Among the many lies society tells young and impressionable men is that women have much more evolved social skills. In comparison, we men are awkward klutzes. There is some truth to the fact that attractive women have it easier to interact with people, the general statement is still shockingly wrong.

First, let us get the difficult case out of the way. Yes, it is true that an attractive woman pretty much only has to stand there and people, in particular men, will come talk to her. She does not even have to make much of an effort as thirsty guys will just carry the conversation. I can’t count how often guys told me about some allegedly smart woman they met. It invariably turned out that they simply met someone comparatively smart, when the comparison is with a ditz. Those guys were more than happy that a woman was able to demonstrate the most superfluous knowledge.

What normally happens is that those women tend to falter the moment you really dig deeper. I stopped asking any kind of probing questions after it became obvious to me that women who build an ego around their “edumacation” don’t take kindly to guys who show them how little they really know. In particular, I noticed this with women who were in the Social Sciences. They may want to impress you with this or that famous study they read, but they are hardly able to criticize it. Heck, most studies fall apart because their sample size is too small. Normally I got to hear a variation of “you’re just full of yourself” or “who do you think you are?”, and my dick didn’t get wet as a consequence either.

Yet, it seems to be the case that such women are used to getting praised for a bit of rote learning and regurgitating information. On the other hand, guys who are deep into a subject tend to battle it out verbally and try to strengthen their arguments. If you don’t have anything useful to say, people won’t tell you that you’re cute but instead you get told to shut up. Women often think they can parade their intellect around, akin to an expensive handbag. They normally don’t do so well in conversation. I can’t even think of a single woman who is noteworthy for her rhetoric prowess. Yet, I could name a dozen male master orators without even trying. On a side note, Camille Paglia is often used as an example of a very eloquent woman, but to me she suffers from verbal diarrhea and seemingly tries to steamroll people instead of constructing a proper and stringent argument.

The issue is that society holds women to a lower standard. In addition, thirsty men don’t dare to challenge them. Of course, such women don’t have much opportunity to really push themselves by engaging in intellectual debate. Heck, what do women write about or discuss? Sex, dieting fads, fitness, feminism. A few attempt social criticism, but among those, women who do not just parrot other people’s opinion are almost wholly absent. That does not keep Joe Beta from donating money to Lauren Southern and other women of their ilk. We would need more Karen Straughan’s, though.

All of this amounts to society playing softball with women who in turn think they can compete with men. Yet, just like with female diversity hires, the problem is that women who benefit from such schemes are often blissfully unaware of how deficient they are. Hey, they get paid the same as the men do, so they certainly are at least as good as those patriarchs because womyn are oppressed, right? On top, they don’t know of the more competent men whose job they have taken, so they end up feeling overly confident in their bubble. You may even get a job in the C suite of a huge corporation.

Being a reasonably young and attrative woman means that you get to live life on easy street. There will be problems further down the line, and that is precisely where we are going now. I have spent quite some time picking up women and by that I mean getting laid, not getting flakey phone numbers. Among others, this gave me an incredible wealth of experience with female behavior. What I found most staggering is that for some women, their world literally collapses once they enter their mid to late twenties.

“What may happen to them?”, you ask.

Here is one example: I used to date a young girl who had a severe social media addiction. She thought she was likeable, a good conversationalist, and also believed that she easily made friends. Her self-image was one of a smart and very popular person. (She did not like it when I pointed out to her that guys are only nice to her because they wanted to get laid. Also, she was of at best average intelligence, which made her behavior even more ridiculous.) To give you an idea of her personality, let me share one particular encounter with you guys.

We were hanging out at my place and about to watch a movie. The next day, she posted one quote of that movie on her Facebook wall and within one or two hours, close to 100 people, mostly guys, had commented on that. Now, imagine you post on your Facebook wall — back then that wall was actively used — something like “Just When I Thought I Was Out, They Pull Me Back In!”. That’s all you post. However, within two hours you have comments the length of your arm on your screen. There were guys who wrote a fucking paragraph in response to a movie quote. It was mindboggling to me. To put things in comparison, if I’d post a movie quote, I may get one or two likes out of pity but that would be it. Probably someone would ask me whether I’m alright. As a young, hot girl, though, it does not matter what you spout out because an army of thirsty beta men is just waiting to respond to you.

For how long do you think girls ride that wave? Not very long. In the case above, she became incredibly bitter after she realized that I was right and that guys really didn’t think she was a good conversationalist or particularly interesting to talk to. Her countless friends disappeared. Every aging woman makes the same experience until they end up as cat ladies if they don’t see the writing on the wall and get a beta husband.

If such women really had great social skills and were, for instance, great conversationalists and hugely popular, then their fading looks would be irrelevant. After all, you hang out with ugly mofos if they are interesting people. By the time women realize that they have been had, it is too late. They not only wonder where all the “good men” have gone — all the hangers-on are gone, too. I don’t even think that women can win this game. Those who don’t get raised as princesses probably have a fighting chance, but little Amanda who quickly learns the lesson that having a pussy is a great way to coast through life and doesn’t realize that she’ll get old very quickly does not stand a chance.