Crappily Ever After

In my last post, I described the Blue Pill as pertaining to G.  I’m not sure if I want to use that as a working definition or not.  It’s important to acknowledge the value of ideals and seek a handy way to describe that, but I also think that the current understanding of the Blue Pill serves a useful purpose.  My take on that understanding is:

 The Blue Pill is the interpretation of reality that mistakenly replaces tangible facts with our ideals.  A Blue Pill-Eater mistakes what should be for what is.  He replaces A with G.

Ironically (or perhaps not), many Blue Pill eaters also discount what actually should be seen as ideal with outright cynicism.  These folks will often view Justice, Liberty, God, Marriage, Family, and a host of other idealized concepts with extreme cynicism.  However, I’m not sure if such misplaced realism is intrinsic to a Blue Pill mentality or not, so for now I’ll simply stick to the definition above.

Assume as much when you read me until further notice.

In the Manosphere, when we speak of the Blue Pill, we’re referring to the mentality I described above as it relates to inter-sexual relations.  Blue Pill-Eaters think that the prettiest cheerleader in school should get mad at her boyfriend for giving the computer nerd yet another wedgie and fall in love with the nerd instead because he has a really good heart.  They cling to this belief no matter how often hot cheerleaders actually do the exact opposite and laugh their asses off when the wedgie is followed up by a swirly.

I don’t object to this emphasis at all, but I don’t think we take our analysis of the Blue Pill far enough.  I’m not going to argue either correlation or causation, but as our society has become more feminized, so has Blue Pill thinking in numerous other areas.  Economics, foreign policy, and criminal justice are just a few of the ways in which Blue Pill thinking has infected our politics (if we just show criminals how much we care for them they’ll stop wanting to rob people, if we ban guns criminals will simply surrender them, raise taxes and the government will have more money, etc., etc., etc.)

But perhaps most importantly, Blue Pill thinking wrecks how we raise our children, most especially our boys.

What epitomizes Blue Pill thinking to much of the Manosphere is the fairy tale.  Along comes Prince Charming, he climbs up her hair or kisses her or throws water on the witch or whatever, and what happens next?  They “live happily ever after.”

The stories are ostensibly love stories, but they end right when the tough part begins.  Likewise with romantic comedies.  He ditches the slut and realizes how special she is, she rejects the creep who wants her at the office, their dorky best friends hook up, his bulldog gets with her poodle, they get married, and that’s it.

The stories are about love, but do we ever find out about Prince Charming getting beheaded three years later because his second cousin usurped his father’s throne and doesn’t want to leave behind any other pretenders?  Does the dashing soldier ever return from battle without arms? Does her fat cousin ever lose seventy-five pounds and come on to him in a moment of weakness, shattering their “ever after” forevermore?

No, we just assume that from the wedding day until they become a sweet old couple who fall asleep holding hands every night with fifteen beautiful grandchildren, that it all went swimmingly.

Contrast these stories with male myths.  Our stories also have endings, but they end after we get the crap out of the way, not before.  We see Rocky waking up at some ungodly hour to drink a raw egg, alone, before running himself ragged.  There are training session montages, cringe-worthy episodes in which they have to walk across glass, Male heroes usually get severely wounded and/or face death a few times before victory at the end.

And it ends when it ends.  No, we don’t necessarily find out about all the after action reports James Bond has to file, but the bad guy ends up in prison.  At least until the sequel.

Instead, if Batman Begins had a feminized plot, it would have ended the night he got his suit together and the Batmobile painted black.  “Bruce Wayne is now Gotham’s greatest crime-fighter.  The End.”

Is there hyperbole and fantasy in male movies?  Of course (my favorite example this is Commando in which Arnold lifts a phone booth over his head and rips the front seat out of a car).  But the fundamental difference is that to men it’s a story about the process, the way to get through the really rough stuff, to women it’s about getting to “happily ever after” when we know that whether or not “happily ever” happens depends entirely on stuff on things that happen “after” the credits roll.

There’s nothing wrong with the female point of view on this–it’s hard-wired into them as much as liking how stuff blows up is hard-wired into us.  The problem is that their way of thinking has become our societal default.  The Blue Pill, happily ever after, is how we train our children.

In Beta Training I discussed how many boys not only have their requisite masculine traits trained out of them, they’re told how those traits might actually hinder them as they progress through life.  As Deti describes:

Men are different. From a very early age, we learn that when we get right down to it, we’re basically alone. We’ll have to make our own way in the world, stand alone, be alone, and get to where we want to go alone. We can’t rely on a herd; we have to do it all ourselves. If we fail, we don’t have a support system to help us. We will have to pull ourselves out, alone.

As I described before, “[w]e will have to pull ourselves out, alone”, but we don’t necessarily learn that from a very early age.  Any man who’s been bothered by a bully as a boy knows the visceral resistance he has to getting help, he knows that it’s a huge test that he has to pass, but we’re now doing everything in our power to ensure he fails that test and tells the teacher.

This, as much as any failed dating strategy, is the Blue Pill at work.  The Blue Pill tells us to be nice not just to women, but to co-workers, to other guys at the bar who want to boink our girlfriends, to use “conflict resolution” skills with our bully bosses at work, and to give up our firearms so that we can live more peacefully with our neighbors.  Just follow the proper course set before you and everything will work out for the best.

Every college student who’s agreed as an eighteen year-old to go over $100,000 in debt to get a degree, just assuming that he’ll magically get a great job when he graduates has swallowed the Blue Pill.  “Hard work” doesn’t mean studying until 2 AM every Wednesday because he’ll get a 3.4 if he just shows up every once in a while (grade inflation).  The nit and grit of personal finance is irrelevant because when he’s living “happily ever after” in that upper-level executive position straight out of school, those problems will take care of themselves the same way Kate Hudson’s character’s do (ten years after the movie ends, flawlessly, and somehow).

Men are on strike, not just against marriage and family, but in their careers as well.   They were told that niceness and a “team-building” spirit was the key to having a hot girlfriend and a great job, and it’s worked out equally well in each case.  So maybe he tries to start his own business or become a guitar god, only to discover that it’s really hard to learn all those chords and that he doesn’t have what it takes to skip the parties and learn them.  He’s become way too soft.

But a Red Pill man can pull it off because he’s never bought into notion that he invariably will.  He might even get a degree, but he gets a  degree in an in-demand subject and works his ass off to get good grades, knowing that even if the economy were great, employers aren’t his mom.  He has something to prove.

If he wants to be a guitar god, he knows that the competition is ridiculously stiff so he practices both Friday and Saturday night instead of going to parties.  He knows that no matter how talented he might be, if he’s not playing until his fingers bleed that somebody else with get the record deal.  He knows that the odds are ridiculously against him, so he knows he has to perform ridiculously well to make up for it.

And if he fails at that, he’s hard enough to make it somewhere else.  He stands alone.  He can make it on his own because he knows he has to.

If he has a regular job, he’ll negotiate himself the highest salary possible and proceed to prove that he deserves it.  He’ll know that his co-workers and boss will sponge off of him if they can, but he’ll make sure that he gets all the credit due to him.

When he sees action movies, walking across broken glass isn’t some concept, he knows that to make it in this life that he’ll have other challenges that are just as difficult.  He knows that if he wants to look buff, it’s gonna hurt like hell every time he hits the gym.  Just drinking some creatine isn’t going to cut it.

He’s more realistic, perhaps even pessimistic, than his Blue Pill counterpart, but he’s far more successful in every area of his life.

For the Red Pill is about reality, and only through knowing reality and dealing with the world as it is does he have any chance of making it how he wants it to be.  Without A, G is useless.  Without the Red Pill, the Blue Pill may as well be cyanide.

And this is why (pace the lovely ladies of the Manosphere) the Red Pill is primarily a male pill to swallow.  Women can afford to look at the pretty toilet, we have to know how the damn thing works.  Like I said here, “[their] quality of life is more contingent on forces beyond [their] control.”  We have to know how to take control.

The Red Pill isn’t just about getting laid or keeping your wife happy, it’s about being a man in every sense of the word.  We can have fantasies, but we simply can’t afford to escape into them like women can.

Unfortunately, as our society becomes more feminized, so does the Blue Pill thinking in literally every area.  The Blue Pill is what gives us an unsustainable federal debt, it’s what elected a Chicago thug into the white house because he seemed like such a fairy tale.  The Blue Pill lets us vegetate to “reality” television as we ignore how our entire economy may well be a massive bubble.

The Blue Pill is what lets us give our little sweethearts “A’s” for not stabbing the teacher during class while leaving them hopelessly unprepared for anything in the real world that might resemble actual work.  Feelings and self-esteem over accomplishment has ruined as many lives as “just buy her flowers”.  Today’s softies could never survive Iwo Jima.

Which is why I’m praying that the ideas of the Manosphere start to take hold before it really hits the fan.  Our credit cards and the efforts of prior generations have shielded us from reality for so long that we’ve become spoiled beyond recognition.  We’re protected, shielded, and able to trick ourselves into believing that history somehow doesn’t apply to us.

But it does.  Will we take the Red Pill in time?

Unfortunately, I doubt it.

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15 Responses to Crappily Ever After

  1. “we’re now doing everything in our power to ensure he fails that test and tells the teacher.”

    If we don’t let them stand up to slightly-stronger 8-yr-olds, how are they supposed to stand up to the federal government?

  2. donalgraeme says:

    “The Red Pill isn’t just about getting laid or keeping your wife happy, it’s about being a man in every sense of the word. We can have fantasies, but we simply can’t afford to escape into them like women can.”

    This. Ultimately the Red Pill is about embracing reality, warts and all, rather than embracing a fantasy understanding of our world.

    As for your final question… I have to agree with you that the answer is no. Ours will not be a “Happily Ever After” ending.

    • Martel says:

      If there’s any chance whatsoever to change the world, it will only come when we recognize it for what it its.

      The Constitution demonstrates a very cynical view of human nature (can’t entirely trust judges, can’t entirely trust the people, can’t entirely trust the president, etc.), yet it allowed the greatest nation in world history to flourish.

      Ironically (or maybe not), the country in which Polish peasants who had been oppressed at home could come to live their dreams was the country that’s government was founded by men who don’t trust people not to oppress each other.

  3. “A Blue Pill-Eater mistakes what should be for what is.” …and that’s the reason for his cynicism. Because NONE of these idealized concepts has ever become reality for HIM, he ceases to believe in them at all.

    • Martel says:

      Exactly. A lot of the more recent blue-pill eaters are the most bitter. They haven’t completely let go of the fantasies yet, so they’re still let down when women behave like women do.

      But your point also carries out into the political realm. The lefties who accept that Obama might be at fault for all the scandals right now (I’m not sure how many of them there actually are yet) may well come out on the other end decrying all belief in everything. They refused to admit that their “obamamessiah” was just a smoother variation of a Chicago thug. They believed in the wrong thing, were let down (like you always will be if you believe in the wrong thing), and then give up on belief.

  4. Alan says:

    We have all gotten soft — men, women and children. It might require a lot of suffering to get us back into decent shape. Social and economic hardship are light duty when compared to war, poverty and disease. Hopefully we can wake from our collective coma before worse comes to worst.

    It won’t be easy, but it can be as simple as grasping a few truths and getting busy. Hopefully these blogs will summon more folk to the cause. Success might look something like this: Men knowing that we stand or fall on our own and need to choose the right path for ourselves no matter what comes, women admitting that they can’t do it all themselves and should cling to a “good man” who can and will keep them alive in return for some amount of affection and effort, and kids regaining respect for their elders who just might know a thing or two — after all.

    It’s a recurring dream that I have. Apparently others feel the same. Thanks, for the effort.

    • Martel says:

      “It won’t be easy, but it can be as simple as grasping a few truths and getting busy.”

      Unfortunately, human nature is such that people are very unlikely to change until the need for it wallops them upside the head.

      And therein lies the tragedy. As messed up as things are, if we collectively “woke up” we could turn it around. It would be painful, but manageable.

      But we’ve got a snooze button and I fear we’ll keep hitting it until the day that makes 9/11 looks like a picinc.

  5. I suspect enough men and women will have the red pill thoroughly a part of their lives when shit hits the fan that we’re able to resurrect some kind of stable society after it all burns down.

    I just expect to have to weather a few riots before we get to that point.

  6. donalgraeme says:

    “I just expect to have to weather a few riots before we get to that point.”

    Honestly, I think that will be if we are lucky. But I do agree that we will be be able to rebuild afterward.

    • Martel says:

      “But I do agree that we will be be able to rebuild afterward.”

      Much of this depends on who we get to define as “we”. Will pockets of people be able to forge a new life on their own, or will “we” who actually know what’s up have to work “together” with the idiots who’ve gotten us into this mess.

      Hardship can be a decision point for either good or bad. It can help you see the light and repent, or it can inspire you to double down on your error.

      And if we do get to build a Galt’s Gulch, we’d best make sure it’s beyond well-armed.

  7. Totally unrelated, but I thought you might get a kick out of this, if you haven’t seen it already…

    http://nightskyradio.com/2013/05/27/les-and-more/

  8. deti says:

    Martel:

    Incredibly good post. Spot on in every way.

    “The Red Pill isn’t just about getting laid or keeping your wife happy, it’s about being a man in every sense of the word.”

    Yes. It means we’ll have to face a lot of uncomfortable truths.

    It means a lot of men will never marry. It means that when it comes to sex, millions of men are going to do without. Forever.

    it means if women want children, a lot of them will be either single mothers, or multiple women sharing one man; and that one man will own property and a lot of guns.

    It means if you don’t know how to handle a firearm, you had better learn how.

    It means our posterity will likely not enjoy the high standard of living we have. It means the spending party train is at an end.

    It means a lot of good people are going to die — in war, from illness, from starvation, from exposure. And some of those people will be babies and young children.

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  10. But of course, in the greatest movie ever made, the man gets everything in the world… money, power, women, fame…everything he ever wanted and… ROSEBUD.

    It does not necessarily lead to happiness.

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