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Ever Been Frustrated By Western Women? Then Welcome!
"Let's just be friends." If you're here, you've probably heard this phrase a thousand times from many different women, all of whom you were romantically interested in at one point or another. You've probably also learned to recognize that it is the literal kiss of death for any potential relationship. This is usually quickly followed up with the platitude, "You're such a Nice Guy, I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship", offered like some kind of consolation prize. If you've ever wanted to tear your own face off after hearing that, you're in the right place!
This site exists for the many men who share this experience! In fact, there are scores of guys out there for whom this story plays out every day. Most of them were raised to be honest, decent and kind to others, which is (we are told) what women want from a man. Yet somehow they always end up passed over as potential partners. How many times have you sat down and re-assessed what you did wrong or failed to do and resolved to be an even better, kinder and more generous man in the future? Have you tried and tried and tried and perhaps finally reached the conclusion that you are simply "broken" and there is nothing more to be done? Don't despair, because you are not "broken" and the truth of the situation is incredibly simple, yet it is one that few people dare utter. The truth is, American Women (mostly) Suck!
I believe the situation can be summed up best by this infamous quote which has been floating around the Internet for some time now:
A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, "You're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way." For the guy, this is roughly the equivalent of going to a job interview and the company saying, "You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired."
Whether it's their gleeful sexism, their excitement at gossiping behind the backs of their "best friends", their willingness to take advantage of a man's generosity and then dispose of him when he is no longer of any use, or their inability to maintain stable long-term relationships, it's not hard to see that American women mostly suck once you begin to contemplate the radical idea that you might not be the problem. Worse, American culture actually celebrates their special kind of anti-social behavior!
So, if you'd like to know more about this site and its history, and why American women mostly suck, click here. If you'd like to chat to like minded men and women (yes we have supportive female readers), click here. Most importantly, if you'd like to tell me how much you hate me (and if you do, I suggest you don't read or try to understand anything on this site), then please click here.
NEW! - 25 October, 2015
Written by NiceGuy
I think that pretty much everybody has thought about committing suicide at some point in their lives, perhaps at multiple points. Nonetheless, I still get the feeling that I've thought about doing it more often than most other people have. My suicidal thoughts would sometimes creep up on me, usually in response to certain kinds of situations. I think the first time I ever felt that way was back in 5th grade. Things just felt crushingly hopeless and I thought about ending it all.
Whenever things got really bad and I really wanted to end it all, I would inevitably start to wonder: how I would go about doing it? What would be the best way? Rather fortunately, I guess I don't have a very good imagination for those kinds of things. Whichever way I was going to do it, I wanted it to be minimally painful and very quick. Nearly instantaneous, if possible.
A handgun seemed like the most standard way. Not exactly original, but it would do the job. Boom. Dead. Simple, right? But then again, I'd never handled a gun before. I might, like, accidentally blow off my own thumb or something. And let's say I put the gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger? In my mind's eye, I pictured the bullet cleaving neatly through both halves of my brain and making a clean exit wound, leaving me paralyzed on the floor. There I would lay, unable to move, fully conscious as I bled to death for an hour or two while the top of my head was erupting in volcanic levels of searing pain the whole while. Yeesh, forget about that!
Oddly, another thing that dissuaded me from committing suicide was the fact that I have extremely bad hand writing. If I were to write a suicide note, no one would be able to read it. How embarrassing would that be? In my imagination, I envisioned the county coroner standing in my apartment over my dead body. He'd pick up my blood-stained note and peer at it all squinty-eyed. He'd turn it around a few times, trying to figure out which way was up.
"What the hell is this?" He'd grumble. "Is this in Hebrew?"
Then he'd fax it to some forensic specialist in Israel who'd fax back: "No, it's just sloppy English. Don't waste my time with this crap."
So, yeah, that's how I imagined my suicide would look. It just didn't seem like a very good idea. Really though, what eventually convinced me to not kill myself was the understanding that, no matter how bad life seemed at the time, suicide would be a permanent solution to what might turn out to be a temporary problem. There were so many things that I really wanted to do in life, it just seemed like a bad idea to not be able to do them.
Suicide is really a big killer. Something needs to be done on a society-wide level. But here's the thing about suicide... here is the hard implacable fact that nobody wants to talk about in a serious, penetrating, honest way - suicide is a killer for a fuck-ton of men. Not women, men. And in reaction to that fact? Society offers a collective yawn.
Why is that? No, seriously, why is that?
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