Quote: (02-28-2017 08:28 AM)Moma Wrote:
bosch, can you elaborate on the Gamma nature? What are the traits?
Way off topic, so feel free to skip.
Heh. I'm still under a Warning for discussing the subject, so I'll be tactful here.
Vox Day originated the concept on his blog - most commonly using it to explain the behaviour of sci-fi SJW John Scalzi - an amazing trenchant observation that rung true with many guys I've known over the years. I've expanded further upon his ideas at length with my own observations - I'm theorising it's comes from boys raised by Narcissistic Mother and Weak or Absent Fathers, who become
female in thought, and it would sit on the female to male spectrum somewhere at the midpoint between both poles in the blurry areas where people thinking more like the opposite sex than their own (gays, lesbians, transexuals and Gammas). I think it's as far as a straight man can get into embracing the feminine without physically sucking dick.
Here's me considering the concept discussing Davis Aurini's battle with Gamma Jordan Owen, and noting how widespread a personality type it has become amongst Millennial Men, (including how I believe it would benefit the left to destroy the nuclear family if it reliably-produces this type of personality). You should get the gist of what Vox accurately-described that I could easily recognise it:
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Clear cut examples of Gamma Behaviour here:
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There's another discussion somewhere where I mention how their sneaky, ingratiating behaviour gets under their would be romantic target's skin, day after day after day, until the building disgust for the man eventually triggers women into violent emotional breakdown or physical violence. There was a thread on here yesterday about SJW Women complaining about what emotionally-abusive scum Male Feminists are. No shit, toots. I could have mansplained that to her years ago.
Which reminds me: I wonder if I every wrote the Sanitary Napkin story on here?
I do remember also discussing somewhere how my stepfather would join a club in town, then try to make power plays to take over to put himself in the position of running the club, not understanding he's overbearing and not a natural leader, usually leading to the splintering of the club where the majority form another club without him - the classic 'No Homers' club from the Simpsons.
Now, I said at the time I was interested in the club he'd just joined to get away from his previous club, describing the 'drama' and 'arsesholes' involved in it and how he liked this new one because everyone was friendly and easy-going. Then I mentioned a few weeks later how he was complaining about someone was taking too long to do shoot their targets - and by now I'm thinking "Fuck, can't you ever just go with the flow for once? - and how he reported them to the organisers. This lead to him designing a spreadsheet on his computer to show them how to do the scoring 'properly' and how he would then volunteer to keep score of everything for them.
I said this was great for me, because I should be able to eventually buy all this gear off him 'cheaply' if I was patient. Aurini joked something like "about a year then?"
So, Aurini, if you read this:
guess who ended up buying all his (good quality) Archery gear late last year, now that he's joined the Rifle Club?
:lol2:
This is also good for me, because, given my analytical mind - I've always been naturally drawn to the concept of Sniper Shooting. About a year from now, I should have some damn decent equipment, (though my travelling mate has been teaching me to shoot a rifle well over the last two months).
Also: late last year I found a box of letters from my teenage years stored under my parents house. I've no idea how they weren't thrown out during regular Spring Cleaning, but I noted a few from a Gamma Friend I've mentioned in the past, who later became a Big Wheel in the Comic Industry, still doing it to this day in his late 40's - he was two years older than me. See the continued obsession with teenage crap you should grow out of?
This is remarkable to me because, in the space of one paragraph, he nails most of the major Gamma tells.
1) Note that this is a Nineteen Year Old Man writing but he is circling each 'I' like he is a teenage girl. Gammas seem to adopt the likes and mannerisms of the female to try and sneak that little bit closer to them. This prick was still buying Duran Duran albums in 1990 long after all the girls he knew had lost interest, just in case. Go read some John Scalzi tweets - it's pure Gawker girl - sort of what you'd get if you glued a beard made out of pubes on Lindy West.
2) He totally 'bombed out' with Fliss. Note the Gamma's complete denial of objective reality and not having a realistic understanding of his socio-sexual ranking, thinking he was cooler and more attractive than he actually was. She was a 9, he was a pizza-faced 5 into D&D and X-Men Comics.
3) Also note the Gamma's favourite tactic of passive-aggression: "I was nuked by three certain people I won't name because YOU know who you are." They're scared of direct confrontation so they always avoid saying what they mean, and leave plausible-deniable ways out. Claiming to be joking is a common one.
4) Note the White Knighting instinct and how personally he takes the slight on M'Lady's honour: "Don't call her Felicbitchity -
I hate it." (Funnily enough, the nickname, given by her two sisters, was actually Felicibitch", so he wasn't paying that close attention to his would-be Queen).
5) "And I'm not going to forget her either..."
Gammas fixate: they never forget, never move on. They're too socially-autistic to get 'hints', and have too unrealistic a self-image to even accept an outright rejection. They drive normal women
fucking nuts, and this is why - if they do partner up - it's always with a strong, dominant Feminist woman type who keeps their shit - to some degree - in line.
6) The whole thrust is the Gamma Tell of never being able to admit ever being wrong. Most of us do this now and then, no-one likes to lose face, but, with the Gamma it's taken to an obsessive level where - even in the face of direct evidence that contradicts their statement - they will still claim to be right.
In this case, the Gamma couldn't admit he'd made a play for a girl far out of his league, and failed. She toyed with him for an afternoon to extract some money out of him, then moved on. She'd try this sort of shit with me, but I'd just said something along the lines of. "Look, I'm an easy going bloke. If you need a lift somewhere when I'm leaving, just ask. You don't need the whole performance of
luring me into it."
When there's teenage sisters at total war within one household, you learn to keep things as bullshit-free as possible, especially when you're dealing with two Veronica Lodges and a Daria. Thinking about it, it was kind of like my latter jobs working Security: it was all about de-escalation.
For greater context: in-between when I wrote him a letter and received his response, I'd been at the sister's place the next day, and heard the whole discussion about what transpired, so, whilst Gamma Boy thinks this is the start of some Grand Romance, because he's so impossibly-cool and smarter than everyone else, and the only reason why people dislike him is because they're jealous of him, the real discussion went more like this.
The Players:
I was dating the older sister, I've mentioned her before as Butterface Jennifer Connelly.
Legendary tits.
Felicibitch was the middle Sister and the Queen Bee Bitch in the household.
The younger sister was a dead ringer for Winona Ryder, and the classic deadpan Gen X'er, but her being four years my junior at the time ruled her out in terms of High School Dating Dynamics, but I could tell she'd grow up to be a very beautiful woman, (which she is now, even in her 40's).
I'd gotten a phone call that morning asking me to come over, because they needed something buried, and 'Dead Things is Boyfriend Territory'. Turns out it was a Dead Kitten.
Digging a grave for it and laying it to rest, I then hear the whole story of what happened the day before, laid out:
Gamma was being annoying as fuck, so another mate, my girlfriend and I had snuck off one by one down the backyard to get away from him for a bit as he played on the computer.
After a while, we returned to find Gamma sucking up to The Bitch, and the wheels in her head turning.
Butterface tells the Bitch to not talk to her 'friends', even though Gamma was just someone we all patiently-tolerated, rather than liked.
This of course made Bitch talk to him just to spite her sister, because she knew it would send her nuclear, and, as ugly as Gamma was, putting up with him for a bit was worth it to annoy her.
A few minutes later, she realised he had money, then she said they should go up to her bedroom for some privacy.
Butterface was losing her shit over this, understanding, unlike Gamma, that this was just to piss her off.
Winona, who had been watching the whole thing over her book, said "Why are you angry? We got
rid of both of them."
I said she had a point, and that we might as well head into town without him, because he always would try and control what we did and where we'd go in town, and when we'd all overrule him, would passive-aggressively sulk for hours.
We came back hours later to discover her in her kitchen, with bags of clothes. Gamma had taken a Taxi into town with her, and let her spend big.
She's was recalling this as I laid the Kitten down, and was laughing about how 'inexperienced' he was with women. "Like, normally, they'd expect a kiss at the least. I didn't have to do
anything."
"Would you have?" Winona asked.
"Oh, god no." She said. "But I didn't let him touch me
at all yesterday."
I was looking down at the grave before shoveling dirt in, and asked "How does the kitten fit into all of this?"
Butterface, who had calmed down somewhat overnight, said "After you went home yesterday, [Gamma] came back with the Kitten."
Winona rolled her eyes. "You should have heard it Bosch. It was sooo pukey."
Bitch sighed. "All this fluff about him worrying about me having to sleep alone and that I needed something that was as cute and precious as I was."
I groaned. Winona was right. I could image that was the sort of thing Gamma would say to a woman.
"There was more babytalk to it than that," Butterface said.
I pointed to the kitten. "And?"
Butterface again: "Well, this was all at the doorstep. He didn't come in."
"... didn't want impose..." Winona strung out the last word to mock the floweriness of it.
"... so when we put the Kitten down," Butterface continued, "it looked really scared, shrunk away from us all and ran and cowered in the corner."
To her credit, Bitch did look genuinely sad here. "We tried everything to calm it down. It was
terrified."
Winona snorted her contempt. "Think about it. The first human it saw was [Gamma]. Can you really blame it for being traumatised by people?"
Bitch went to say something, stopped, then nodded.
Butterface sighed heavily. "We put down a basket and some warm milk and gave it space, but when we woke up lying in the basket like that. I guess it died in its sleep."
"Durr!" Winona waved her hands around wildly. "[Gamma] touched it! I'd die too!"
"Cover it up," Bitch said, as she walked away. "And tell him I have a boyfriend."
As I covered it up, I said "I can't help but feel that the cat was the Innocent in all this."
Butterface shot an annoyed look at her departing sister. "If anyone had to die, why couldn't it be
her?"
See why I never had any white knight delusions about women's behaviour?
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So this was all the information I had when I wrote to Gamma mentioned how he'd 'bombed out' with Felicity. Now re-read his reply above. See the level of social-autism involved? The complete inability to read people and events realistically?
That's Gamma.