Thirty-year-old men refuse to man up while their female counterparts are growing up. Result? Women are unhappy:

Young professional women may not relate to the financial struggles their Millennial peers are protesting against during the Occupy New York movement. After all, these ambitious go-getters are working as doctors, lawyers, engineers, and advertising executives, blessed with great salaries, health benefits, and paid vacation.

But these women understand the protestors’ frustration and unhappiness over the fact that their lives aren’t supposed to turn out this way. This is why a growing number of young professional women who seem to “have it all” are burning out at work before they reach 30.

The TV show Friends was highly popular during Millennial women’s coming of age. Did none of these girls listen to the open credit’s song:

So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your jobs a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A.
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear
And it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year

The message of, “I’ll Be There for You,” and Friends (having never watched an episode, it’s a presumption) is that even though your work life may suck, your personal relationships make life meaningful.

Thus:

I’ll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour)
I’ll be there for you (Like I’ve been there before)
I’ll be there for you (‘Cause you’re there for me too)

Because American women are insufferable, they lack the traditional social support network. Women no longer enjoy the company of steadfast men, because alpha males don’t tolerate American women long-term.

The mass of men – perfectly suitable betas – have had their hormonal levels manipulated through poor diet and other environmental factors. Good men thus remain in short supply.

Having won their war against men, women are learning why, “May you get what you wish for,” is called the Gypsy curse.

Again, it’s good to have both, but if you can have only one: Choose game.

Jessica Sporty was tired of dipping into her savings to keep up with her Manhattan lifestyle.

Her $45k salary was not enough and she needed at least an extra $500 a month and sometimes $1,000 to pay her credit card bills and afford her $1,475 a month apartment in Murray Hill

Sporty started eating out five nights a week using a rotation of different guys she met through the dating site. She kept things simple—no more than five dates with the same guy.

The investment banker types were thrilled to woo her with extraordinary restaurants like the underground taqueria La Esquina and a Japanese restaurant, Megu, in Tribeca. One guy even took her to a champagne bar and purchased a $200 bottle.

Wherever men congregate to talk about women, a common question arises: What’s the best self-defense/martial art for men? The debates are endless and generally pointless, because the guys who argue about this stuff don’t actually fight.

Everyone has an opinion, and you can tell right away that everyone is full of shit.

I’ve been in well over 100 fights, boxed in a ring, and fought MMA. I’ve had my nose broken twice, had shoulder separations and broken bones from training, and knots so deep that I had to lay on a lacrosse ball to get relief, and a Thera Cane become my best friend. When working on my knots, I heard the sound of scrunching cellophane.

Fighting is, to me, a joke.

After getting my nose broken in a Combat Sambo match, I went to a Turkish bath house is a shitty New Jersey neighborhood. After we ran out of vodka, I walked through the ghetto for another bottle. The Russian mob boss wanted me to move out East to work for him. Recently my eye was split open after a guy sprinted across the street, sucker punching me. I laughed about it.

Do you know what the best self-defense is for players? It’s something that – if I had to choose – I’d value above all else. It’s also an answer that tells me right away whether a guy has been around, or is just another pathetic keyboard player.

Wait for it.

Muscles.

Yeah, that’s how you can tell whether a guy knows what he’s talking about.

If you have broad shoulders, some trap muscles, and a thick back, guys aren’t going to fuck with you.

When I boxed at 163 pounds, more guys were willing to fight me than when I bulked up to 240 pounds. I was quicker, more agile, and just fucking meaner and more desirous of inflicting pain at 163. My lighter self would have fucked my heavier self up.

Yet guys size each other up by height and weight. If you’re carrying more, well-proportioned weight, you’re not going to get much drama.

The best self-defense for the player is to stop arguing over the “best” martial art, and to get under the bar. Put on 20 pounds of muscle, and you’ll find that most men have no interest in starting a fight with you. “To win without fighting is best.”

When we first had sex, I saw that you kept your socks on. I thought to myself, ‘This guy is a total nerd who must never get laid.’

I listen to the Great Courses on my way to an intellectually-challenging job. I don’t watch television. In my spare time, I research the mitochondria theory of aging. I don’t just “lift weights.” I study bio-mechanics. I don’t just eat, I study the physiology of food. I’ve read a small library of books, and took less than two weeks to study for (and pass) one of the most demanding exams in the country.

I’m a total fucking nerd.

Because I’m a nerd, I don’t deserve to get laid. In modern American society, who is more marginalized than we the nerds?

Sex is a basic human need. Millions of people campaigned to ensure that faggots could fuck. Fat people, we are told, deserve to get laid. There’s even a growing subset of liberals who claim that pedophiles deserve to have sex with little boys.

Tell someone that you’re read a quantum physics book for fun, and they’ll grimace.

It’s a humorous marginalization, when you consider our oppressors.

Today our oppressors stampeded into stores to purchase things they don’t need. (Laugh-out-loud irony: We nerds created the marketing strategies that convinced the consumeristic cows to keep feeding.)

The modern “game” thinking on love is beta. If you listen to most men who claim to run game, you’ll hear them say, “All women are fungible. If you elevate one woman above all others, you’re beta.” Those guys have clearly never been in love.

More than most, I am an advocate of love. I hope everyone reading this falls deeply in love. I have been in love twice.

Psychotic, possessive, scary love. Drug love where you feel high when you’re with your girl, and feel low when she’s away. Gay love where you hug the pillow she slept on last night. Patronly love where you want her to call you when her flight lands, and insist on having her tell you when she made it home safely.

A man can only find out if he’s an alpha male once he’s felt all-consuming love for a woman.

If a dumb slut spits venom at you, it doesn’t take courage to smack her. A man doesn’t need strength of character to tell a cum rag to pack her bags. The world is filled with slimy holes and warm mouths. The world is not, however, filled with women to fall in love with

Most men are lucky to fall in love thrice in a lifetime. Yet even the women who love you will shit test you.

Will you grab the hair of the woman you love, throwing her to the bed, telling her to comply? Will you smack her filthy mouth when she back-talks you? Will you leave bruises on her arms and legs for rebelling?

Will you demand she obey, knowing that she may instead walk away?

If she leaves, your body will ache. Your stomach will drop. The acid in your stomach will feel like it’s tearing through your intestines. Your face will flush, making you look like an embalmed man on display at his own funeral – fitting, since you will want to die.

Do you call her to tell her you’re sorry? Do you ask for a second chance? Do you agree to meet her demands, if only it means she’ll be yours again – if only for a little while?

When you are willing to suffer through the pain of losing love, only then may you call yourself a man.

Although happy to help guys with their game, there is one group I will not work with under any circumstances. I will not work with narcissists.

When we think of narcissists, we tend to think of Christian Bale’s character in American Psycho. We imagine attractive, self-absorbed men who spend too much time in the tanning booth and gym. In American society, however, even losers are narcissists.

A narcissist starts and ends with the same premise and conclusion: “I am special.” Sometimes the narcissist has achieved success in some other field, and so is, in a sense, special. Usually the narcissist is just like the rest of us.

You can’t help a narcissist, because whatever you say, they’ll respond with, “That may work for other guys. But for me…” I have some bad news for you guys.

Are you sitting around, wanting to have sex with more women? Do you wish your lays were more beautiful? Do you wish that one special girl would be all yours?

Congrats, you’re a winner. Like every other guy, you think you’re special. And like every other guy, you are wrong.

You are not special. You are like the three billion other humans out there who have dicks. You want more pussy, and you want better pussy.

Instead of objecting to every game idea because it won’t work for me, or I’m too cool to use an indirect opener or pea cock: Shut the fuck up.

Learn from the guys who came before you. I guarantee you have more in common with the guys writing game blogs than with Christian Bale, and so it’d make much more sense to remember that you’re just like everyone else (and that’s OK).

Guys who think about game is a subculture, and like other subcultures, certain fads spread. The latest is a masturbation strike. That is, guys are wondering if masturbating sucks away their manly life force.

As it happens, I once went seven weeks without masturbating. Some undoubted and noticeable changes happen.

Six weeks from now, you’ll start eye fucking the lunch ladies

I was 17 years old and in Basic Training when the Drill Sgt. told our entire platoon that our entire conception of attractiveness would change. As children often do, we laughed at our mentor. As time often shows, our mentor was right.

One myth about Basic Training is that the cooks put saltpeter in the water supply. It’s a plausible myth because, being teenage boys, we went from masturbated several times daily to not achieving erections for several weeks. There must be something in the water.

The truth is far less interesting.

When you’re up at 4 a.m. each day (on Sunday you could sleep in until 5 a.m.), being screamed at and moving non-stop, you don’t have the energy for an erection. It’s natures way of saying the weak and tired shouldn’t breed.

Eventually your body adapts to the stress, your cortisone levels drop, and your testosterone levels spike. Waking up to a hard on, once taken from granted, is a gift from god.

There’s still a problem. When 64 guys are sharing a bathroom and floor space, there’s no safe place to masturbate. You have a sex drive without a release, and everything changes.

The cafeteria ladies – beasts that made your average lunch lady look like California dimes – do start looking attractive. Suddenly you’re staring at their XXXXXL, cottage-cheese dimpled asses. You imagine suckling from their sagging mammaries.

Eventually you’re on fireguard duty at 2 a.m. with just another soldier. Everyone else is sleep. You can finally find the privacy to masturbate.

You know what you beat off to?

The Sears catalog.

Unlike many of you, I did not grow up on Internet porn. Even so, it’d at least take Cinemax After Dark to arouse me.

Yet when you hadn’t masturbated in almost two months, a woman in a bra and underwear will do it for you.

Not masturbating offers many benefits.

First, it will force you out into the game. If you know you won’t watch porn or self-release, then your body will compel you to seek a release. You will be an approach machine.

Second, it will force you to bang women not of pornstar quality. I tell guys who don’t like vegetables, “Stop eating. In 36 hours, you’ll eat your vegetables.” Stop beating off, you’ll devour formerly unpalatable girls.

Third, if you have a girlfriend, you’ll have huge loads to shoot on and inside of her. Sperm contains chemicals that fight female depression and increase pair bonding. The bigger the loads you give her, the better.

Finally, it will give you heightened senses. Your body exists to reproduce. When you have a full sack of sperm, your body goes on high alert. Colors seem more vivid and sharp. Food seems to have a stronger smell. Your step seems lighter, and your body rapidly marches you onward to some destination.

Going a week without masturbation will lead to more energy and more lays, and therefore earns an unqualified recommendation.

There are a lot of ways of discovering whether you’re good looking. Yet most guys have trouble because they are overconfident or underconfident. We all know a guy whom we’ll tell, “She’s checking you out. Make your move!” That guy legitimately doesn’t believe she’s checking him out.

Other guys are ugly and think they are good looking. They can’t understand why girls are less interested in them than they should be.

Discovering whether you’re good looking isn’t an act of vanity. There’s a legitimate reason. If you’re good looking, you should rely on direct game. If you’re not so good looking, your game should be more indirect.

With that introduction, here’s a surefire way of determining whether and to what extent women find you attractive.

1. Create an online dating profile. Don’t go overboard on the profile. You don’t want too much of your personality to show through.
2. Upload 3-5 representative pics, that is, pics showing your face, body, and typical style of dress.
3. Click on a bunch of girls’ profiles.
4. 48 hours later, go see who visited your profile.
5. Select the chicks you find attractive. If you like tatooed fat chicks, choose them. It’s your dick, after all, and thus it shouldn’t matter whether other guys find your girls attractive.
6. Send them all this message:

You stopped by without saying hello.
What’s wrong…not cute enough for you?
It’s OK. I can take it. – Sebastian

(Although some may say the message is fishing for compliments or is needy, I’ve successfully used it dozens of times.)

If you are good looking, you’ll have several of those women message you back. Congratulations, you get to run direct game.

If you aren’t good looking, few women will reply. No big deal. There are plenty of less-than-hot guys getting laid. You will, however, need to master indirect game.

It may seem like a hassle to find out if you’re good looking. But it should only take you an hour or so of work. Finding out whether you’re good looking to the kind of women you find attractive, is crucial.

If you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles… if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle.

One typically male conversation is to minimize libraries of knowledge into one principle. You’ll often hear weight lifters, for example, ask, “If you could only do one exercise, what would it be?” Guys they debate whether you should do dead lifts only, or pull-ups only.

Those conversations are generally pointless, because it’s not as if you can only do one exercise. Yet the dialog is helpful because it reveals universal principles. If you could only do one exercise, for example, it should be the clean-and-jerk.

Thus, if there were only one rule of game for you to follow, it’d be this: Follow the book.

Look, if you are not pulling the quantity and quality if women you desire, it’s because of one reason: You failed. All of your judgement and experience, though undoubtedly valuable in other fields, hasn’t transferred over to meeting women. You, in other words, are not enough.

The great thing about game is that it can be learned. I am proof of that. The guys I roll out with are proof of that. Dozens of other guys writing about game are proof that game can be learned.

Yet the vast majority of guys won’t learn game because they are too busy arguing game.

If you knew so much about game, you wouldn’t be arguing with anyone. Instead, guys would ask you, “What’s your secret?”

Game has been around for a long time. Guys have gone before you. Instead of arguing with guys or debating concepts or saying, “That won’t work for me,” stick to the script. Do what those who have gone before you tell you to do.

Follow that one rule of game, and you’ll be on your way to a playboy lifestyle. Ignore it, and you’ll prove that an insane man does the same thing repeatedly, while expecting a different result.

Think hard about guys you know who get a lot of women. Include everyone from celebrities to friends to “PUA’s.” As you list these men, ask yourself this question: What do they all have in common?

The traditional answer, based on evolutionary psychology, is status. The alpha male gets the girl, and the beta males get the scraps.

When poets and musicians get laid, we are told that those men are contextually alpha. Yet girls understand that a man playing at open mics is not an alpha.

We also see men who are broke but “has a plan” do well with women. The most charitable thing we can say of such men is that they are aspiring alphas. But alphas, they are not.

We also know men who are unrepentant losers who do well with women. Women even call their own boyfriends losers, and wonder why they remain in a relationship with such men. How can a loser be alpha?

Lone wolfs also get laid, and many romance novels center around a mysterious, unaccompanied stranger. How can a non-conformist loner arouse women, since a loner cannot, by definition, be alpha?

The arm chair evolutionary psychologists are correct about the unconscious nature of attraction. They are wrong, however, to attribute attraction to status.

If you think deeply, you’ll realize that every player you know is one of four types of guys:

• Muscle guys;
• Men of action;
• Writers and speakers;
• Holy men.

Do you know any legit writer – even if legit means talented-and-broke- who wants for female attention? Do men who are always on the move, doing hobbies like rock climbing and hiking, want for women? Joel Ostein’s wife was hot long before milllions in book sales, and ugly Rasputin seduced women who were married to men far above him in status.

All of these men do well with women because they complete women. They do not complete all women in the same way, but each woman is only half complete until she meets her other half.

Women, as Carl Jung wrote in The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, are part of a collective unconscious:

My thesis then, is as follows: in addition to our immediate consciousness, which is of a thoroughly personal nature and which we believe to be the only empirical psyche (even if we tack on the personal unconscious as an appendix), there exists a second psychic system of a collective, universal, and impersonal nature which is identical in all individuals. This collective unconscious does not develop individually but is inherited. It consists of pre-existent forms, the archetypes, which can only become conscious secondarily and which give definite form to certain psychic contents. – Carl Jung

A feminine woman desires one of four times of men, as Marie-Louise von Franz noted in Man and his Symbols:

The animus … exhibits four states of development. He first appears as a personification of mere physical power – for instance, as an athletic champion or ‘muscle man.’ In the next stage he possess initiative and the capacity for planned action. In the third phase, the animus becomes the ‘word,’ often appearing as a professor or clergyman. Finally, in his fourth manifestation, the animus is the incarnation of meaning. - Marie-Louise von Franz

Von Franz used Tarzan as an example of the first time of man; 19th-century British poet Shelley (romantic man) and Ernest Hemingway (hunter, war hero) as men of planned action; a politician as a man of the word; and Ghadi, a man of spirit, bed more women than any of us ever will.

If you are not getting the kind of women you desire, it’s not because you’re beta. It’s because you do not personify the masculine archetypes.