In order to stay up-to-date with normie thinking, I skim a particular German news site daily. It is called welt.de, in case you are curious. A decade or so ago, this was a pretty serious newspaper. Nowadays, though, they have a lot of gossip on the front page, even though normally those articles are placed below the fold. In this section they commonly have multiple stories that clearly address women, covering topics of global importance such as why single men in their 50s are losers, right next to an article on why the 30s are the best years for a single woman. Needles to say, all of this is total garbage.

One recent article was about the women men remember on their deathbed, which was the most bizarre piece of mainstream writing I have come across in a while. The female author of this piece made the claim that men do not really think about any of the women they were in a relationships with, or the random women they had the best sex with. Oh, no, what they really think of are the women who were the best kisser! My first thought was that this article must have been written by a woman who at best gets a kiss from some drunken Chad every once in a while but then he excuses himself because she is so crappy at it. As kisses are all she clings to, she elevates them to this absurdly elevated status.

Another aspect is that there are probably few (Western) women out there who think of themselves that they are not great at anything they have ever tried, and if they mess something up it is simply due to the glass ceiling, the patriarchy, or something else. There is also a strange inverse correlation, albeit not a perfect one, where women who boast about their prowess in the bedroom — yes, they exists — almost invariably turn out to deliver a subpar performance. I guess after having gotten ran through by a dozen or more guys, they simply go through the motions and believe that because so many men have sex with them they must be fantastic in bed.

Overall, I also have the impression that men leave a much bigger impression on women than the other way round. The “alpha widow” phenomenon is a good case in point. They bang one Chad in their youth and lust after him even two decades later. Perhaps you have also had the experience of a woman you hung out with a few years ago reaching out to you again. Probably you do not really care about them at all anymore. Speaking from a Chad perspective, it is furthermore the case that at some point, it all becomes a blur and you may have a hard time recalling what some woman you banged in a club in-between two DJ sets even looked like. I had encounters where women excitedly ran up to me, telling me that they are so glad to have bumped into me again, and I had absolutely no idea who they were — and they were not mistaking me for someone else either.

The kind of man the narcissistic female author of the aforementioned piece wants to be remembered by, on their deathbed, no less, will not be thinking of her. In fact, I have a hard time imagining any guy in middle age or above conjure up memories of some random slut they spent a sliver of time with decades ago. On the other hand, I can very well imagine a die-hard feminist cat lady obsessing over that one hot guy she managed to “kiss” by ambushing him in a club, shoving her tongue into his mouth, before he pushed her away in disgust. Such a scene may very well be the sexual high-point of her life and a cherished memory, even though she probably would describe the situation a bit differently.