Кто читает на английском, спойлер: со словарём)
Книга является компиляцией постов одного юзера (Pook) с американского форума (начало 2000гг).
Интересна тем что даёт мужской взгляд из другого общества (более феминизированного что ли) на МПО. Без политкорректной цензуры.
Автор говорит о том что у мужчин убили сексуальность, сексуальность в смысле половой идентификации.
Получилось некое аморфное общечеловеческое существо, которого не хотят ОЖП.
Тогда как у женщин вполне себе чёткая демонстрация половой роли, сексуальные наряды, провокационное поведение.
“Only the Sexual Ones get the girls.”
“I don’t get it, Pook!”
So Pook took the young man to the workshop of Leonardo da Vinci. The young man sat and watched the Pook stand before a large screen. Like Leonardo’s picture of Man, Pook had one of Woman.
Pook tapped on the Woman with his pointy stick. “Women,” he said, “are entirely sexual creatures. They do not respond to your intellectualism. They do not respond to your genius. They only respond to sexuality.”
“What do you mean, Pook?”
“Most men are scared of their sexuality! Look at the chumps! They are not men; they are androgynous. They are ape-like.”
The young man wasn’t getting it, so Pook summoned up a Nice Guy and a woman.
“Look!” says Pook. “The woman has invited the Nice Guy to her pleasure palace. She is wearing sexy clothing…” (The young man merely nods and drools.) “She is being a WOMAN!” (The young man nods enthusiastically.) She simply… IS. Now look at the Nice Guy!”
The Nice Guy was very frustrated and looked extraordinarily nervous.
“Why, he is not being male. He is not being what he is. Enough.”
Pook summoned up another example.
“Here, the Nice Guy is leeching off the woman in a pathetic friendship way. Anyway, let us ask the Woman: ‘Does Mr. Nice Guy have a penis?’”
“What!? Mr. Nice Guy!? NO WAY! He could never have a penis!”
But the young man was still confused. “I still don’t get it.”
“What do you want a relationship with a girl to be about?”
“Umm…”
“Do you want to talk about DNA or genetics all day?”
The young man laughed. “Of course not!”
“Then stop talking to her about DNA and genetics! Stop talking to her about GEEK things. You do not need another lab partner.”
“I want sex. I want a sexual relationship!”
“Then embrace your own sexuality. Be a guy, talk like a guy, act like a guy. Do action things. It is one thing to talk about things you love, but most guys talk about things just to talk.”
“Sexualize myself, my appearance, and my actions, and the women will naturally follow?”
“EXACTLY!”
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=59150The guy was on a prowl for a girlfriend. He approached many girls and did everything he could to WIN them. He failed miserably.
With one girl, he brought flowers. With another girl, he brought her gifts. Yet, with another girl he brought her candy.
In conversations, he would be agreeable to everything she said. In matters of planning, he would reschedule anything and everything on her whim. The women would become his sun with his entire life merely orbiting them.
But the poor guy kept crashing and burning.
“It is because they don’t know how good you are,” older women and friends said.
Yet, the guy noticed a pattern in his crash and burns. “The only constant is I. What if it is something I keep doing?”
He stayed the same. Unsurprisingly, he crashed and burned more. Eventually, something in him snapped. “No more!” he said. “Why am I acting like a beggar? I am smart, handsome, have a future, and women ought to work to get me!”
So, thus stopped the flowers, gifts, and candy- the agreeableness, rescheduling, and revolving around her whims.
“No more pedestals!” he declared, for…
“You are the Great Catch.”
“Yes!” says the Pook. “YOU are the prize to be won.”
The young man jumped up and down with joy. “Goody! That means I get to be passive, to continue to indulge in my vaporous habits, and not do a thing to alter myself! I like to hear that because it means I am perfect as I am and ought not change for anyone!”
Pook slapped him. “Foolish youth! If you are not changed by life, then you are not living life! Only those who are not altered by life are those totally unaware of it!”
But the young man was stubborn. “I” he said with a moral tone, “will not change for anyone.”
“What about for yourself?”
“I like myself the way I am!”
“All right! Enough!”
The young man was startled. He had never seen Pook angry. “I am what I am!” he persisted.
So Pook summoned two young men. Each stood in a corner. Pook then said, “Before us are two youths who are on the threshold of life. Both have the same origins. Yet, the destinations are different. Let us look at the first one.”
What was witnessed was that young man growing up. If he got a bump on his head, he would cry to his mother. He would pull on her apron strings. He felt safety and comfort in his mother. With his father, he felt an uncertain fear within him. His father was the one who set the punishments, the deadlines, the lessons that had to be learned. He preferred the company of his mother who seemed free from those hard edges.
Now the second young man’s childhood came into view. His life was exactly the same!
“Is there a point to this?” protested the impatient young man.
“Watch,” said the Pook.
The first young man never broke free from the enticing womb-like feeling around his mother. He sought to replicate it over and over. Off he tumbled into reality like tumbleweed blown every which way by the winds of the age. He didn’t know what he wanted to do in life so he did what everyone around him did. He was captive to his friends, never seeking to break apart to tend to his own matters or such. The playtime was too important to him, a part of that sense of ease and joy he had around his mother. He eventually found a girl, chose the first one that actually liked him (or tolerated him, he couldn’t know) and married. Alas! The marriage lasted only a few years until divorce came. “Why did she leave me?” whined the pathetic male. “I CHERISHED her! I bought her flowers everyday. I sang her sonnets. I always told her I loved her!” She complained, “He disgusted me.” The man goes through life, broken and re-broken, trying fruitlessly to re-build that sandcastle of childhood fun whiles waves of reality kept on crashing down on him. He dies forgotten and irrelevant.
“Oh!” cried the young man. “That is awful!”
“What is so awful?” Pook replied. “He was, after all, just being himself! Now for the second young man.”
This young man quickly realized that childhood was over. Rather then looking towards forever replicating that sense of summer vacation of escapefulness and feminine bliss, he launched himself at reality. “I will not live my life as a nothing!” he declared. His friends and friendly were astonished at his constant self-improvement, his constant blossoming of talent and will. He, in turn, was astonished at them. “It is like,” he would say, “That they are stuck in a type of stasis. I have changed; they acknowledge that. But THEY are exactly the same!” He got to PICK what woman he wanted. He got to PICK what career he wanted. He got to PICK his destiny. He answered life’s challenges and refused to retreat from them. Whereas the first young man was defined by the age within he lived, the second young man defined the age himself! When he died, countless people mourned. For they thought he was a genius. Others thought he was talented beyond description. Yet, others thought he was touched by heaven itself! After all, how else could these poor fools realize such success? “It couldn’t have been made,” they said. “He had to be born with it.” No, it was because he was a Man who chose to ground up the world, culture, and all to his vision rather than to be grounded up into the worldly culture’s axing wheel of routine and fashion.
“The difference is simple,” said the Pook. “The first young man is facing TOWARDS infancy. The second young man is facing AWAY from infancy. The first one wishes to climb back into the womb; the second one wants to fly from it. The first wishes a cushioned place in the world while the second one leaves the cushions behind. The first one is ordinary; the second one is extraordinary. Thus, the second one becomes the Great Catch while the first one merely becomes a filler of a void.
“I see…” said the startled young man. “The second one is always getting better. The first one is always staying the same if not getting worse.”
“Exactly! It is the difference between ROTTING and RIPENING. Be the good fruit! Be the PRIZE to be won!”
This young man thought he had become successful with his desire. Boyfriend and girlfriend were they; the hard awkward early moments finally gone. All was good! Except…
“I am hungry,” (are they not always hungry!?). “Fetch me lunch.”
Poor young man! He had enough wisdom not to do this earlier, but now, he told himself, “She is my girlfriend. I must make her happy!”
He brought her lunch. After feeding her face, was she satisfied? NO! For she said, “I need to do this and this at work today. It would be wonderful if you would go get the supplies for me.”
And off the Nice Guy went! And when he returned, there was another task. Poor Nice Guy! On and on it went! More tasks, more chores, he became wrapped around her finger.
Then, it happened: “I think we should just be friends,” she said.
The Nice Guy was devastated. But also, he was puzzled. He did everything he could to please her, and this was the result?
“Ahh,” he realized. “By pleasing her whims, I lost track of mine. A servant you’ll be, a friend she’ll see. As…
“Respect is All.”
“But Pook, why!? Why would respect be so vital?”
“I’m not equipped to answer such a question. Let us ask a Great Philosopher.”
And then, out of nowhere, appeared Socrates!
“Attention Socrates! You have been summoned! Did you know that? Answer the question that is respect.”
And Socrates replied, “That’s an easy one, Pook. Where there is reverence there is fear, but there is not reverence everywhere that there is fear, because fear presumably has a wider extension than reverence.” Socrates then vanished in a whirl of bluish smoke.
“Oh wise sage! Salient soul! Respect is the realization of set boundaries. After all, how can reverence become without any sense of fear (of you walking away!)? For true passion with women can only come when the man can easily walk away; the Great Catch walking away is woman’s Great Fear.”
“Walk away?”
“Yes. Now let us ask a question to that opposite sex. Arise woman!”
The woman enters with flare and fire.
“Answer this riddle, why do men who are willing to walk away turn you on?”
And the woman laughs. “Didn’t everyone know this? A man that can walk away means that he has his pick of the litter and the woman can easily be replaced. You won’t find the lawyer or doctor or politician be entangled to a woman at first.”
“Away you go!” The woman melted in a blaze of fire and flame.
“So the Great Catch is always willing to walk away?”
“The Great Catch is respect. She is supposed to celebrate life with you, not use you as a peon. Be a man and respect attends to itself.”
