This is why I’ve developed the Alpha Triad… to understand what are the fewest but essential elements of Alpha… the Dynamic, Passionate and Authentic traits and displays… and then why is this useful? And then how is this used? Those are different order questions.
So I think there is universal acknowledgement that women are attracted to Alpha. If anyone disagrees with this, just move on to your own thing. You are at the wrong table.
Then consider that I’ve posed the question here just on this thread five or more times “What is Alpha?” and zero have an answer… and I know why… because they know they do not really have an answer and understand what Alpha is, and as dogs will come up with huge dog lists of what they believe is manly or cool or seductive or this or that… [Money!, Honor!, Courage!, Muscle! a big dick!] which serve no purpose because there is no consistency in application…
1. Laser eye her on approach
2. Stand facing bar with your palms on the bar shoulder-wide apart.
3. Hold the handshake a bit longer.
3. etc, etc. just quick stuff I can remember
These are just actions that can be met with revulsion and disinterest unless there is that something giving them life, that spark… that radiance of Alpha…
Absent living a dynamic, passionate and authentic life… you get meh response or you get PUA “fake it” response…. which can work in the short term… but you are juggling a process… you are not merely living a process…
So looking for the explanation of what is Alpha, what types of guys – universally – are women attracted to – and this is a key point for those without access to a dictionary “attracted to” has a specific meaning, i.e. it does not mean HAS SEX with necessarily (a confusing point for the absolutists) I looked about… I looked at historical figures, I looked at contemporary figures, I looked at my friends and my own life… and discovered three things… the irreducible elements of what is Alpha… the things that explain why women are attracted to both the lying, cheating petty criminal and the Rich, Eagle Scout Church Deacon CEO. That they and all in between the extremes have in common… they are dynamic, passionate and authentic…
And I cogitated a hypothesis as to why these three, posted in summer of 2014… can’t find that one but here it is anyway:
Dynamic – a bias for action, initiation, invention. These are male life giving and sustaining traits. A man siting on his ass ain’t bringing in mastodon meat or discovering how to make fire or exploring and conquering new territories or defending existing ones. Male dynamism is the corollary to female reproduction and nurturing.
Passion – a hunger for increasing knowledge and skill. Passion is the fuel for dynamic endeavor, informing and amplifying. Passion brings life to the male trait of mission, which drives the larger society forward in the same way a female’s biological mission is to bare children – but on a broader basis. Passion reveals the mysteries of the cosmos underpinning navigation and exploration, the relationship of musical notes creating Bach’s fugues and the development of medicine.
Authentic – male truth, the counter to female truth which is emotion. Being who you are by living as you say. This is independent of any moral judgement. Authenticity is the bedrock of leadership. So when you declare to drive your enemies from their land, raze their buildings and salt their fields you mean it AND you do it. Walking the talk even when difficult.
and lo and behold… these traits go on to explain why a sensitive slight vegan artist and a muscle bound sadistic football player fratbro both have women falling over themselves…
Is The Alpha Triad a process? No. Never was. However it is a shorthand guide, navigational beacons… when you are acting and displaying the Triad Traits you are projecting Alpha. If you want a “process” well that is where the Platinum Rule comes from… Do Whatever You Want Whenever You Want To Do It. This is a reliable way to start to become dynamic, passionate and authentic.
But Alpha can have a lot more attributes!
Yes. But what are the fewest? That is the point… the fewest… the easiest… the simplest…
But will I get laid man displaying the Alpha Triad!!!!? LOL
That is still going to depend on you… this is where Mystery Method and certain Game techniques come into play… and you view “Game” as understanding a language… the female Language of Seduction. It is important to learn a language when you are trying to communicate with people who only speak it… But language is only a tool… It is not a mental Point of Origin, an ethos, a philosophy or self actualization… It is a method of communication [i.e. “he just gets it”]
But guess what? If you pursue the Platinum Rule and start to live a dynamic, passionate and authentic life – YOU become your MPO… YOU become the focus of your life. EVERYTHING else is an adjunct to it and in SERVICE to YOU… Pussy comes down off the pedestal… shit tests are easily passed… AMOGing disappears… You never run out of things to say…
In short… women become attracted to YOU for you…
Ever heard of the cool new video game that teaches dudes about GAME through a series of interactive lessons (and skewers feminism at every turn)?
Just a thought guys.
I have a theory. A woman who insists on keeping her maiden name and going with a hyphen last name is more likely to cheat on her future husband, thus future husbands should avoid this big mistake.
Any husband that allows this is a pushover to a hamster.
Any woman asking for this is a selfish bitch.
This about it. A woman with a hyphenated name is not equal to the husband. See how the following sound:
Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith – nice and homogenous. Equal and together.
Mr. Smith and Mrs. MeeFirst-Smith – complicated and selfish. Unequal and segregated (like the term African-American).
I’ll try to find divorce records and see if I can find a difference between hyphenated names and regular names.
I was at Chipotle yesterday and I’m in line behind a man and his son. The dude looks like a docile herb, but on the higher end of the scale. He’s quiet and his, say, 7-year-old son is next to him displaying the same quietness and passiveness. In front of them is a woman holding a little girl in her arm with another 3-year-old girl at her side. She’s tall, slender and has that nice-girl look – not too much makeup, talks pleasantly and holds herself well with slight modesty to her vibe. She orders what seems to be a lot of food for her and her two daughters. They scoot up a bit in the line.
I’m expecting the guy and his son to scoot up a bit since it was now their turn to order, but the guy doesn’t order, just scoots behind the woman a bit looking like he’s lost or awaiting some sort of instruction. I’m wondering if the guy already ordered or if he’s just going to follow the line until he reaches the cash register and ask for a drink or something. Then it happens.
The woman turns to the man and says, “Get us some napkins and grab a table, okay?” The guy barely whispered a response and him and his son scurried off as instructed.
Another defeated man spotted. I ordered and left.
The whole incident only took one minute but it revealed so much about this guy. Here was a man that was totally willing to take the position as back-seat observer to whatever his wife was initiating. Prior to my red-pill discovery, I would not have noticed such gutlessness.
Here’s what this guy should have done. He should have walked IN FRONT of his wife, asked her what she wanted and told her to get some napkins and save a seat. He should have done this so that his son sees what leading the way looks like. But this kid, through his father’s inactions, will learn to follow behind a woman’s whims and to become a white-knight or manboob.
What a sad sack that guy was. I wanted to tell his so SO FUCKING BADLY.
Again, the woman carried herself quite pleasantly, and she seemed to be a feminine, demure woman that any guy would like to meet. But, she was calling the shots and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind someone giving her a one-minute break.
Let’s compare how tough life is between the sexes by starting this debate at the biological process of sex itself.
A woman’s egg get’s released from the ovaries and makes it’s way to a fallopian tube – but how? Does the egg have legs? How about a tail? How does it propel itself to it’s destination, thus earning itself pride in having broken a sweat in the whole reproductive adventure? It doesn’t propel itself. Like Cleopatra having four beta-orbiters carry her around on a litter, the egg floats along it’s route on a rainbow-river of fluid, like a butterfly, carefree and lazy, able to use it’s iPhone to check Facebook updates until it’s subsidized trip of leisure is complete.
And does the egg have competition from other eggs? No, the egg mustn’t fight 90-500 million other eggs, each frantically rocking about trying to crack each other into egg omelets to ensure victory. Why? Because only one egg makes the journey. Like an evolutionary governmental minority set-aside policy, competition is kept away from our solitary snowflake of an egg.
And where are these eggs stored until it’s time for their journey? In some thin carry-on bag someplace vulnerable outside a woman’s body? No, the eggs are safely inside the woman’s body, making it virtually impossible for someone to yell, “Kick her in the nuts,” and damage the fragile egglettes.
Let’s compare the journey of the egg to the journey of the sperm.
Are sperm kept inside a nice safe place inside a man’s body? No, they are kept in a paper-thin bag that is easy for a feminist to yell, “Kick him in the nuts,” and succeed in doing so.
When a man ejaculates, does only one sperm come out, thus making it feel like a special snowflake, a chosen-one to go on a special journey of eat/pray/love self-discovery? No, some 90-500 million sperm must compete for the prize of reproduction. Only the strongest of the lot will succeed. Only a 1 in 500-million chance of success – how’s that for a tough dating market?
And do these sperm get to float on a liquid raft on their carefree destination to the egg? No, in fact, the sperm have tails so they can swim against the current of the female’s vaginal flow that is actively trying to keep all intruders out.
Once the ToughMudder physical journey is complete at the egg, do the sperm get invited into the egg with an open door, a smile and a nice home-cooked meal? No, the egg acts like it isn’t home, and the sperm must use their enzymes to chisel through the fortress walls — before other sperm do the same, or a woman’s natural defenses kill them off.
That’s amazing stuff!
You were right feminists!
Women do have it soooo much tougher then men right from the get-go.
Vox had a great point regarding game:
Pick-up artistry is merely the tip on the iceberg of Game. The same elements that the pick-up artists utilize are, necessarily, present in all other inter-sexual relations. So not only does it make perfect sense for Game to be of utility in other applications, it is entirely illogical to claim that it is even theoretically possible for Game to be limited to the art of picking up women.
Yet, I’m still left with the question: What is the best way to convince an entrenched blue-pill beta to take the red pill? You can’t break a beta without a blueprint.
If I had the money, I’d offer all game bloggers $1,000 to come up with the best, say, 10-page tutorial/crash course that a reluctant blue-pill beta could read to get him through the door.
Sure, I can say, “Read this site’s archive, then read this book, then check out this post comment, but surely someone can come up with THE BEST intro – one that most Game bloggers can agree on.
I’m sitting here wondering how I would begin to talk to my young cousin about Game. Seriously, think right now about the first thing you would say to someone new to game. Do you know how you would begin your first sentence? Do you know all the points you’d cover? Do you have great examples to back up your points?
I’m going to make an attempt at it on my own, but I’d love everyone’s input.
My Blue-pill path the Red-pill bliss is:
- Ask betas about the Matrix movie and whether they would take a pill that would change their lives and how they view the world, and let them know that practically everything they know about relationships is a lie. If they say they would take the pill, proceed with the next step. If they say they wouldn’t take the red pill, leave them alone.
- Read them the definition of Game. Game is …. (See, I don’t know where the best definition is right now and I’ve been reading about game for over a year. I SHOULD know this, but I don’t know the best definition. Seriously, big dog Game Bloggers, have a competition in your comments section for the best fuckin’ definition of Game. Update: Best definition I’ve found is located at the Red Pill Room. My modified definition that Heartiste apparently left one time in a comment, would be : Game: A tool to transform mundane male personality into mesmerizing so that women find you sexually attractive and other men admire you.)
- Show them real-life examples of blue-pill dudes using game to better their positions in their relationships. Heartiste’s Relationship Game Week Post is the best place to begin that I know. Even if the beta isn’t in a relationship, something about seeing real-life relationship stories about how game works shattered my own resistance to accepting that Game was much more than the asshole tactics I thought they were.
- Now that their resistance had been shattered, they need a general blueprint. The 16 Commandments of Poon are a good start.
- Now we need to get them out there and trying new stuff. Roosh’s books Bang and Day Bang are great resources for singles, and if they are married, they need Athol’s book/site.
- Tell them to read all the archives of all the popular game blogs until they are caught up. A good aggregator of game sites is Viva La Manosphere.
I’m hoping the big dog Game bloggers will take this challenge. I’m hoping that these bloggers will ask themselves how they would define what game is and how it works to a paying client and come up with an outline. I”m trying to think of this as an instructor would create a class curriculum.
Even though I take my red pill vitamin daily for over a year now, I still stumble and miss out on saying or doing something that would have been more alpha/ballsy/witty with females I pass. I’m chronicling them here.
I walked into the parking garage and this girl was unpacking her trunk and talking on her phone. She had what one could classify as brick-house-ass – nice as hell ass stuffed into some yoga pants that loved the working she was giving it as she bent over. As I passed her, she said really loudly, “Hello?” as if her connection sucked (or an alpha was ignoring her on the other end). I simply walked by, but a few seconds later I realized I should have said, “Helloooooooo” back, which would surely have made her turn to look at me, at which point I would have winked as she noticed my smirk.
Small failure. Lesson learned. Always be in frame; always game.