My grandmother is the feminist dream; a overly educated slut yearning for the alpha male that she could not capture when she lost her looks. My father was not the most attractive gentleman, but my mother is an attractive woman. My grandmother was a slut who slept with many high profile men (my grandfather, her ex, is a highly sought after dentist), and my mother ended up as a very attractive woman. My father had game, he made the standard alpha males look weak in comparison and in turn it was these traits that won my mother over. My mother took a lot from my grandmother and was not the "house wife" type, and often was at odds with being a woman who took care of the home and kids. My mothers love for my father however, extended to her learning to accept and absolutely love taking care of the home. My grandmother however, she did not like him, because he reflected the dick she had taken in her past but could never secure.
My grandmother is now married to the most beta of males, a man who, and I kid you not gentlemen, wiped the shit of her son (who is not his) until he was twelve years old. Her current husband has no legacy, and he resents this, but his beta bitch boy tendencies cannot express this for fear of loss of his wrinkled ex-hottie. My grandmother's husband never experienced her in her peak, he only experienced the mangled left overs that other alphas gladly took; her husband prior to her left her for a young twenty something after she started ageing and losing her youthful looks that got her whatever she wanted. Prior to her current husband, with the exception of her ex-husband before him, my grandmother cheated on every single mate she was with, including my highly successful grandfather.
My grandmother however, she hates alpha males now. She constantly told my mother that she left my mothers father because he was "too boring," and could not "fulfil her needs." Now my grandmother resides in California, in hundreds of thousands of debt with hopes that her last days will reflect her glory ones, but in turn she is still that miserable cunt that yearns for alpha cock hoping that one day she can get back to her roots. Roots that will never exist for my grandmother because she will never be twenty again - she will never be pretty again.
My grandmother is the feminist dream, a 'independent' female who attended university with many degrees under her belt. The uncontrolled nature of my grandmother is only a destructive one, but how could this be? Feminism promised her something more; Feminism promised her a life that meant stability plus fulfilment, but those two things do not mix when your only value is your sexuality and you have cashed in said sexuality without restraint.
I am the anti-thesis to my grandmothers ideology of life, but just like I believe female sexuality is innate, I believe that some of my deceased fathers overly-masculine tendencies are innate in myself. This drives my grandmother nuts, because to her I should be buying gifts for and cherishing my women, but instead, I work construction do not put up with the females I am with's bullshit, and attend school while avoiding the same ideologies that have made my grandmother blind to her own downfalls.
Feminism has too many loose ends and flaws to answer to, and for that, I will always look to my grandmother for understanding why; my grandmother is a woman who was promised the world, but like a gambler who lost it all, had to settle for something she did not want in life, and despite her education and current beta lover, that something is mediocrity and bitterness.
My grandmother is now married to the most beta of males, a man who, and I kid you not gentlemen, wiped the shit of her son (who is not his) until he was twelve years old. Her current husband has no legacy, and he resents this, but his beta bitch boy tendencies cannot express this for fear of loss of his wrinkled ex-hottie. My grandmother's husband never experienced her in her peak, he only experienced the mangled left overs that other alphas gladly took; her husband prior to her left her for a young twenty something after she started ageing and losing her youthful looks that got her whatever she wanted. Prior to her current husband, with the exception of her ex-husband before him, my grandmother cheated on every single mate she was with, including my highly successful grandfather.
My grandmother however, she hates alpha males now. She constantly told my mother that she left my mothers father because he was "too boring," and could not "fulfil her needs." Now my grandmother resides in California, in hundreds of thousands of debt with hopes that her last days will reflect her glory ones, but in turn she is still that miserable cunt that yearns for alpha cock hoping that one day she can get back to her roots. Roots that will never exist for my grandmother because she will never be twenty again - she will never be pretty again.
My grandmother is the feminist dream, a 'independent' female who attended university with many degrees under her belt. The uncontrolled nature of my grandmother is only a destructive one, but how could this be? Feminism promised her something more; Feminism promised her a life that meant stability plus fulfilment, but those two things do not mix when your only value is your sexuality and you have cashed in said sexuality without restraint.
I am the anti-thesis to my grandmothers ideology of life, but just like I believe female sexuality is innate, I believe that some of my deceased fathers overly-masculine tendencies are innate in myself. This drives my grandmother nuts, because to her I should be buying gifts for and cherishing my women, but instead, I work construction do not put up with the females I am with's bullshit, and attend school while avoiding the same ideologies that have made my grandmother blind to her own downfalls.
Feminism has too many loose ends and flaws to answer to, and for that, I will always look to my grandmother for understanding why; my grandmother is a woman who was promised the world, but like a gambler who lost it all, had to settle for something she did not want in life, and despite her education and current beta lover, that something is mediocrity and bitterness.
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