Quote: (03-21-2015 11:04 AM)The Father Wrote:
I always liked Latinas. In the U.S. I mean, not in Lat Am. I've dated US-based Latinas more than other women for two simple reasons: I'm very attracted to them, and they tend to be MUCH more feminine than other women.
Is that changing or is it just my little circle?? I've got several friends who are married to or dating Latinas. Most have retained their looks/figures through their late 30s, in typical latina fashion (they just don't let themselves get fat, except the ones from a lower socio-economic rung, who tend to be chubby early on).
HOWEVER, their behavior is atrocious! Each of these girls (and their are 4 in particular who come to mind) don't cook, have turned their husbands/boyfriends into their kitchen bitches, go out drinking while the husbands stay home w/ the babies, flirt like mad, and sometimes do more than flirt! I saw one once whose husband and mother and child and sisters practically BEGGED her to stay in one night and she insisted on going out partying.
I know latinas have always been fiery, and jealous to a point of absurdity ("whose that woman you kissed, Father?? I'm DONE! What, its who? I don't care...I Don't CARE if it's your mom, I'm done!!" ![[Image: confused.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/confused.gif)
... h/t Pablo Francisco) I can deal with the jealousy. But WTF happened to Latinas who cook, clean, and let their men take charge? Or is it because the particular men involved can't handle them? All of their husbands/BFs are skinny white-bread geeks. I think that's a big part of it.
Anyway, these women are out of control and non-domestic in a SATC way. I guess if you take a latina and put her in polluted American waters, eventually she becomes...an American :/
Yes, it is out of control.
Feminism corrupts and absolute feminism corrupts absolutely. Allow me to spell out in detail how this is done.
I've LTRed a Latina for a couple years who came here from Honduras,
one of the most corrupt Latin American countries, when she was 15. We met when she was 24 and I was 25. In that decade of her being in America prior to meeting me, she became the strong, independent woman © because she lived on her own for little over a year and in that time banged over 20 guys. She was proud that she loved to and knew how to clean, and equally as proud that she didn't know how and hated to cook. She was also proud of how she saw flirting as a sport and sex as nothing more than a physical act devoid of meaningful connection, obviously because
she didn't know what love was because she couldn't form a pair bond with me.
For the first few months of our relationship (we met online, and I was supposed to be just another guy who she used in her year of living alone to provide a free meal and distraction from her boring secretary job like the 100+ other guys who took her on a dates did), she seemed grateful as all hell that someone finally saw more to her than what anyone ever did. I tried my hardest to see the true Latina in her, the one from Honduras. I praised her for the moments of her sweetness and demureness, her taking care of me like a king in the bedroom, giving me road head almost every time I drove, her always letting me lead. I thought we had a real shot at something much longer term because she might be in the 20% of sluts who make decent housewife if she indeed held on to her Latina roots well enough over the last ten years.
Until one day...
It was as simple as me deciding to let HER choose what we should do for the weekend. After that, it slowly downward spiraled because that was the first sign of losing frame in her machismo-raised Latina eyes. A few months later with a lot less road head, I got fired from my job. "You have a degree, you'll get another," was her calm reply. I thought she was a dream girl but wondered why she was losing enthusiasm in the relationship. A few months after that, I decided to go back to school for an advanced degree and stay on unemployment insurance. Great for me and my peace of mind, bad for my relationship.
Initially, I lost my charisma game when i lost my frame (game, in this sense being machismo enough to ALWAYS lead, not American game because she didn't really care much for verbal magic tricks and showmanship), then, I lost my provider game, which, to the small amount of true Latina left in her, pretty much ruined everything. Looking back at those first glorious 8-12 months, I realized that she was trying as hard as she could to stay true to her roots, but feminism ultimately got the best of her.
The remainder of our relationship was filled with NASTY on-and-off bouts of the fiery Latina temper© every few weeks, which was a total shock to me up to that point. I held my ground believing that everything would smooth out if she would just waited for me to get my master's full-time and then get a job. Slowly but surely, the corrupted Honduran roots came out when she gave me The Ultimatum© "I'm 26 now, i wanted to be done having three kids at 25. Either we have kids within 2 years or we break up, it doesn't matter how much money we have by then. I just want to have kids." To me, I understood that she didn't care who she had them with, just as long as she had them. I was never anything special to her.
Not knowing the most bitter ingredients of the red pill, I pitied her for having to think that she should've had kids before she met me by having them young like her Honduran roots told her to. Truth is, she was too Americanized and she threw away her best years partying and slutting it up before me. She was a hybrid of corrupted Honduras, feminism (which is a corruption of femininity), trying to suppress her ugly nature. I was merely the trigger. But that's nothing special, because anyone who would've LTRed her at the time I did would've been the trigger. She always just wanted kids.
Never love.
She's unable to pair bond because the feminist way of living it up© corrupted her. (FYI I only had 7 girls before her. I could've had triple that but I'm always one to be picky enough to want to make something special with a woman. Plus the high quality women don't want guys with huge notch counts)
Some of the guys she fucked before me raw-dogged her and came inside her plenty of times. She never got pregnant for some reason, but she said she wanted to. For the remainder of our relationship, prior to The Ultimatum© I tried to keep her distracted from her corrupted nature and eyes on the prize of returning to her sweet feminine roots by stepping up my romcom-ish game. It only made me more beta in her eyes, her Latin-roots eyes that she was desperately trying to return to.
I realized that she only stayed with me those couple years because, yes, she wanted to stay true to her Honduran roots and be a great feminine, demure, sweet wife...........but in an Americanized way by purely using me as an ATM machine for her and the kid we would've had. If I was zero special to her before we had a kid, i would've been negative special to her with a kid.
We never had any kids.
I dumped her when I had that epiphany one day. Three months after I dump her she meets a new guy and two months after that she's pregnant and engaged. In their photos he looks like he thinks he's something special in her eyes. To be honest, I pity her. She's ignorant of the horrors of feminism and how the good part of her Honduran roots were tainted by living the American way. She tried to retain her specialness but it was feminismed out of her before she even met me. I don't blame her, because that would mean that the good part of her roots were bad ingredients to make a great marriage, but they aren't. They're some of the best. Those first 8 or so months of our relationship are testament to that and were a nice preview of what to expect when marrying a girl who keeps it feminine while you keep it masculine (by her definition of masculine, which we know from psychology comes from the masculine things her father does).
I don't expect her to be able to keep a man, though, as feminism turned her into an American attention whore with too many beta orbiters on her facebook, phone, and social circles who do whatever she wants whenever she wants because usury is her middle name. She has male entertainment monkeys when she wants to laugh, male DJs when she wants to party, male shoulders to cry on when she has problems with her fiance, male gym buddies when she decides she needs to align closer with her hypergamous nature, male old flames from the past in her phone when she wants to scratch her alpha itch when her fiance turns unbearably beta, male manual labor players at her job who constantly game her to make her feel like her future options are open either for either alpha fux or beta bux, male white knight captain save a hoes who keep in contact with her to swoop to her rescue at the church she used to go to ten years ago if she ever feels like she needs redemption for her shitty past, and male bosses who check out her body and have even offered her money for sex if she wants to capitalize on that to advance her career.
In our post-honeymoon phase is when I realized how soft the wall truly can be with all these options, because she started to show me how big she could make her world, the one I had entered since I lost frame after about the first 8 months. I lost myself for almost two years in this world, but in my bewilderment, I gained wisdom and have acted on it ever since.
So you ask WTF has happened to Latinas? Feminism.
Furthemore, her family took a girl under their wing from Honduras to live with them. This girl was 17, leaving behind two kids to seek a better life to send money home bla bla bla you know the drill. At first, this girl was domesticated as hell over here, sometimes wandering out to the corner bodega to get food and stuff, but always staying at home. Then she meets some Latino guy here who practiced the appropriate applied psychology (game), gets her pregnant, and now this girl is attention whoring on facebook ever since she got enough money for a smartphone, which came easy, because her boyfriend bought her an SUV within months of meeting her, thus promptly and warmly welcoming her to materialism, a feedstock of feminism.
As soon as they step off the boat, they're corrupted. Their roots aren't strong enough to withstand the temptations and life-ruining mechanisms of the irresponsible indulgences of abundance.
Not even a single one of my ex's girl friends came out unscathed. Why? Because her only girl friends were girls that she partied with. They had no connection or activities or hobbies other than something so shallow. Although my ex used to played soccer, she wasn't friends with any of the girls that did anything other than party, simply because that's the only context in which she knew how to interact with women other than high school. And we're all well aware of what kind of horrible high schools poor Latinas have to attend. Its my theory that the Latinas that come here from another country are the ones that party the most, because they're forever happy that they're not in their homeland, and they don't know the feminist trap they're falling into when they party for years and years on end. Dance to forget, right?
Now, although Latin clubs are much classier than American clubs (I'm a 10 year veteran of latin clubs and I know how to do Latin dances well), many of the girls believe that that's the place you're supposed to go to meet guys..........for alpha fux and for beta bux and everything in between. American clubs, girls only go for alpha fux . Provider game is not dead in the Latin community, but it is dying fast because of feminism and the Americanization of Latinas. There are two types of Latin clubs today, the young and the old. Old meaning anything above 30. 10 years ago, it used to be healthy mix of ages most of the clubs, but now there is a complete split in the patronage. The older clubs are obviously for the beta bux, as the younger clubs are now more Americanized in their purpose, and thus removing the strong family-oriented roots of Latinos.
This dichotomy is but one symptom of their culture being redefined as American. Another is the fact that 10 years ago in these clubs, most of the Latinas were HOT simply because they weren't FAT. Nowadays, they shamelessly jumped right onboard with the obesity epidemic. My ex's older sister used to be damn good looking for some years when she first arrived in the US. Now she's glued to netflix, romcoms, soap operas, romance novels and attention whoring for whoever will have her....which are plenty for a girl who stopped giving a fuck about herself as she cooks (yay!) but eats too much because of the sedentary lifestyle that the creature comfort conveniences of materialism provide her with. Her best friend is nearly the same, although her best friend has had a steady boyfriend for years because her fat is more shapely. The boyfriend is a skinny wannabe American rockstar alpha on the outside, but a pathetic omega on the inside, as he has learned American game by emulating scraps of PUA material which he can't fully internalize because his Latino roots prevent him from doing so. The girlfriend's materialism and mimicry of wanting to be an American woman demands he keep trying hard, though.
The Latinas who rush to jump onboard the materialist/feminist American culturally declining bandwagon do so partly because they are pressured into fitting in. Let's not forget the whole illegal issue. Because so many of them are illegal, there is an hierarchy in the Latin community here that makes those born here look down upon those not born here, and those not born here look down upon those illegally here. It's a race to the bottom of our culture (technically top of the Latin community hierarchy) as they try to adopt our declining culture. It doesn't help that within that heirarchy is horizontal fighting between nationalities because each country thinks theirs is the best. That makes the purists want to remain close to acquaintances who are from their homeland. My ex kept Hondurans as her closest friends, believing (though never saying it, I just got the feel from it) that her culture was the best. Just like Americans think our culture is the best. So they even adopt certain belief systems that are similar to ours. Her father was racist so of course she "somehow" at her age wound up only keeping Hondurans closest to her. Imagine....if they keep that kind of ethnocentrism, how much they despise gringos for how different they are, let alone blacks, which her father openly despised. It made my ex that much more impatient and that much less tolerant of people who were not like her.
Their many nationalities are united by language, and their prejudices and stereotypes about each other "rival" country vanish when they are around Americans, because fitting in is more important to them, because they know that this country doesn't welcome them with open arms if millions of them are still illegal and poor, which dictates their outlook on their futures. That's why they subscribe so easily to the dregs of our culture with the YOLO impulsiveness and make horrible decisions that ruin their lives, because they believe they will never have a normal, true American life (the kind when times were good in America) so our pathetic culture is their vehicle of blending in better than any other, and it is a crying shame that the dufus husbands of Homer Simpson and Ray Romano set the template for what they expect a husband's role to be in marriage and the romcoms of white knights rescuing sluts once she's ready for the beta bux years in the epiphany phase set the template for how they expect a relationship to magically manifest like American girls do.
Water takes the shape of its container. Every time.
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