Picking up women is a hobby usually practiced after the sun sets. Don’t pretend that nightclubs, lounges and most bars aren’t catered towards lonely losers looking to lay some ladies. When you dress up in your Friday night best and hit the nightlife circuit, you’re competing with countless other guys looking to scale the castle walls and take the princess slut home. A lone shark in a tiny pool desperately racing for chum, inflating the egos of the women you all hit on, increasing the chances that the only woman you’ll be going home with is Rosie Palmer.
During my time in the oil patch, my best friend was Billy, a kid I’d met on a insulation job near the Little Muddy River. Billy was a great example of how the hydrofracking boom was benefiting men who were down on their luck. He had come to North Dakota from the Deep South with literally nothing but the clothes on his back, after spending much of the past few years variously abusing meth and living on the streets, his home life an utter mess. A month of temping in Williston and he’d earned enough to not only feed himself, but buy a laptop, a cell phone, an MP3 player and stash a good deal away.
As I mentioned two weeks ago when I shuttered the comments on this blog, if you really want to respond to something I’ve written, you should get your own fucking blog. I think everyone (and by that, I mean everyone with an IQ over 120) should have a blog. My friend Edengard has just started a blog, and you should make like him for the following reasons.
As I’ve mentioned before, periods of incredible pain and bad luck in my life are followed with periods of amazing good fortune. After landing in Snoqualmie, on the fringe of Seattle’s eastern exurbs, I not only found myself up $20 and a free dinner, but free bus fare to Seattle.
Here are some pictures from the last few days of my trip.
I’m going to drop a bit of truth here that will likely piss some of you off:
There is very little in the manosphere that is original.
A collective of men who’ve shucked off mainstream society to fuck girls, quaff beer and do obscene amounts of illegal drugs? No really, it’s been done before, going all the way back to the days of Rome. Hemingway, Bukowski, Miller; this path was worn deep long before we took our first baby steps.
There is nothing quite like getting hit between the eyes with a strong dose of the truth. There is nothing that prepares you for the epiphany that follows when you realise that you have been ripped off, lied to, and kept in the dark for much of your life… and that you can do something about it.
The Equality State is a perfect storm of hellish conditions. Beyond the fact that it’s only one of a few states where hitching is illegal, it also has a paucity of actual drivers, being the least-populated state in the Union. And too many of those drivers are insular pseudo-militia types who’d rather get pegged with a spiked dildo than pick up an out-of-stater.