In Defense of Trashy Women
Trashy women are lightning rods for criticism from both men and women. However, as one delves into the seedy underground of any major city in America or life abroad, one begins to see the function they serve in an increasingly sexless and loveless society. Not all of them fit the mold of the drugged up, worthless prostitute. Some are actually fun to hang out with even though you wouldn’t want to be seen with them among your peers.
It’s interesting to think these women could serve an important societal function providing easy sex to Betas who are either down on their luck or clueless when it comes to women. Think of these trashy women as safety valves to prevent Beta and Omega male rampages like mass shootings. (Which, incidentally are also connected to SSRI drugs from big pharma.)
Even though feminists and white knights will choke while reading this, not every woman will be or should be the virgin goddess many men dream of. Some women either can’t get their shit together or don’t want to get their shit together enough to be anything but a trashy chick. Others see being a whore as a lucrative income to be made while doing something everybody involved enjoys. These women often end up in places like the Moonlite Bunny Ranch in Nevada. Or the zonas de tolerancia in Mexico. The way Sarah Greenmore describes it, it’s an interesting way to make a living. She details her typical day at the Bunny Ranch.
I generally wake up around 9:30 AM and head to our private gym on site. We have a personal trainer five times a week that works with us there, but I prefer to work out alone. By 11:30 AM, I’m showering and getting ready. Shaving, lotion, self-tanner, dancing around in my underwear, false eyelashes, etc. At 1 PM I’m generally ready for the floor. There is a doorbell that rings throughout the house when the clients walk in to greet us. We all line up and introduce ourselves. The client picks one (or two or three) ladies and we take him on a tour, talk to him about his desires, negotiate a price, and book an appointment. So, from 1 PM to 4 AM I’m going to lineups, hanging out with clients, taking a nap, hanging out with my coworkers, and eating lunch/dinner.
Of course, she’s getting her brains banged out by some dude every night while making bank. Who’s the dumb one now? People working their ass off for chump change or some call girl making $300 an hour or more? Girls like Sarah are “good time girls” and nothing more. Here’s a counterpoint to the common wisdom about the sexes: Why must men in Anglo America must white knight for women and try to “save them” from the lifestyle they’ve chosen, and why must women condemn them for doing sex work? It’s beyond comprehension for the rational mind. Is sex really that sacred that it can’t be bought and sold like any other commodity?
It is indeed odd to think someone can kill themselves a mile under a mountain breathing coal dust for a living, but spreading your legs is suddenly some big issue and “exploitation” of women. How is the coal miner not being exploited? As George Carlin famously said, why should something be illegal to buy that you can give away?!
Regular Old Sluts
Beyond call girls there are many women who just can’t keep their legs closed and enjoy giving it away. They enjoy sex just as much as some men, and often dress in trashy clothing. Some of them can be lookers if you can ignore their notch count. (Who cares anyway after a few beers if she’s hot? Not every girl should be seen through the lens of chastity being a virtue).
When doing this commentary, it’s hard not to mention a 1992 hit that comes to my mind, a country song by Confederate Railroad which touches on regular old sluts, not the pay for play kind. The lyrics detail a “good time Charlie” who likes having fun with women who aren’t pure as a freshly fallen winter snow.
Well, I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style
Yeah, my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild
Mom and dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes and, ah, symphonies
But I like my music, how I like my women wild
Yeah, and I like my women just a little on the trashy side
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed.
Too much lipstick and, ah, too much rouge
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused
And I like my women just a little on the trashy side
The lyrics tell the story. There are always going to be village bicycles on which everybody has had a ride. An interesting sociological thesis for a Master’s Degree would be the following: Biologically and sociologically, do loose women serve a purpose in human society? Nobody wants to admit they got down with the easy lay, but conversely the guys who did get down gained some sexual experience and likely some self-confidence at the same time.
Understandably, this behavior is socially shamed so it doesn’t spread like a wildfire across society. Arguably, Anglo society takes this shaming to an unhealthy extreme being the sexually repressed society that it is. Like a little dark secret at the back of someone’s mind, trashy women are vices that men can enjoy with a minimum of Game required, or no Game required at all. Pitfalls includes getting addicted to easy sex and becoming lazy as a result. Positives include a city or country full of a happy bunch of people fucking like rabbits instead of wanking to internet pornography.
Perhaps the key to going easy on trashy women and saving the judgmentalism for people who deserve it is remembering all women are playing the same game. They want goods and services in exchange for their “love” or sex. Trashy women are like the beater cars nobody likes to own, but they serve a purpose until a man has enough experience or cache to “upgrade” to another model.
So, while we don’t have to openly praise trashy women and let degeneracy spread even further in society, we can quietly realize these girls play an important role in society. At least until the “slut vs. marriage material critical mass” is passed, and promiscuous liaisons are no longer on the DL but openly accepted in society. Then, there’s a problem. But there are definitely times trashy women come in handy, like oases in the desert, until the rains of sexual bounty return once again. And men looking for a perfect goddess need to admit to themselves the 5,000 year history of marriage shows women don’t love men. Sometimes it’s okay just to bust a nut and keep quiet about it.
The key, as with so many things is balance. One must not lean to far to to the all women are Puritanical goddesses narrative, and one must also not lean too far to the all women should be wanton whores narrative. Balance lies in the middle of these two disparate philosophies on sexuality. What – it’s okay for gay people to have all the fun but straight people have to do without? What the hell?
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