Misogyny

What modern feminism got wrong, but what prior generations of women understood is that men and women are different. Very different as long as the men don’t live in Williamsburg. No problems with me I believe women are capable of a great many things men are not and thus should be hired and promoted in an organization.

When a woman ascends a modern corporate bureaucracy it is because a variety of men initially thought she reminded them of their daughters. Then it was because some other men got really scared that they were going to lose their incredible executive sinecures if they didn’t put at least one woman in charge near them.

Once she is there that’s what I call the “YBC Zone”. As a cute young man who is gifted at kissing ass working under a female executive is my forte. As most junior hiring pools are now 50/50 gender split with some random other DEIs and some 60% nepo hires that means you reasonably only have to compete with a couple girls and maybe in or two other guys. If you are working for a female executive that means you only have to compete with the one other white guy. Incredible odds. Nature is self healing in this way.

Another tremendous difference betwixt the sexes is how hot the modern woman is. Me and all my guy friends look mostly like shit a few look very good but they usually don’t pull the best girls (not universal). I walked into █████████ last night and saw 50 guys that looked like me and 150 chicks that looked like they got off the set of euphoria. It’s everywhere. Except parts of LA where the guys are so groomed and hot you start questioning yourself.

I sent a girl friend of mine some Reta to her apartment in LA then FaceTimed her how to mix the BAC water while I was in the back of a car on the way to spend my life savings on OToro for █████. I said I did it as a courtesy to the people of LA so she can be hot for the summer. I think something got lost in translation.

Girls can hurt me more than I can hurt them. Although I’ve never gone to therapy or had to █████████████ so what am I really saying. I cried at Club Space and I’ll cry in my apartment. She’ll just cry to me and tell me she hates me.