The Ineffable Mystery of Anglo Hypergamy

Because of the puritanical fictions  that prevail in Anglo-American society, Anglo women have become impossible to please by rational means. As with Christian morality (a behavioural system intimately associated with Anglo feminism), the bar has been set impossibly high. The outcome is either misandrist spinsterhood or, more often, what we see around us: a female obsession with the dregs of the male sex.  Oddly, this bizarre paradox makes sense. If no male is good enough for the Anglobitch, then rational scales of differentiation no longer apply.

This is the problem with Game and its ‘Greek’ system of male classification. The specific nature of Anglo-American hypergamy derives from a puritanical archetype, removing it from all rational rules of hierarchical classification. Since no male is good enough for her, all men are flattened into an undifferentiated, priapic horde in the Anglo female’s mind. A king is a jack is a joker… a classical scholar at Yale is suddenly no better than a murderous baboon like Charles Manson. An illiterate tramp with a ring through his nose instantly acquires the same standing as an architect, physicist or surgeon.

And this explains why exponents of Game report no special mating success in the Anglo-American world. All their 'Alpha' striving is meaningless in a misandrist culture where male status has been downgraded to untermensch levels.  While men believe in such classification systems, they have no meaning to Anglo women whatsoever. Similarly, if all women were facially mutilated at birth and forced to wear sackcloth and ashes, we would have no way to differentiate them: and with no woman higher than a four, no female hierarchy of sexual appeal could exist. Or course, most feminists would rather like that, too.

And this is what makes Game – so appealing to the logical male mind – so ineffective in the Anglosphere. Misandrist women cannot distinguish between Nobel Prize winners and tattooed psychopaths – all are men and thus worthless brutes in their entitled eyes.  And so all the Gamers’ striving for 'Alpha' status is pointless – they might as well stick rings through their noses, grow some dreadlocks and slouch the streets scratching their butts.  Indeed, as many North American commentators claim, their mating chances would probably improve if they did this. ‘Omega males’ doubtless confirm the Anglo female’s contempt for men in general. If she has to have a man, only the worst knave will do.

Gamers are wrong about Anglo women. Socons are, too. Writers like Daniel Amneus consider female hypergamy to be the ‘glue’ that binds male consent to the social order. That might make sense in less repressive cultural settings. In the Anglosphere, however, rational female hypergamy has short-circuited due to our cultural bloc’s uniquely puritanical socio-moral conditions. While alphas and high betas trudge home to empty beds or divorce threats, tramps and mass-murderers wade through tons of female flesh without breaking sweat. And so the Anglosphere falls apart around our ears. Yet still David Futrelle exhorts us all to ‘respect women’ and be ‘nice’.

Go figure.