Revenge of the Nerds
Isn’t it funny when men get the last word on women?
Isn’t it funnier when a group of nerds gets the final say on a woman who feels she is so much better than them due to a ridiculous sense of entitlement?
If you answered ‘Yes’ to both of those questions, read on.
I’m sure this has been passed around the Manosphere before and if it has, I’m sorry, but I read it for the first time last night. A female writer from Gizmodo, a tech-centric blog (and a pretty good one, I would add), went on a date with a guy she met from OkCupid. She decided to detail her experiences with the guy, then raked him over the coals in this article. Why? Well, he omitted from his profile that he was a reigning Magic: The Gathering champion.
I purposefully leave stuff out of my online profile all the time, which is done to give new conversation topics. Plus, I don’t know how attractive it would be for me to say I was the top player in the world in MVP Baseball 2005 on the PS2.
Anyway, the commentariat at Gizmodo absolutely destroyed the female writer (Alyssa Bereznak). It’s well worth your time to skip right to the comments.
Notch Or The Pursuit?
+1.
Don’t those two things look great together? I mean, it’s just an addition symbol and a solitary digit, but to most men in the Manosphere, it’s a source of pride.
If you’re on Twitter with us — which you should be (and follow me while you’re at it, @BlazeFrazier) — you’ll see +1 updates flow frequently from the likes of FFY, Professor Mentu, Gmac and occasionally myself. I’m not at their level yet.
Without fail, a steady flock of ‘Congratulation’ updates hit our mentions. While kudos are great, I’m wondering what most men in the Manosphere congratulate.
Do you congratulate the notch? Or do you commend whoever it may be on the successful pursuit from ‘open’ to ‘close,’ if you will. I strain to write those words, because you know how much I hate PUA lingo, yet some of those words fit fine.
If you’re just congratulating the notch, how are we different than a group of mouth-breathing fraternity brothers celebrating one of their paid friends taking advantage drunk sorority slut, like Kristen Saban, or a passed-out freshman?
I know we’re a brotherhood in the Manosphere, but don’t let us be just another fraternity. We, as men, should be evolved past the stage of celebrating a notch.
Alpha In Silence
See that girl up there? Keep her in the back of your mind. We’ll get to her later.
A lot has been said and written about how an Alpha handles himself. Just take a quick trip around the Manosphere to figure out what those qualities are. One of the most underrated qualities has to be how powerful an Alpha’s silence can be.
Robert Greene (and Joost Elffers) put it best in the book The 48 Laws of Power. According to Law 4, which is entitled, “Always Say Less Than Necessary,” says “…the more you say, the more common you appear, and the less in control. Even if you are saying something banal, it will seem original if you make it vague, open-ended, and sphinxlike. Powerful people impress and intimidate by saying less.”
Keep that in mind and let’s return to the girl pictured at the top of the page.
So It’s Been One Year
As of today, I’ve posted on this blog for 365 days.
I won’t say that’s when Blaze Frazier materialized, because he had been here for a while, especially in any video game where you could create a character.
This blog just became a place where I, under an alias (Blaze Frazier), could post my thoughts on life and women. At times I debated the merits of my work and what could come of it — knowing that there are far more talented writers in the Manosphere out there (I’m looking at you University of Man, The Private Man, Dirt Man, Generation Nihilism, Roissy, Chateau Heartiste and many, many others) — but I keep plugging forward, hoping there is someone out there gleaning something from my observations. If not, I’m trying my best.
In looking back at the last year, I’ve decided to break down this post into three parts — What I’ve Done, What I’ve Learned, What I’m Going To Do.
How It Should Be Done
I couldn’t help but to chuckle to myself as I pounded her doggy.
If I audibly laughed to myself, it could have been curtains. No woman wants to hear a man laughing while he’s balls deep in her from behind. That’s a fact.
“This is how it should be done,” I thought. “Blaze, when you’re on your game and you drop any worries you have, you are borderline unstoppable. Good work.”
I met this chick out by the pool of my apartment complex earlier in the day. When I got home from work, I glanced at the pool to see if there were any available prospects. There weren’t many people other than her and I didn’t even know what she looked like, but I changed into my swimwear and got over there.
