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A Boomer Horror Story: The London Mega Slut

I recently noticed a young woman in very extravagant clothing in the streets of Stockholm. My first thought was that I knew a woman just like that once. When I moved to London and started to explore clubs, I met quite a few interesting people. This included an extremely wild blonde from one of the Nordic countries. She was good-looking, tall, and in a fabulous shape, exactly the kind of woman you would want to meet when you are going out.

As much fun as my encounter with this young female was, and I had only met her a few times, as much did the occasional contact with her online sadden me. Over the years, I noticed the occasional Facebook update of her life, her struggles to make a living with her fine-arts degree, and an increasing bitterness about her dreams of living in London turning into a nightmare. One of the last posts I recall of her she even made what could be interpreted as thinly disguised racist statements about the people living in her neighborhood who apparently treated her with disrespect. Occasionally, men in Muslim head garb apparently spat in front of her on the ground to signal her disapproval of her appearance; as it turned out the hipster corner she recently moved into wasn’t quite as gentrified as she had been expecting. A little later she moved back to her home town as she has had enough. This summarizes a solid decade of her life wasted.

I don’t know how she’s doing nowadays and I have not logged into Facebook in years. Yet, the physical decline in her was quite remarkable. When I first met her she was barely 20 years old and you’d notice that she was maybe wearing sluttier clothes than other women (but she could pull it off!) and have very extravagant makeup on, like full-blown porn starlet eye shadow. When I met her during the day the first time, I was more than a bit taken aback that she was seemingly styling herself more or less the same way no matter what time of day it was. She basically dressed like a hooker and was proud of it.

The fate of this particular woman is not really the point of this article, though. From all I know, she could be doing phenomenally well nowadays, albeit I’d say that once you get to the point where you tattoo your hands and fingers you’re probably a lost cause for society. She looked so bad than my now ex-wife wondered out aloud why I’m friends with some chick on Facebook who looks like a junkie. Well, that wasn’t what she looked like when I knew her in person. Yet, she had a point.

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What makes the story of this woman so tragic is that, based on what I knew about her, she came from a very well-off family. Her father was a “super-rich lawyer” and she told me they had a huge house overlooking some lake. They were so well off that it was nothing for him to send his daughter off to London to study for five or six years and find herself (on her back). I assume that her father thought he had raised her well. People in that social class also tend to send their kids to expensive boarding schools that attempt to teach their kids proper manners, albeit I know from others who attended such schools that your mileage may vary and instead of a few shitheads in class who smoke week during recess you may have to deal with the sons of bankers who have big bags of cocaine in their room or a bunch of bullies who engage in brutal hazing rituals.

In any case, had her father not trusted her to behave well, he would not have sent her off on her own to study abroad. The education of his daughter, starting from kindergarten, probably cost him well over a half a million bucks in total. Then, once fully without parental supervision and deep pockets, she went off the deep end. I was the beneficiary of that when she was in her absolute prime, so I won’t necessarily complain but if you’ve raising your darling daughter you probably don’t want her to hang out with guys just to have fun with but who would be poor marriage prospects.

I do not know how the relationship between her and her father was but I somehow do not think that he was too thrilled when he got his daughter back years later with tattoos all over. That’s probably enough to give some guys a heart attack. The parallel to sons going astray is also rather interesting. Obviously, if you send your daughter out in the world and she comes back with little more than stories of a hundred dicks which she can’t tell you, or might tell you just to piss you off, you’d be more than just a bit heart-broken. In contrast, with a son the problem would be if he does something financially stupid such as gambling away hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Progressives may have a different view than me. Yet, I would argue that you would not mind if your daughter was a bit wasteful with money as long as she’s not utterly stupid with it. The problem would be if her actions ended up making her a lot less desirable on the marriage market. In contrast, your son could fuck as many chicks as he wanted and you wouldn’t flinch. You would only worry if he did not manage to establish himself well as this would hint at him having a really hard time in the future, not just when it comes to getting a wife of good stock, but just to survive on his own.


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6 thoughts on “A Boomer Horror Story: The London Mega Slut

  1. On the contrary, I would be immensely worried about some psychotic thot using my hypothetical Chad-son as leverage to earn money and adoration. The tribulations of Brock Turner and Brian Banks are cautionary tales that sadly are not addressed enough to young men.

    1. Interestingly enough, my phone reset itself after sending that last comment. I am a fairly paranoid person, so if this is my last comment ever, then I would like to say it was a pleasure interacting with you all here and I wish you all good luck.

    2. Let’s not be too dramatic here. While I think it is entirely plausible that the government will at one point shut down the phones of dissidents, just as it shuts them out of the financial system nowadays, we are not quite there yet. Instead, you should blame the third-worldification of software development. At least you did not sit on a Boeing 737 MAX.

  2. Funny that you say all of this. My first college roommate was a rich kid who was slinging coke to all of the hot girls. I also use to go to a house that had around 10 hot girls living there. Every single one of them were slutty and snorting coke that a frat was providing them. And I dated a girl for awhile that has super rich parents. They threw money at her, sent her to private schools, paid for hotels; the works. Anything she wanted, she got. Probably the sluttiest girl that I have ever met in my whole life. Another on point post.

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