, the weak, the virgin. The woman seeks the ideal stability of a few relationships, more or less explicitly open, as well as the excitation of all the fun and drama by expected to be offered by superior men. In one word, the woman seeks the men providing her with the playgrounds which are the largest and safest for her to enjoy her histrionic nature.

In being turned towards pleasures, the female fantasized about the life of men which would have been nothing but about pleasures, without any hardship, or at least more enjoyable than her “enslaved” life. The female has never been “liberated”, since she was never been caged concerning her love life, even though, for millennia, knowing intuitively how she behaves without supervision, the men expected her to control herself a minimum. Her supposed novel “liberation” was nothing but a response, quite expected knowing the woman, from the contrived prudishness of the previous generation — well, not the generation of the aristocrats, for those have always been liberated for decades, if not centuries. After having for decades demanded from the society various perks, the woman market becomes, to those who can access it, instantly wider as well as more liquid. The questions become thus “why to enter this market?”, “how to enter this market?”.

The woman constantly follows her desires, especially those leading her, she expects, to many refined pleasures; thereby, the men whom she appreciate can push the limits of behaviour towards her, whereas the lesser men, the poor, the ugly, the impotent must follow rigorously what is socially expected from them in each encounter with every female; in general, those men must not interact at all, at risk of being pegged as a pervert and accused, more or less explicitly, of assault, even before they have done anything. Even the men whom she does not despise beforehand, but failing somehow to please her can be shamed, sometimes publicly, about their virility.

Her quest being to “feel the most alive”, as the industry of leisure sells it, her orgasms being such a epileptic seizure, her little brain sparkling such as a firework, offering thus the highest hedonistic yield, it is no wonder that the female thinks sexually, wants sexually, does sexually, is sexually. This strange little creature knows thus without a doubt why she is on earth, what her nature is; she wants to grasp her existence by the reaction of the reality onto herself, to feel alive, to “live her emotions” without serious danger, nor risk, nor effort. We see thereby that two types of woman exist: the one already feeling empowered in assuming her hedonism; the other one dreaming all day long about it, dreaming to be liberated by a man without any negative judgement, to be, more or less secretly, a frivolous little minx, if only in dilettante. This second kind of woman is submissive in appearance; she is passive, fantasizing about waiting for at least one man who would reach her true self, for a few to the extend that he would irremediably unlock her, through what she would felt as a rapture.

The woman lacks of reflexivity bringing a lack of equanimity as well as a lack of efficiency about her behaviour; she is a pure actor in the world, she cannot pause, she cannot take time to stop herself in order to reflect on what she thinks, what she says, what she does. Sometimes, a sudden reflexivity comes by pregnancy, when not aborted, which remains caused by her eternal ignorance, her incapability of introspection beforehand and too often, the woman is at sea when strikes this minute observation on her existence which leads her to not be able to inquire further: to reflect on her reflections, discourses, actions, to put forth always more space between what she feels and what she believes is her self. In being so close to what she desires and feels, the woman naturally believes that what she does is sound, coherent with her “finding herself”, “finding love”, that she is not ego maniac, or even that it is altruistic, that she searches for her happiness just as much as she wishes others to be happy: if she feels good, it can only means that others doing what she does feel just as good.

Naturally, all hedonistic that she is, sooner or later, the woman faces the difficulty that is the lassitude, a difficulty undermined for a moment thanks to the easiness of obtaining a diversity of entertainment from the herd of most men. By her lack of reflexivity, the female however remains in the hedonist pendulum: she swings from sheer satisfaction towards a sadness, only to swing back, once a new man in sight, towards a pleasure more or less already lived, but different enough to be worth living.

Many men claim that, contrary to the men, the female is the least rational creature, whereas the men would be the least emotional. In reality, the exact converse holds. The woman perfectly knows what she wants; her hedonist stance is the more logical for, after all, everybody loves their pleasures just as they show aversion towards their pains; however, she fails to notice that her hedonism remains inefficient, by its fruits hardly permanent, due to her lack of reflexivity. It is not rare that, all exhausted by a few decades of histrionism, of hedonism, a new life begins as the older female calms herself and discover a mild state of ataraxia, thereby believing once more to have reached a new “liberation”. Most men remain, on the other hand, completely emotional, towards their existence in general, towards the woman in particular.

Does a female love a man as a man loves a female? No; the female does not love the man; at best, the woman loves to be loved as well as adores to love to be loved. Most of the men love a woman such as most of the females loving their children, up to, for too many men, talking to the female in puerile manner in public; whereby most of the men completely failing to understand that a man must take a female with detachment, such as an owner loving his dog, such as the scientific towards his experimental subject.

The nature of the woman leads to a masculine discrimination of men with respect to their behaviours towards the female. The most common kind of men is naturally the beta, in other words, the men devoted to the female, the men seeking, from the female, some “meanings to their lives”, some faint relevance, validation of their existence. Since the female themselves seek the men from whom she expects the most pleasures as well as the least displeasures, the first kind of men divides into three sub-kinds: the first sub-kind is the man who attempts to proudly content the female foremost via the flesh, in betting on his appearance as well as his performance, for, irrespective of her beauty or age, the woman is explicitly no longer in the habit to compromise on her desire of sex; the second sub-kind is the man who attempts to satisfy the woman foremost via the mundane amusements, in betting on his finances, typically in offering her various activities; the third sub-kind is the man who tries to provide the woman with comfort, either material or emotional — the famous emotional tampon. These are three sub-kinds of the beta man; each one of these men offers his services to the woman and wait for her to accept him or reject him; all of these men take a passive stance and completely depend on the woman each day of their lives. The three sub-kinds of betas are disposable by their nature and by their number in the world: the betas are a cheap commodity which is not scarce at all. The female creates also a punishment for those betas who fail her, an humiliation on the virility of the men at her disposition, for instance, in disclosing the performance of her other lovers, former or present, in order to keep them interested, to strengthen their dependence: they might have not met the standards expected by the woman, nonetheless she still refuses that they leave her sphere of influence. She can prevent those men depending on her to depart towards other truths in ridiculing them about what she makes them believe is their essence, the essence to seek a relevance of their existence through her desires. No wonder why she dares to demand and generally obtains a faithfulness from most of her lovers.

Once ended her various love stories, until she finds new ones, the good little boyfriends-husbands-fathers must be dedicated in providing a safe net for her, in listening to her life at diner, in sharing, day after day, the chores, the bills, the rents, the care of the children and, of course, her states of hysteria, more or less pronounced. The playground provided must be the largest possible; the best boyfriends sanctify her, up to the point to, for instance, not even dare to touch her purse nor to manipulate her telephone. In being devoted, once in some relationship, the betas tend to think the mother-whore dichotomy; these men accept that the girlfriend-hood or the motherhood is a redemption for the female, from becoming a “sinful whore” after she looses her virginity (as everybody not diluted expected). Nonetheless, more or less consciously, a few boyfriends acknowledge what the nature of the woman is, without hesitating to share the girlfriend, notwithstanding a behaviour going from a will to be seen under a favourable light, up to a touch of bitterness taking the form of an assertion, more or less explicit, of power over the girlfriend as well as her lovers.

The female knows that the good lover is selfish towards her, in bed or not. The lover and the female match, click, the relationship sparkles to better enliven her. This new kind of man is the second and last kind: the man who is not devoted to the female and even less to her sensual quest; a man having such an independence form her, that she senses it quite easily. This man belong to the alpha kind. The alpha man naturally turns the table with the woman: all indifferent that he is when he must deal with her, it is now the woman who must show that she is worthy of him; whereas, when it comes to men seeking validation through her, the betas do not demand anything from the woman, the woman waits for the first men, amongst the flock of all the betas, who complete her list of requisites.

It is with the alpha man that the woman “feels alive”, “feels like a woman” the most, by her work that she must furnish in order to be even considered. The alpha man rewards nonetheless the woman when she has proved that she merited him. It is this man who gives “meaning to the life” of the woman; she knows that such a man is exceptional, thereby that he is worth it, just as the woman knows that, as she wishes, she has the power to make the three betas feel relevant in their lives. For once, she knows that a man is above her, that there is better than her, that she can be relevant towards somebody for once, only if she is good enough. Once more, this situation goes in the opposite direction than the case of the beta males, which the woman knows that they come and go, that they are easily affordable, easily replaceable.

We could expect from the woman that, by her existence naturally revolving around the tragedy and the drama, she would become an artist, a creator, but that would be missing the obvious fact that the female does not live through such excruciating lives. The woman remains poorly creative, precisely for she has an interest in art. On the contrary, the masculine angst brings some abilities, themselves leading to creativity: mostly as males who seek the feminine approval through the mundane activities as well as the comfort, the men are not interested in the drama nor the tragedy, even less when their lives are filled of events of these natures, but those few at ease with communication becomes the perfect artist, inventor or creator, which attracts, incidentally, the female. The lesser exposition towards the female of the alpha men leads those rare men naturally to a strong intellect, or for the fewest, to wisdom, foresight, in particular once equipped with equanimity.

It becomes manifest that this kind of man knows that there exists a life beyond sex, contrary to the first kind of beta male, knows that there exists a life beyond the entertainment, contrary to the second kind of beta male, knows that there exists a life beyond the woman, contrary to the third kind of beta male. There exists a famous saying: the difficulty is not to come in the brothel, but to come out of it. If they must apply a dichotomy towards the female, those rare men choose the whore-saint one: they take the woman for what she is, a public good, her only pure state being a virgin.

Sometimes, gifted with reflexivity, such men have a strong degree of equanimity which permits them to appear infinitely more detached around her. These higher alpha men leave, without resentment, such a binarity as the whore-saint; happily they accept the woman for what she is; they do not expect anything from the woman, they do not blame the woman, they do not despise the woman, there would not even be a relevance to do otherwise. He understands that the female is a different creature from him, as he understands that an order between the female and the man remains unbecoming. Contrary to the three kinds of beta males, the alpha man cherishes more his time and serenity; he leaves the woman, her quest for pleasures, her worries, to the other men passing after him; to such an extend that, in having none dependency towards her, the alpha man understands that, as nice as it is to take a female when he desires one, it is even more delightful not to have a woman when he does not desire any.

On earth to be shared, in heat all year long, the woman is a whore, as so many say often bitterly, but the whore is equally a woman. In living so essentially for, by, as well through the histrionism, the pleasure, the frivolity, the superficiality, the woman knows why she is on earth, to such an extend that nothing remains more beautiful when she rests in her purest state, the one where the female acknowledges her nature.