There’s a lot less of Game disparaging now that Jennifer is no longer commenting, but I figured now would be as good a time as any to talk about how I came around to taking the red pill.
I grew up believing the standard churchly evangelinist dogma of men and women being Equal and that dating should be very egalitarian as to who initiates and all that. (I had read an unfortunate article in a teen magazine that stated that guys LIKE it when they are asked out.) When I got to college, it didn’t take long for this advice to blow up in my face. The older I got, the more experiences I had, or my friends had, that ran counter to the prevailing C.W. Still, this wasn’t enough for me to disembark full stop from the cultural ship, though the thickness of cognitive dissonance was gradually wearing down.
It was when I read that Weekly Standard article, which subsequently led me to seek out Roissy’s blog, that everything clicked. The more I read, the more a litany of experiences made sense that I previously could never make sense of.
It explained why I had had crushes on the guys I had had crushes on, even though the crushes were hopeless and I knew they were hopeless, yet I couldn’t stop being attracted even though I wanted to.
It explained why I never was attracted to guys that I felt I should be attracted to.
It explained why I never believed girls who claimed until they were blue in the face that they couldn’t stand some guy. It explained female group behavior.
It explained why on my college campus, a handful of guys went to every single dorm dance.
It explained why it’s futile to try to convince women to walk away from truly bad relationships.
It explained why self-professed ultra-liberal feminists can rationalize away being some guy’s part-time #2 as A-OK.
It explained why I’ve seen so many guys who probably could have a wife/girlfriend at least 1 to 2 SMV points higher, if the guy would just gain a smidgen (more?) alpha attitude.
It explained why so much Christian dating advice is terrible and doesn’t work.
It explains a friend’s current endless choice, self-imposed emotional drama over two guys, neither of whom she can have, yet she has been angsting over her feelings for both of them for years. It explains why women would prefer to be stuck in an infinite dramatic loop of their own making rather than going out to face “the real world” and get serious about genuinely available options.
I’m not saying that Game is pure Natural Law, but I have yet to come across a theory that better explains the behavior of the sexes. Since I have red pilled, I’ve seen very few, if any, relationships that can’t be analyzed pretty accurately according to Game.
My feelings about Game can be summed up by this monologue by Meryl Streep from The Devil Wears Prada: