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White ladies! Don’t mess up your chance of becoming a TradWife by wantonly offering your precious body to men, founder of warns, a dating site for the melanin-deprived, is apparently suffering from a serious woman shortage — with only one gross racist woman for every dozen gross racist men.

But Liv Heide, the site founder, warns white women that even such a lopsided ratio doesn’t mean that the women on the site can easily snag themselves high-quality TradHusbands.

“But, white ladies, don’t be overconfident,” Heide writes in a post on American Renaissance.

White trad wives are the most desired creatures on the planet, but many white women still manage to blow it because they have never been told the rules that were invented by our female ancestors to protect their daughters.

So what are these important rules? Basically, the aspiring TradWife needs to look, dress and act a bit like a current-day Stepford wife. As Heide puts it,

She dresses and behaves in a feminine way and is pleasant to people around her. Long, hair, modest but chic clothing, and a lovely smile are always assets. She encourages a man to make further moves without overloading him with information; she would rather let him find out step by step.

So definitely do not tear off your top and thrust your breasts in your date’s face while crying out “boobie time!” That’s way too much information for a man to process all at once.

A women who isn’t a wanton slut knows she needs to let men make the first move — and the second, and pretty much all of the rest of the moves.

The white woman should be reactive, which is the opposite of the sexually aggressive, dominant, promiscuous, vulgar, emotionally empty woman that modern media have taught us to be.

And whatever you do, don’t offer your precious body to anyone, no matter how white they are.

A wise woman does not pressure a man. She would not take the initiative to suggest a date, ask for his number, call, or offer her precious body. She makes herself elusive but is sweet and smiling.

So again, body-offering is right out. Don’t even think of it.

But if you’re able to pull off a decent enough imitation of a Stepford Wife, you’ll be in like Flynn, able to

bewitch a man so that he does not even know why he feels so attracted and sees this lady as the mother of his children rather than a fling.

So asking for a guy’s number is simply not done. Using feminine wiles to turn a man into a helpless slave, a-ok!

Oh, and don’t expect men to live up to your standards. They’re men, after all.

Men appreciate women with standards and values they want transmitted to their children even if they themselves are not 100 percent up to these standards. Women set the bar.

Well, get to work, white ladies, the future of your race hangs in the balance!

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90 replies on “White ladies! Don’t mess up your chance of becoming a TradWife by wantonly offering your precious body to men, founder of warns”

The white woman should be reactive, like potassium or sodium, and not like copper, just sitting there and passively forming an oxide layer.

@ Contrapangloss,

Maybe (so long as you don’t use Facebook for your livelihood) it might be a good thing to try a week off and see how it goes for your brain?

I know the chat has moved on a bit, but I thought this was a great idea. I actually deleted my FB account (partly due to FBs utter shit politics, partly for my own mental health) and it has made such a change. I hadn’t realized how much it had been negatively affecting me (both because it’s super frustrating, as Surplus has pointed out, and also because it made me really anxious) until I didn’t have to deal with it anymore.

@Bookworm in hijab : my take on facebook is that it’s a good way to find out how toxic your friends and family really are. Facebook encourage you to add as friend a bunch of vaguely related to you people, then push to you their toxicities.

I don’t actually need to know what my aunt think, thank you very much. There’s a reason for which I avoid family reunions. Same thing for workmates.

@Mogwitch @surplus. That link isn’t even detailing all the marks that exist. I mean it distinctly misses the bane of my existence when font hunting: The Hungarumlaut or the Double Acute.

Re: diacritical marks
Fun fact: I’ve read that in the 1800’s (when the Swedish-speakers were deciding the fate of the Finnish language), there was a time when some suggested leaving out the diacritics from ä and ö, because the risk of confusing words with each other is supposedly minimal. Apparently some of Elias Lönnrot’s notes can be dated according to whether he’s marking the diacritics or not.

I’m very glad we use the diacritics, because it sure is great knowing at a glance how things are pronounced. Though I assume there are very few instances when you’d confuse a wedding (häät) with clasps (haat).

Umlautsthey’re not just for dark Gothic Heavy Metal decoration! (Possibly apocryphal story: when Motörhead played their first tour in Germany, they were greeted by cries of “Moteuuurhead!” by the poor benighted locals who’d been brought up to believe that umlauts actually mean something.

Even better, Finns would pronounce Motörhead slowly and awkwardly, because in Finnish the wowels corresponding to o and ö are not usually present in the same word to avoid abrupt shifts (this concept is known as wowel harmony). Mötörhead would come off perfectly naturally (and wrongly), though.

there was a time when some suggested leaving out the diacritics from ä and ö, because the risk of confusing words with each other is supposedly minimal.

I haven’t heard of this before, but wowel harmony might explain it to some extent. It excludes the a-ä, o-ö and u-y wowel combinations, making words longer but more distinguishable.

Then again, AFAIK the letters ä and ö were already present in the Swedish alphabet that was widely used in Finland, so it didn’t cost anything to make Finnish spelling system fully phonetic.

The diacritic or fada is fairly critical (heh) in Irish.
Cáca/caca (cake/decidedly not cake)
Bríste/briste (pants/broken)
Seán/séan/sean (a name/refuse/old)
Éire/eire (Ireland/a burden)

Facebook is fine when you are careful about curating your friends. The real issue with it is a social one: once you have a Facebook account, all your racist relatives expect to be friended, and there can be social fallout if you refuse. I have a certain reputation in my family that lets me reject friend requests without any consequences, but I recognize that not everyone has that advantage.

Facebook does let you “snooze” posts from a particular person for 30 days without notifying them that you’ve done this. I wish it would let you mute them forever but small steps.


I generally refused to FB-friend anyone I didn’t hang out with offline (exceptions being close friends who had moved away), so it wasn’t about that for me. I just found in my case that the medium itself was anxiety-inducing. (And FB has a nasty reputation for allowing all kinds I’d awful stuff on its platform, so I wasn’t sad to ditch it.) That said, I didn’t need it for work or other essential communications, so I was able to ditch it without consequences; I know not everyone is able to for a variety of reasons.


The white woman should be reactive, like potassium or sodium, and not like copper, just sitting there and passively forming an oxide layer.

Last I heard, water was the major ingredient of semen.

Re the orthographics round table: Fun Fact: n̈—a measure of Spın̈al Tap’s heavy metal pretentiousness cranked Up To Eleven, because umlauts aren’t usually applied to consonants—turns out to be an actual thing in a handful of languages:

@Bookworm in hijab

I only have 30 friends on Facebook and I mostly use it to share cat pics and monitor the pages of the Satanic Temple and a carnivorous plant nursery. I was able to snag a couple of fantastic plants because I knew about the nursery’s special sale ahead of time. My dad deleted his Facebook account after he had a run-in with one of my cousins on it. Probably good riddance for him.

Umlautsthey’re not just for dark Gothic Heavy Metal decoration! (Possibly apocryphal story: when Motörhead played their first tour in Germany, they were greeted by cries of “Moteuuurhead!”

Well whenever I read Motörhead I can not spell it out as Motorhead in my head. It’s indeed “Moteeeuuurhead”. Can’t blend it out. And it’s extra funny to me that Umlaute are considered metal or hard or whatever because in German spelling out vowels as Umlaute makes your statements sound a little snobby or silly or like one of the funniest German accents: Saxonian.

@ Contrapapangloss: Thank you for your answer. The whole “evangelical” thing is something that I didn’t think about at all, despite the overlap with the whole attachment parenting hype I’m sensing. The articles and reports I saw about the topic only focused on the white supremacy background. Not sure how women who use the hastag occasionally because they like to bake are aware about any of that.

So… I treat people who proselytize the tradwife lifestyle as the only good lifestyle as highly suspicious.”

Interestingly the women they interviewed for the reports claimed it’s the “modern society” that’s forcing women into an “unnatural” lifestyle. They did not use those exact words, but that was the message and that’s what made me so suspicious. Now I’m asking myself if those women were actually influenced by religious internalized misogyny not necessarily white supremacy…

These twerps aren’t worth commenting on, but the other discussions here are really interesting.
@GSS ex-noob

I immediately stopped reading a book set in either ancient Rome or Greece in which the author had boasted about their historical accuracy and then had tomatoes on page 10.

I once had an ARC of Dunstan, by Conn Iggulden, about St Dunstan and set on 9th century England and the North Sea coast of Europe. In Bruges he ate a lovely stew with tomatoes in it. Really threw me out of the book, and all I could think about was how he’d messed up and also conflated several women into one character. I did make it clear on the review, the Net Galley feedback and on his Facebook page just how disappointed I was in him as an author who claimed to do his research.

When it comes to fantasy, so long as it’s logically consistent and not based in a particular Earth culture where it would be anachronistic, I have no problem. For instance, The Shire is an analogue of 1930s Midlands England. People regularly grew veg in their gardens, and allotments, and potatoes were common because they grow in heavy soils, produce high yields and can be grown from last year’s left over spuds. So it is entirely consistent for Sam to talk about potatoes. It would be odd in a book where the fantasy world is based on 16th century China, foe example, but not 16th century Peru. Talking of, I’m dead excited to get reading Rebecca Roanhorse’s new book Black Sun.

On the Facebook front, I deleted my Facebook 31st December 2019, for my own well-being. Seriously triggered my depression. There’s only so many times I can try to educate and/or ignore my relatives, especially the Tory-lite who think they’re Labour or outright racist, misogynist ones. It wasn’t worth it. And that was after I cleared the election/Brexit-revealed arseholes. Seriously, just get rid, it’s not worth the pain. I kept in touch with people through Twitter and Instagram instead, with the added bonus that my sisters and parents aren’t on Instagram but my friends are.

With regard to historically accurate cuisines, the origin and spread of various domesticated plants and animals is a fascinating (and sometimes surprising) topic.

Just recently I saw a Twitter thread of people arguing on whether you could (theoretically) make Doritos off the ingredients that were available in pre-Columbian Mesoamerica. Some argued that there would be no garlic, onions or cheese.

Someone claimed that there were in fact onions. I just tried to confirm this: Wikipedia says at least “a few” Allium species are native in Central America. Since many of the countless wild Allium species are edible and have been historically eaten by humans, maybe that’s close enough for the garlic and onion?

And how about cheese? Mesoamerican natives didn’t have any large domesticated mammals as a potential source of milk, though they did have dogs. Finally, someone pointed out that humans produce milk.

though they did have dogs

“Dogs milk. A fine source of vitamins and minerals. Lasts forever, too.”
“No bugger will drink it.”

Paraphrased from Red Dwarf.

@ North Sea Sparkly Dragon

It would be odd in a book where the fantasy world is based on 16th century China

Funnily enough, in the first edition of The Hobbit, there is a reference to China, and also bicycles. Which might have saved all that walking.

Not over most of the terrain they were walking on, although they can also serve as human-drawn carts for cargo, and make hauling your gear a sight easier.

From Wiki:

The highest point of Singapore is Bukit Timah Hill, with a height from ground of 165 m (538 ft) and made up of igneous rock

Singapore is flat as a griddle, a cyclist in decent shape could go one end to the other and back again in a day if they rode a fairly long day. Serious mountains are a whole other story, especially in the absence of road and/or the presence of snow. You’ll probably never have been on proper mountains, it’s a terrible place.

Dali, you have a point on mountains. However, there’s a dude from my hometown who did all his commuting by bike, even in -50F and snowy conditions. Not even a fatbike! A normal road bike, stiff frame (no front/rear suspension).

He did have studded tires, and I’m not sure studded bike tires were a thing in Tolkien’s’ time (or even much of a thing outside hyper-specific circles of biking fanatics). Also, probably not a thing in middle earth because I don’t remember rubber being a thing, and stiff tires would not be friendly or stable with studs.

Still, where there is an intense cyclist, there is a way. Even if it’a a terrible terrible way that is no more efficient (or even less efficient) than the alternatives.

I’m skeptical about the ability to mountain bike through snow in full armor, though. With giant travel packs. Balancing would be ack, and the ground loading would suck.

Especially since the bikes would probably have to be pretty heavy themselves (because aluminum refining and carbon fiber would not be things, I’d assume.

A bike pulled cart would be tricky because a bike CAN go through pretty narrow ruts if the path is well known to the rider, and carts have a width problem. But it would be easier than biking in chain mail…

Shoot, now I need to go down a bike design rabbit hole. So many thoughts! First things to check are materials availible to dwarves.

Anyone know of any nerds out there who’ve calculated the material properties of Mithril?

@FM Ox: that’s a true story, but it was the extreme confusion of Motley Crue upon first visiting Germany and being hailed as “Mutley Cruh!”

Of course, no one beats Spın̈al Tap.

Facebook sucks unless you are a large corporation, a conspiracy theorist, a Nazi, a grifter, or you really want to mess up your psyche.

I have a friend who’s on there under a name completely unrelated to her own just so that she can follow people she actually likes and wants to see their cute pets, without the massive toxicity that comes with the rest of it.

@Moggie: LOL. Kind of the opposite of what they actually want. Also, points for your avatar of Shironeko (RIP).

@Lumipuna: The city of Chicago is named that after the wild onions that grew there. Wild ramps are a big thing in the Northeast every spring. Mesoamericans also ate deer, so you could have deer cheese, which has to be better than dog cheese. But they weren’t tame, so, yeah… dog cheese Doritos it is.

@NSSD: I leave bad reviews on those kind of errors too. Fantasy is one thing, but if you’re writing historical fiction and brag on your research, I best not be seeing a tater, a tomato, maize, chocolate, tobacco, a turkey, peanuts, a lot of beans, or a capiscum,

Around here we call those foothills. My apartment’s on the slope of a hill that overtops the Cotswalds, and it’s enough lower than the rest of the hills that there’s a city here.

So do I, although it doesn’t get that cold here. Thing is, your lad was starting and ending his trips in a warm, dry building, and was only out in it for a couple hours at a stretch. Going cross-country is a whole other thing, and you wouldn’t see me doing that in the snow without I had one of those track-ski conversions.

@GSS ex-noob
Assuming it takes place in the eastern hemisphere, of course.

Re: Facebook
I use it to keep in touch with my far-flung friends and farther-flung family. I don’t see any toxic bs because I don’t associate with the kind of people who share it. It’s really quite straightforward that way.

Anyone know of any nerds out there who’ve calculated the material properties of Mithril?

Titanium. That’s what it likely were, the descriptions Tolkien gives of the properties match perfectly, and to a coal-forge metalworking society, that stuff’d be magic.

@ North Sea Sparkly Dragon:

It would be odd in a book where the fantasy world is based on 16th century China

Funny you should bring that possibility up, because here’s a passage from the Chinese fantasy novel Módào Zǔshī by Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, translated as Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by K at Exiled Rebels Scanlations (; the current Netflix drama The Untamed is a bowdlerized adaptation:

Although he was stabbed in the stomach by Jiang Cheng, Wei WuXian wasn’t concerned at all. He stuffed his intestines back into himself and like nothing ever happened, he even got Wen Ning to hunt down a few malign spirits as he bought a few large bags of potatoes.

(Upon returning home, Wei WuXian gets read the riot act by his doctor, who’s also the de facto headwoman of their ragtag refugee colony.) The setting is Ahistorical Fantasy China, where sufficiently advanced Kung Fu bestows superpowers and there’s an Empire but it’s off down the road somewhere; peanuts, sunflowers, and chili peppers are also canonically available in the book. My own handwave has been that the Elves Admiral Zheng He brought the New World produce from the West.

Threp, I’m not sold on the titanium theory. It was just becoming known as a thing, so I’ll buy that titanium might have been what Tolkien was thinking of.

But the properties aren’t quite right. For one thing, it’s a bit brittle! And still heavy enough that plates with Tolkien approved strength would still be pretty… not light. It’s a better candidate than aluminum, though, which is another of the main pet theories.

In all the threads, the only point of agreement I’ve found is that movie!Frodo should be dead from the spear, even if Mithril worked exactly as advertised.


Good point on the indoors!

I do love those goofy little ski-track bikes. Never gotten to see one in person, but they’re a nifty idea.

@Dalillama, where I grew up, the Cotswolds are cute little foothills too. Ben Nevis is a cute little foothill, above which height I lived in a city. Which had a number of towns way above it, and a proper metropolitan area conglomeration at a higher elevation than BN.

I’ll have to say that FB has lots of ways it can be used. Personally, I never friend anyone I haven’t met IRL. I never, ever browse there, never* post, and never* look at my own page. I have email notifications set up for close friends and family so that I can see what they’re doing and keep up with them.

I also use Messenger to talk to a couple of people because texting doesn’t work well due to where they/I live and those infrequent and long conversations work better for me if I can use my computer keyboard rather than the phone to type, anyway.

*for the value of never where it’s less than once a year

“‘So definitely do not tear off your top and thrust your breasts in your date’s face while crying out “boobie time!'”

“‘But… But… But… That’s the best part of a date!'”

And, as the old joke goes, “But we can’t ever go back to that Starbucks!”

As for odd historical inaccuracies showing up when one least expects them, the following is certainly the most blatant I can remember.

Years ago, I watched an historical documentary on ancient Egypt which my local Public Broadcasting station ran.

At one point, the narrator describes a particular battle (can’t remember which one), but a village is being overrun. The narrator mentions the battle destroying the village’s “corn.”

Now, being a frustrated Archaeology student, I knew that “corn” meant “grain.”

The makers of the documentary apparently did *not* because what comes pouring out of a basket that the marauders have just upended?

Maize. Native American corn cobs.

At that point, the documentary had just blown its own credibility right off the screen, and I had to change the channel.

@Lumipuna and all: this thread came in handy when I did a crossword puzzle this morning for which one of the answers was “DORITOS” and I didn’t have to waste a second filling that in.

@ obsidjag

Over here, ‘corn’ used to be a unit of length. Hence our weird shoe sizes.

I suppose now with Brexit it can be again. That’ll keep all the ‘metric martyrs’ happy.

@Alan: Indeed, I was baffled by the shoe sizes in England (are they one more or less than in the US?) but at least they also listed the size in cm, which was something I recognized.

No shoe sizing system actually describes how shoes fit, anyway; you’ve got to try on anything more complex than flip flops.


My all-time favorite is 21 Lessons of Merlyn: a Study in Druid Magic & Lore, by Douglas Monroe—which includes an ancient Druidic pumpkin soup recipe. Garnished with fresh pumpkin blossoms. In November. In Wales. In Ye Merrie Dayes of Olde. This is the same book that cites the Charm of Making from Excalibur (which is pseudo-Celtic word salad—mutilated Old Irish at best: as an authentic ancient Druidic spell.

@GSS ex-noob

Indeed, I was baffled by the shoe sizes in England (are they one more or less than in the US?)

Minus 2.

I’m 11 US, 9 UK, (and for some weird Brussels type reason 43 EU); missus is 7 US, 5 UK.

Since we’re talking fantasy, it’s probably best to think of mithral / mithril to be an exaggerated, semi-magical form of titanium or aluminum. Though there might be some alloys of those metals which are reasonably close.

In a similar way, adamantite / adamantium (or at least some versions of it) could be considered an exaggerated form of iridium steel, and orichalcos / aurichalcum could have been an exaggerated version of either aurium cupride or beryllium bronze.

I’ve now learned that my husband and I can trade shoes with the Threps, if need be.

@FM Ox: I came across that recipe too! Snort. There aren’t fresh pumpkin blossoms anywhere in the world’s temperate regions in November. And I doubt the ancient Welsh grew cucumbers either. In November, it’s turnips.

I espied a pumpkin (Halloween-standard) in a medieval English TV show or movie once. No. If there are Crusades, there are no pumpkins. NO CUCURBITA!

Regarding research failures in books, especially in fantasy books, I came across a whopper of one years ago in The Heavenly Horse from the Outermost West by Mary Stanton. Part of the magic setup (going by years-old memories here) is that one male and female horse are angels/minor gods (for lack of a better term) that rule each of the horse breeds in existence, ranked by the age of the breeds themselves.

Not too bad of a setup as I recall it, except that Stanton decided the oldest horse breed in existence (and thus highest in the supernatural horse hierarchy) was…the Appaloosa. Yes, the horse first bred by the Nez Perce Native American tribe around the late 1700-early 1800’s was thought by her to be an older breed than the Arabian, which has been around for a few thousand years at least, but in this story is only the second oldest horse breed around.

My guess as to how that error came about is that she saw the ancient pictures of spotted horses done by the cavemen, saw that Appaloosas were spotted horses, and decided those ancient pictures depicted Appaloosas. Even though a fast look at any of the horse breeds of the world books around back in the 1980’s would have given the right timeframe for when Appaloosas were first bred, let alone showed other spotted horse breeds currently in existence would have been enough to correct that error.

Otherwise I found the book pretty good, though I think Stanton could have looked a bit more into how long it actually takes for a horse to go from basically a hide-covered skeleton to being a show jumper able to clear the highest bars without knocking any down. I seem to recall that depicted as happening over a handful of months, though I’m likely misremembering the timeline there. Been years since I read that book.

though I think Stanton could have looked a bit more into how long it actually takes for a horse to go from basically a hide-covered skeleton to being a show jumper able to clear the highest bars without knocking any down.

Oddly enough, this I can answer! Mate rehabilitates seriously abused horses – his mother did it and he took over when she died – into mostly showjumpers and hunters (his particular passion. His mother used to rehab them to carriage work).
From so neglected and abused they can barely stand to first competition is about 30 months. The first 18 months is entirely physical conditioning – horses have a hell of a time putting muscle back on once it’s gone – and getting them to tolerate people near/on them. He never has more than 5 on the mend at once – they’re each rather time intensive.

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