If there’s one feature of today’s women in Anglo culture I genuinely can’t stand, it’s the “What I had to put up with” memory trap. It is truly astonishing to witness this purge of pent up hatred surge forth from the mouth of a woman who, like a black widow, is going in for the metaphorical kill of a male who is no longer a worthy utility object or meal ticket in her mind and must be disposed of.
Here’s a personal anecdote about the memory trap.
I was dating the daughter of an executive back in my “hollow man” television newscaster days, and the relationship seemed to be going swimmingly. Or, at least that’s what I thought. She was talking about marriage and such, and almost had me lulled into a sense of false security.
The day after Christmas, a holiday in which we enjoyed what I thought was a wonderful time, she suddenly decided to break up with me because I wore a pair of jeans that didn’t fit the way she thought they should fit to her parents’ house. I “embarrassed” her. Her friends and family were there. Why didn’t I wear another pair? Why did I have to exercise so much? Blah, blah, blah.
Indeed, the jeans were slightly too big on me, because I had lost a few pounds from bicycling around 100 miles a week. Mind you, they weren’t sagging off my ass and I didn’t look like a thug. They just fit loosely. I had never been dumped because of misfit jeans before.
But, as we all know, in America if the woman in the relationship isn’t happy it’s fine for her do whatever it takes to make herself happy, even if that means destroying lives and livelihoods. But if a man isn’t happy with his goddess… er… lady he’s supposed to suck it up, buckle down, and take whatever she’s dishing out. That’s the insanity of this Puritan-based culture.
When I didn’t beg her back (I immediately drove out of town, into Mexico and started spreading my seed with other women as life experience has taught me to never let a bitch get you down) she finally let go of the pent up hate she had been saving up, and out of her mouth came the recounting of all the perceived slights she “had to put up with” since we started dating. I had no idea what vitriol she had sublimated under her cheery exterior until that moment.
The things she ranted about were so insignificant I forgot what most of it was about. Seriously. I just remember as it happened the distinct feeling her beefs were things I would have never thought a woman would get so upset about and harbor such feelings of resentment over.
But then, I realized this is something I had seen women do since I was a youngster. The playbook went like this. Women would play along with men who they perceived had value, until the men no longer provided said value. These bitches would then let loose the hounds of hell of female psychology, spitting the most foul vitriol one could imagine when the time came for the poor bastard to be cut loose from his provider or sexual entertainer role.
I’ve heard women recount slights from years, or even decades or generations ago that amount to nothing more than a passel of minutiae. He didn’t buy some bauble she wanted. He didn’t offer her dessert at restaurant. He didn’t prostrate himself before her when she was in a bad mood or PMSing or some other bullshit.
It never mattered what sacrifices he made and how much he had put up with from her. It was typical, nauseating female solipsism taken to the Nth degree each and every time. This reinforces the TNMM idea that men are nothing more than utility and success objects in the female mind.
The Dark World Inside the Female Mind
If it’s been said once, it needs to be said a thousand times, the more you know about female psychology the less you will like women. I’ve gone through nearly 150 women myself and I’ve learned what works, what doesn’t work, what they like, what they don’t like, what they think, and what they don’t think.
It’s a strange and dark world inside the female brain. Once you know women well, you will NEVER see them the same way again. They’re definitely NOT sugar, spice, and everything nice. You are dealing with a creature that sees you as nothing more than something it can consume. This culture has a way of amplifying negative female traits, on top of it all.
Make no mistake, if you have a woman in your life she has your slights and foibles catalogued in her nuerons, often with time and date stamps. They’re ammo, ready to character assassinate you at her will.
Making matters worse, when it comes to the “What I had to put up with” memory trap is a man never actually knows he’s “stepped in it” until either the relationship ends or his woman wants to throw a nuclear shit test his way. Actual, or most often, perceived slights fester and boil, hidden under the surface like toxins in a witch’s cauldron. Then one day, they boil over and burn the man psychologically, and financially if he’s made the unfortunate mistake of attaching himself to her legally.
Women enjoy telling men how we can do better. Ladies, here’s a way you can do better. Let shit go. Especially insignificant shit. Get over yourselves, and stop filling your memories with the victimization inherent in the “What I had to put up with” mentality.
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