We still have a long way to go, the battle begins with you in the trenches, take this story (even though I’m not sure its entirely authentic, but if true, take heed, the white knights appear to be doubling down their efforts to rid the world of the alpha charmer, mild manner cad, or young man just trying to get some action). The following story is truncated by yours truly.
A reader writes:
First of all, I have been a reader of your blog for two years now and greatly enjoy your writing (as well as your new podcast). Keep up the great work spreading the Red Pill wisdom. My friend and I bought your e-book on girls and found it highly entertaining, especially seeing as how we also live in Vancouver and can appreciate where you are coming from and relate to what we all deal with here. However, I have never made any comments or emailed you until now. Understand that I am a man living in in my mid 20’s with a good career and the Manosphere and its views are still considered “underground” and too politically incorrect for the mainstream society.
Ah well thank you, both for reading and for buying my book. Hope you enjoy them both. As a guy who embraces the red pill of reality, sometimes I forget how underground or not mainstream this observational philosophy is.
I will preface my story by saying that I have been in the Game for two years now and am well past the gamey “PUA” phase. Lately I have been running mostly day game downtown (based on the daygame.com model) and most girls are pleased that I am hitting on them on the streets or stores as I pay them a nice compliment and proceed to flirt if they show interest. Even the ones who are taken or in a rush usually tell me I made their day.
This evening I walked into a bookstore (name and place redacted), saw a cute girl and made my approach. I won’t get hung up on the details of techniques but basically I called out the elephant in the room (the fact that she was shopping for books and this was random), told her she looked really nice and made a number of flirty observations and teases about her. The girl lit up and was clearly enjoying the interaction as we went from high-energy banter to more rapport type conversation.
I won’t go into any analysis of your game, as this is not the point here, but the bookstore has been a gold mine for me in the past, and it has been a recommended place by yours truly to get good quality poon. But this next part, if true, takes a frightful twist, and is a good commentary on the society we all have chosen to embrace.
Suddenly, a Gamma Employee approached us with a passive aggressive smile, “Hey guys, you two have been talking for a while…do you two know each other?”
“Hey man. No, we just met but we were having a nice conversation.”
“I see. Well I’m going to have to tell you to stop. I’ve seen you here all day and you never buy anything. I’ve told you this before and I’ll tell you again to stop harassing our customers.”
“Excuse me? First of all, I am not harassing anyone. I literally walked in here ten minutes ago and I have never met you in my life out of all the times I’ve came here so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know what I’m talking about. You are one of those “pick up artists” that just come in here with your friends to talk to girls and harass our customers. We’ve seen many guys like you before. I’m asking you to stop doing that or you have to leave.”
Understand that normally I’m a pretty reasonable and chill guy, but this White Knight’s audacity and the fact that this was happening at all was beginning to make my blood boil. I stood my ground and asserted myself.
“Look, I am not a pick up artist. I buy books here sometimes but that’s not the point. I just came in here, I saw a girl I found attractive, I paid her a nice compliment, which she enjoyed, and we were two adults having a nice conversation before you rudely interrupted us. The last time I checked it’s not illegal to have a nice chat with someone so you can call the police if you like.”
The White Knight employee clearly wasn’t expecting the backlash and the strong dose of logic so he called for reinforcements via his radio. Half a minute later his White Knight Manager shows up.
“Sir, I am going to ask you to stop harassing our customers who are just here to shop. We see “gamers” like you here all the time and it’s policy for you not to harass them. It’s creepy and it’s weird – stop or go somewhere else.”
I was livid but thankfully I deal with conflict every day at my job so I held eye contact with both of them and spoke up, “How is it creepy? I paid her a compliment and we had a nice chat. We are two adults having a nice moment which she clearly enjoyed before the two of you showed up and made it extremely awkward for her. Why don’t you ask her if she felt creeped out or harassed by me?”
“Really? Where is she? Bring her back here then.”
“No, she’s right there. But clearly you’ve killed the vibe and made this incredibly weird for her so no I will not bring her back here.”
By this point the girl had walked about 15 meters away pretending to browse but well within ear shot. I softened my voice and said to her, “hey listen, I am really sorry to have put you in this spot.”
I then resumed my rant, which the two White Knights were clearly not expecting, “the last time I checked, we live in a free, democratic society. If I see someone I want to talk to I will talk to them and that’s my right. If I see an attractive girl I will go and talk to her like a man.I don’t need white knights like you telling me what I can or cannot do.”
Against this logic, the manager repeated his mantra, “we’re not white knights…it’s our policy to stop harassment against our customers because we see it all the time. Go do it somewhere else because it’s creepy.”
Normally I don’t resort to personal attacks but I restrained to keep my voice down, “do you have any idea what harassment is? Do you even know the definition of Criminal Harassment in the Criminal Code? I don’t think so. Like I said, I’ve done nothing wrong and I don’t need some $10 an hour employee wasting his life away to tell me what I cannot do. I will leave because it’s your private property and you have asked me to but I have done nothing wrong here.”
The “argument” ended soon after and I walked out of the store with my head held high. The two White Knights avoided all eye contact as I strode out the door. I felt a surge of pride that I had stood my ground and owned them with logic when they clearly expected a spineless “PUA” to roll over and slink away with tails tucked between his legs.
TL;DR is an employee came up to him, accused him of “practicing pick up” there multiple times and was asked to leave, the man argued back holding his ground, being a good soldier and sticking up against the bullshit white knight in action he got from an employee and manager.
There’s that magical shaming word again, creepy. Now the manager could just be sticking up for the employee so I can’t be as hard on them as I could be, but this kind of white knighting behavior, if all accounts of this interaction are true, has hit a critical mass. It’s time we all stand up and call bullshit. Funny how these same types of liberal mangina’s stand up against bullying and shaming, yet use these same tactics to get what they want. Let’s call bullshit where we see it and smell it. Shaming is not inherently wrong, and it’s not what anyone is really battling against, it’s shaming in something they don’t believe in.
The only negative about this interaction of saying this is bullshit, is now he’s ruined a prime location to pick up single chicks. It was my bread and butter, I even have large segments in my novel The Refugee where I essentially began learning actual pick up. Bookstores, in the 90′s and early 2000′s, when there were such places that people frequented, were the best replacement for the disappearance of the singles bar. It was easy to use indirect openers because you could always comment on what she was reading and you could initiate teasing with her, it is especially effective because girls like to think of themselves as intelligent and cultured, but are insanely insecure about such things.
What bothers me and makes me angry is that events like this even transpire at all. I understand that weirdo’s and poorly calibrated pick up artists almost do certainly creep out some of their customers some of the time. However, only in a liberal, feminist filled, politically correct, white knight filled city like Vancouver could something like this even happen, where I am told specifically not to talk to a girl. What kind of society do we live in?
Ah, it’s nice to hear the question I ask repeatedly and seems to go into deaf ears. What kind of society do we live in? We live in a shit society that has become a narcissistic dysfunctional and psychotic society, it’s morals and ethics backwards and negative, protecting people who make bad decisions and propping them up as heroes. This is the society we live in. This reaction to your actions is not all that surprising to yours truly because I began seeing this back in the 90′s, and it’s only become worse.
The real question you should be asking, and what all people should be asking, but blue pill fantasy dwellers never will without being told to, is: What society do we want to live in? See, there is this assumption by all these fucking assholes that embrace feminism and bastardized this into a man hating power-hungry group, and politically correct douche-bags that act like the cultural police because again, they are told that what they’re standing up for is “right” – that society is something that has a Eden like level. That once we get there, society will be perfect. That somehow we just haven’t reached that Gene Roddenberry like utopia. What they don’t understand is that society, and all societies are living breathing entities, they exist through us and they are not actually just laws and rules written on paper. Societies are moving, growing, evolving and adapting by the people who make them up. They can only be a reflection of its inhabitants, and we can change the society that we live in, but there is no paradise society, because there’s no such thing as perfect for everyone.
No. What we need to do is stop looking out for whatever makes us as the individual happy for the moment, and start looking at what we should be shaming people about. Not working, using their wasted time going to feminist classes and suing people and companies for discrimination, harassing men who are trying to pick up chicks, slut walks, protests about every fucking thing on the planet. It’s a waste of fucking time, and it’s all about us as a society propping up every bleeding heart “issue” that seems like the “right” thing to do.
People should be working hard, that person that works at the bookstore should be working on his scripts or degree and getting the fuck out of there, he shouldn’t have time to bother with this nonsense. All of this shit is because we have people with way too much free time, and way too many advantages that billions of others in the world don’t have. Tell me what a starving kid in some third world country thinks about feminism or being politically correct?
Societies are malleable, and we can choose to continue down the path we are on, or we can step up and say no, no more bullshit. It’s up to all of us that dwell in reality.