Good news, everyone! Another Red Piller has made another terrible short film!
“Naughty Nomad,” a Red Pill travel writer who claims to be known as “The Indiana Jones of Pussy,” has produced a not-quite nine-minute film called I Can Do Better. As he explains it on his website, the little drama “explores themes like hypergamy, female entitlement and spinsterhood.” So if you’re into all that you are in luck!
I don’t want to spoil anything, but rest assured that in the film an old woman apparently sort of regrets rejecting some dudes back when she was younger.
The film isn’t as technically, er, challenged as Davis Aurini’s masterpiece Lust in the Time of Heartache, nor does it include any play-fighting ninjas in fedoras and ill-fitting suits. But it makes up for these deficiencies with some awesomely inept acting — and a script that seems to have come straight from the Red Pill subreddit.
In the film, set in the present day, a young woman named Sonia with an assortment of hair styles rejects a succession of suitors, declaring each time that she could “do better.” (Evidently she is supposed to be aging, as everyone knows that young women with shoulder-length black hair eventually mature into women with long blonde hair.)
In the final scene, also seemingly set in the present day, Sonia has suddenly been transformed into an old woman. But she’s up to her old tricks, rejecting a similarly old suitor because she still thinks she can “do better.” At least that’s what she tells her son and his family, who are waiting in her apartment to drink coffee and eat cookies with her.
But then they suddenly vanish. See, they were imaginary, because no woman who rejects dudes that other people think they should be grateful to date can ever hope to have children.
Apparently this is supposed to be a sad ending, at least for her, even though she gets to eat all of the cookies herself.
There is also a Russian version of the film, in case you were wondering, “hey, is there a Russian version of this film?” Though I’m not sure why you would be wondering that, frankly.
H/T — TheBluePill subreddit
“I mean, the sound wasn’t great, but it was still better.”
Well, birdemic did set the bar pretty low, what with the sound dropping out in one of the first scenes.
On the plus side this thing wasn’t as long as birdemic… and while the bar scene was weird, it wasn’t as weird as a completely empty restaurant with a guy singing a song about hangin’ out with the family.
I was sort of expecting narration/voice over with the end scene of the mra service announcement. “Every year, hundreds of spinsters suffer severely lonely lives…. you don’t have to suffer their fate…. something something give guys a chance… something something don’t die alone, eaten by your cats.”
I agree that poorly animated, highly explosive birds would improve this and other videos.
On a different note, her imaginary son was annoying…. pestering her about the flowers.
Note date: 1950
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article26689861
Recent remarks on spinsterhood are enlightening, but none touches on the truth — that the modern woman is a spinster mostly by choice. Her status is envied by her married sisters, particularly when the newly-wed wife is expected to continue wage-earning to help support her husband.
If nothing else, exploding birds would give the cats something else to eat
whimsical short article on spinsters and their cats
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article118491617
@Argenti- I make that mental connection to role player too, every time! Then I’m like “Well, that doesn’t make sense…oh, silly me!”
The “Indiana Jones of P****”? Does that mean he stumbles into them, invariable sets of all the traps, then gets chased away by natives and/or nazis? Sounds about right, if you ask me.
Also, does he think they belong into a museum?
I also think it never occurs to these redpillers that maybe they aren’t relationship material. Or that they don’t *have* to be in a relationship/marriage, for that matter. Not everyone is suited to relationships (despite our inherited cultural baggage about families, partnering, etc) and many people just don’t cope with the inherent give-and-take involved. I get the impression some of these red pill types have realised relationships are not for them, but have come to this conclusion for the wrong reasons (blaming women, rather than taking honest stock of their own wants, issues and shortcomings). I also think the amount of effort involved in maintaining a relationship is well beyond what any of these redpillers/MRAs/PUAs is actually willing to put in. They just expect a marriage to happen, and last till death, without any actual work.
David,
I don’t know if you read all the comments, but apparently the manosphere is having a tantrum over the Sarah Silverman T-Mobile superbowl ad. Might make a fun topic for a post.
Indeed. My wife made the huge mistake of saying yes to her first husband’s proposal because even thought she wasn’t at all sure whether the relationship really had a future she’d bought into the delusion that marriage would somehow magically strengthen it.
Fortunately, there were no kids so she was able to leave him relatively easily eighteen months later (by which time it was obvious to everyone but him that things weren’t working), and the even happier ending is that both ended up meeting and marrying far more compatible people and starting families with them.
In other words, yes you probably can do better. Although “better” doesn’t necessarily mean “a superior human being all round”, it can simply mean “someone more compatible”. It’s hard to judge given that the acting was so horrific, but the total lack of chemistry between the woman in the video and her various suitors spoke volumes in itself.
Disclosure: Did not watch the video, because eurgh.
I’ve heard this whole warning about having too-high standards, so you completely miss the perfectly nice dude who would totally make your entire life happy, for as long as I can remember. From the number of warnings I’ve heard about it, you’d think this was epidemic among young women.
The number of women I’ve actually witnessed doing it, though? Zero. Not a blessed one.
I mean, I’ve never heard anyone go, “Well, this guy really gets me. He’s smart, funny, and pretty much has his act together when it comes to knowing How To Adult. We enjoy each other’s company and have compatible values. Buuuuut…. what if there’s one out there JUST LIKE HIM but with WASHBOARD ABS, too? I’d better not tie myself down yet!”
If you like somebody—really, really like somebody—you’re too busy counting your lucky stars to be with them to ponder if there’s a hypothetical better person out there. If you find yourself thinking, “I can do better”, it’s almost certainly because something in the relationship is making you unhappy. That might be on you, that might be on them, that might just be on the fact that dating can be super awkward and not work sometimes. But it’s probably a good sign that no, you should definitely not sign a lifelong commitment with that person.
@mildlymagnificent
Reminds me of that one japanese girl’s mag that published a survey in which a significant percentage of the men they asked said that yes, there are situations in which they are entitled to get sexual intercourse and they’re willing to get it through force. The same article then went on to offer tips on how to get out of being date-raped somewhat safely.
And, conversely, when you do meet the right person, there’s every likelihood that you won’t be 100% compatible if you work things out via a mental box-ticking system.
My wife cheerfully admitted that she lied about her various cultural interests when first dating me because she thought that this might be a deal-breaker – and I think she might have been right, were it not for the fact that we got on so well on a basic chemistry level that it rapidly became obvious that it didn’t matter that we weren’t into the same books, music, films or what have you.
Come to think of it, we still aren’t to this day – but I actually think that it’s good for our kids in the long term that her interests are mainly medical and scientific and that mine are mainly cultural – it means they’re getting a nice wide range of influences and examples to help them follow their own path. And it’s not as though we don’t have plenty of other friends with which to share our own individual interests.
We do, however, have a virtually identical sense of humour. Now that really would have been a deal-breaker.
[quote]Apart from the dating foreigners part, I’ve read that the hostile sexism of Japanese society generally is as good an explanation as any for the general reluctance of young Japanese women to marry and/or have children.[/quote]
Have you ever lived in Japan for any period of time?
Ah, that’s not how you make quotes. Silly me.
Angular brackets, and “blockquote”.
I like the way my husband and I did it.
On our third date (when it felt like things had the potential to get very serious, very quickly), we spontaneously turned a visit to a quirky diner into a “here’s all the things that significant others have hated about me and that you nigjt find to be deal breakers” session.
“I’m pretty much a woman. I mean, my inner woman is very strong – she also happens to be a lesbian yelling, ‘I LOVE VAGINAS!’ – but I’m sensitive, don’t like sports, love foreign film, and sulk if I don’t get cuddles.”
“I’m really masculine! Well, that’s what Imve been told. I’d much rather spend Friday night playing videogames and eating pizza than going out…so, I guess if I’m a man, I’m a 13-year-old geek.”
“I hate going out! Not hate-hate, but I light to go out about once or twice a month, tops. I’m a homebody.”
“And I’m a mess! I don’t mean to be – I always mean to pick up, and *can* if I find a way to distract or slap around my ADHD long enough – but it’s boring and I get distracted.”
“I am the worst gift giver. I think that I’ve picked out something good, but it’s usually awful.”
We laughed and talked and disclosed with extensive anecdotes for hours. The waitress had to kick us out at closing.
It’s not for everyone, but it was grand for us.
On our first Valentine’s Day, we went to GameStop and picked up a few local co-op FPSs and then watched something by Werner Herzog for a class he was teaching (as a grad instructor) <3
I'm seriously getting all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.
*goes to send mushy texts*
Kootiepatra, counterpoint:
My sister does this. More specifically she refuses to “settle” for a “chubby chaser,” which is to say that if a man finds her attractive at all she assumes he’s fetishizing her and will cut him off. She is holding out for a guy who will not be attracted to her body at all but will be so overwhelmed by her brain that he loves her.
She is however the only person I’ve ever encountered who did this.
I’m with you on there.
It’s so inconsiderate to just dump yor kids on your parents/in-laws – children can be wonderful little ewoks, but they can also be exhausting.
Back when I was an undergrad (the first time), a childless professor of mine watched her godkids for a long weekend.
“I’m in my mid-40s, and I’ve literally ever sat down and mindless watched TV…but I did every night as soon as they were in bed. It’s not that I had no energy, I had no attention. They used up all of my attention.”
Grandparents, even those who love their grandkids specifically and children in general to pieces, have done their “time”.
I actually have a dream/plan: To add to our house/convert some spaces as time and money allows to make room for my Mom once she gets a bit older – not so she can be a back-up babysitter, but so she can spend her old age not having to worry about property taxes and bills and can focus her time and money on doing whatever the hell she wants (and, since we’re in the US, on healthcare *I Love Lucy Ewww face*).
Want to putter around in the garden?
Right there, no pressure to produce.
Want to take art classes?
Right down the street.
In the mood for yoga? Swim therapy? A walk around a public park?
Right this way.
Don’t feel like cooking?
You’re welcome to our meals.
don’t want to see us?
We won’t bug you (my plan is to either make a semi-isolated and well sound-insulated area with a kitchenette and desperate entrance or construct/set up a detached structure, depending on what funds and the county allow).
*squints*
I didn’t mean for this to turn into such a long tangent.
Here’s something to pay for my teal deer:
http://imgur.com/nXDvfI0
*Seperate entrance + other typos.
Picking this out on my phone while nursing a fire.
I think Naughty Nomad is doing a bit projecting here, isn’t he the one who hops from bed to bed rejecting any girl who doesn’t meet his high standards (apparently)? Reverse the genders and you’ve got the life cycle of your average PUA.
I am working on my own visual rebuttal to this nonsense, I hope to link to it later today. (It won’t have the same stellar production values as I’m just doodling it in Google Paint).
Given the choice between ending up with a Red Pill guy and ending up alone, most sensible women I know would choose the latter
walter
I haven’t. But a cousin has been teaching undergrads in a Japanese university for the last 20ish years. He’s no feminist. (He’s one of those freeze peach, I can say what I like, types.) But his views on ordinary or popular Japanese culture and behaviour are much the same as mine.