Comedian Hannibal Buress sets an excellent example here. Surprised the femtard he’s talking about didn’t also pretend he was some kind of serial killer just because his name is
She doesn’t fear for her life. She is more concerned about whether or not he plans to get her laid. And when you say “no”, she will get all disappointed and wonder where the hell you think you’re going, mister. It’s a wonder she brought it up as a concern in the first place.
A few months ago, I was out for a hike and this girl struck up a conversation. I didn’t break my stride, but oddly she kept following along, asking me about the area. It then graduated to the usual boring “so what do you do for living?” question… which is just woman-speak for “how much money do you make?”. (MGTOW Tip: Never answer this question directly, btw.)
I should have told her I single-handedly created an entire social phenomenon called “Men Going Their Own Way” and started walking faster away from her as she furiously Googled it on her smartphone. That would have been extremely funny. But I had a little fun with this one, and told her I was an astronaut.
“Bullshit” she says.
“Potty mouth.” (Then I pointed to the sky). “You see that? That’s my office.”
If women don’t believe you’re an astronaut when they ASK, how can they automatically assume you are going to penetrate them against their own will?
So she blurts out: “REALLY?”, and I cracked a smile. Just goes to show you how you can flip the whole “rapist” script around on them and they wouldn’t even know the difference between a rapist or an astronaut if she were walking right next to him. Anyway, 15 minutes later, it’s time to go my own wayto my own car, and she actually made a point of thanking me for escorting her safely back to base..
Yes she tagged along, but in her mind, I “safely escorted” her, as if the probability of not making it back to her car in one piece is some kind of continuous looming threat which she struggles endlessly with on a daily basis. And if it were, WTF is she doing out walking alone in the first place and striking up conversations with strangers? How does this woman even live with herself pretending she is some kind of “victim” at every turn? Who brainwashed her? When she disembarks from an airplane, does she thank the pilot for not crashing and killing her? You thank a cab driver for the ride, you don’t thank him for not crashing. Only a completely paranoid lunatic does that.
Hannibal Buress (above) has the right idea. The time has come to openly mock women who carry on like this: “Please. You followed ME down here, so it is I who should be thanking YOU for protecting me from all those dangerous female rapists. It’s a constant problem for me. Appreciate it very much. Have a pleasant evening.”
An uncomfortable giggle followed when she realized how looney that sounds…
then she asked me if I want to join her for a bite to eat.
What? You mean go out for something to eat and drink with you? Aren’t you afraid I might stab you with a FORK or spike your water, you absolute mental nutcase? When the waiter drops the check, are you going to thank him for not choking you with a piece of stale bread? I kept those thoughts to myself, but these are the questions every man needs to grill women with when they start projecting their insecurities and non-existent victimhood on Men whom they haven’t even exchanged full names with.
Not buying the whole women-are-afraid-of-men / rape-hysteria shit saturating western culture these days. Women are the only ones perpetuating it. Because the type of women who bring “rape” (or rape statistics) into conversations where it doesn’t belong ….couldn’t even PAY one of ten thousand men to “rape” her – and they know it. That’s why they are so upset when you walk away. Because you don’t validate their core belief system that all men want to screw them all the time. And when you don’t, they will want to screw you.
Reminded me of a quote by CH . . .
Folks, you simply cannot make up the utter lack of awareness and pathological solipsism exhibited by today’s modern Western woman. It’s like if you threw her into solitary confinement, she would claim the world was banging on the cage door to get in and join her.