Updating My Blogroll

I’m noticing my blogroll is a little out of date…

I have some ideas for some of the fresh blood and up-and-comers that should be added.

But I also want to open the floor to suggestions.

Who are the best Manosphere bloggers out there right now?

I’m sure there are a couple who I haven’t had a chance to discover yet. The fact that this corner of the web has grown so much is exciting, but I can’t keep up with every writer like I used to.

I’d also like to briefly profile everyone on my blogroll, so if you’re a writer who would like to be added, or you have suggestions, please post them in the comments here!

Thanks, guys.


P.S. I have a few book ideas I’m sitting down to work on. Would love to have something out for you guys by the end of the year. And I think I’ll be posting here more regularly too. Stay tuned!

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Gene Simmons On Quality Vs. Quantity


This story came up recently, and although I’ve mentioned it in the past on my blog, I’m not sure if I ever told the whole story. So here it is.


Gene Simmons was on tour with KISS, and one night he took home Miss America to his hotel.

One of his roadies saw Gene swoop her, and he nodded with admiration.

The very next night, they were in a different small-town city, and Gene ended up taking home a chubby waitress from a local diner.

The roadie was stunned.

He approached Gene the next morning. “Excuse me, Gene. I don’t mean to be rude, but I just need to ask you something. Two nights ago you took home Miss America, and last night you took home a girl who was… not. I don’t understand why you would be with a girl like that, right after you had one of the hottest girls in the world!

Gene smiled.

You can’t always eat filet mignon,” he said. “Sometimes you gotta eat McDonald’s.”


Moral of the story? If you’re going through a dry spell, or even if you’re banging supermodels, don’t worry so much about your “standards” that you get out of the rhythm of having sex with women. Some guys call this “Always Be Fucking.” But the point is, if you only pursue a girl once in a blue moon when you think she meets your mythical standards, chances are things will go bad with her because you’re rusty. Plus it might turn out there are a million things you actually don’t like about her. Usually that stuff is discovered after you’ve already slept together.

So always keep your game sharp, and your claws out. Don’t be afraid to eat some McDonald’s once in a while. Variety is the spice of life.

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The Christian McQueen Show, Episode 19


Don’t miss the latest installment of the podcast I co-host and executive produce: The Christian McQueen Show.

In this week’s episode, Christian and I discuss crazy girls and how to deal with them, talk high school game, critique female toe grooming, and answer listener questions.

We also have some fun theme music to go along with our subject matter of psychotic girls… Look at the picture above for a clue.

Click here to listen.

If you have questions for future episodes, post them in the comment section below.

Enjoy, guys! Thanks for listening.

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I Don’t Even Fucking Know Anymore

I don’t even fucking know anymore.

I’d like to say something about this Elliot Rodger situation, and the absolute shitstorm of idiocy, misinformation, and narcissism that has followed it. But where would I even begin?


Some of my compatriots in the Manosphere have already responded in as thorough and coherent a fashion as we could likely achieve. What’s left to say? Things definitely seem to be changing. Maybe the media has perfected the art of baiting the masses into online arguments. But it didn’t take long for the clickbait and the politicization to erupt into a wildfire this time.

Our journalistic standards are as low as they’ve ever been, and people’s vain desire to have their moment in the spotlight, while pointing fingers at others, has never been higher.

A kid stabbed his three Asian roommates with a knife, then killed three more with a gun. Four males, two females. He hated the men for getting girls. He hated the girls for choosing other men.

He was mad at those of “inferior” races for finding any modicum of happiness. He alternately loved and loathed his mother. His father was a distant figure who he vaguely wanted to please.

He had been diagnosed with mental illness, and had been receiving medicine and therapy for it, for years.


Yet somehow from all of this, we get a hashtag. That’s the headline. Not an acknowledgement of the victims’ names or any stories of their grieving families (well now I’ve seen one story on one of the victims’ fathers, actually). No biographies of their achievements and the ways they made this world a better place, or the ways they hoped to in the future. None of the glorification we would hope for if we or our loved ones had been among the victims.

Instead, we cherry-pick every aspect of the killer’s life and his motivations, obsess over him like a celebrity, and fit the facts into whatever political cause makes us feel the most self-satisfied about the superficial way we’re “helping” the world. By helping, I mean complaining from behind a keyboard, or parading oneself front and center in the midst of someone else’s tragedy.


Let me get this straight…

A stranger killed 6 people in a place you’ve never heard of, and it’s really about how that creepy guy flirted with you at the bank one time?

Four men were brutally murdered in a premeditated fashion, and it’s really about how the killer hated women?

Three people were knocked out with a hammer and then stabbed to death, but the political solution is to ban guns?

Three Asians were slowly and deliberately executed, but race is a non-issue in the killer’s motivations?

When you hear about six young college students being murdered, you think it’s appropriate to publicly talk about your petty problems (#YesAllWomen) rather than expressing sympathy for the victims, and trying to learn more about who they were?

The killer was an active member of feminist website PUAhate, which stalked and harassed members of the male self-improvement community, so that means he was a PUA/MRA/member of the Manosphere, the very group his entire community existed to oppose?


We’re living the realities of 1984.

Up is down, down is up.

War is about peace. Hate is about love.

They’ll say whatever they want to say now, there are no consequences. No standards, no integrity.

All we have is our ability to cling to the truth, to tie ourselves to it like the mast of a ship in a hurricane.

We can only bend reality so much before it breaks.

And we are reaching a breaking point far faster than I ever thought possible.

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Manosphere Remembrance Day

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The history of the Manosphere is nebulous.

…Like an echo, a shadow, a vague thought that has reverberated louder and louder with time. You can trace its DNA through the works of ancient poets and philosophers– great men throughout history who identified truths of human nature– through to the modern era. For millennia, these truths were regarded as common sense, and they were integrated functionally into the way society was organized, and the social standards of each population. But with the cultural revolution beginning in the 1960s and reaching a tipping point in the 1990s, a need arose for men to more explicitly teach each other these lost truths. The Manosphere might have begun with Tony’s Lay Guide, The Mystery Method, or other forums hidden in the dark crevices of the nascent internet of the 1990s (such as alt.seduction). It might have begun with The Futurist’s essay “The Misandry Bubble.” It might have begun with Roosh (f/k/a DC Bachelor), Matt Forney (f/k/a Ferdinand Bardamu), and Heartiste (f/k/a Roissy) coalescing around a shared worldview at the crossroads of sex, politics, and a restless sense of lost masculinity, awaiting a revolution.

As more voices began to join the swelling chorus of disenfranchised, horny, clueless men looking to reclaim their balls and dignity, the “Manosphere” as we currently know it was born. It became not just a few disparate blogs with similar content, but an overlapping ecosystem with evolving conversations and interactions. Men would comment on others’ blogs, post their own thoughts, and have long discussions on select forums. Eventually, there was a natural progression to using Twitter as a major uniting force for the culture of the Manosphere. There, men could share observations, thoughts, and links in real time for maximum interconnectivity. It was more immediate and conversational, and allowed the Manosphere to come to life in a new way.


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But along the way, some important, influential writers have come and gone. These were men who helped forge the Manosphere by sharing their most honest thoughts and experiences– the good times and (especially useful) the bad. Men shared the stories they couldn’t share in “real life”– with friends and family who seemed to just not understand– and in doing so, we all found a deeper, common truth.

These men were also highly intelligent, expert thinkers and men of great action. They began to share their success stories, analysis, and experimentation within the “Game.” Eventually, the term Game would come to encompass all the positive changes we were making in our actions for attracting women and bettering our lives, both nuanced and strikingly bold.

For certain reasons, some of these writers in the Manosphere have had to shutter their blogs over the years. Perhaps some said all they had to say and moved on, but certainly others were “outed” and had to delete their blogs in hopes of preserving their privacy and maybe keeping their job/relationship/reputation. When these influential writers have had to delete their blogs, we lose their archives and are robbed of learning from them and re-reading them in the future.

It is due to the Manosphere’s unique and inherently revolutionary nature that its writers incur these risks. I, and many of my colleagues, live in a somewhat constant state of low-grade fear of being exposed. For many of us, this paranoia is probably overblown, and yet there is no doubt there would be repercussions if our real names became linked to our blogging identities.

Sometimes I ask myself what I would do if I was exposed. Would I cut the cord and wipe out my entire digital trail? Or have I built something bigger, and more important, than my tiny little life? Maybe I should make the sacrifice, take the hit, and believe that by leaving my works online for others to discover, I am doing more good for this world than the ill effects I would incur.


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I won’t truly know my decision until that fateful day comes. But I cannot fault those who came before me and decided they had to protect their identities, and the lives they had built. Allowing yourself to be publicly linked to the Manosphere, to being a “Pick-Up Artist,” to being anti-Feminist… these things are a scarlet mark on us that anyone can use to manipulate, extort, or otherwise ostracize us from society in America today.

But as some have fallen and others picked up the torch, I would like to take today to look back and remember some of the names of writers who have come and gone. Men who influenced me, opened my eyes with wonder, and made me smile and shake my head, realizing all I had done wrong, and how incredibly simple it could be to change for the better.

Men like Paul The King, one of the first no-holds-barred, unapologetic guys who wrote about women’s true promiscuous nature, the indifferent attitude a man should exhibit toward his girls, and some practical knowledge of juggling multiple girls at once, all with a hilarious style that made you want to share a beer with him.

Men like Willy Wonka (the only other person to ever write a guest post here at The Quest For 50), who let us see his journey of improvement warts and all. We could relate to guys like this, because he was an everyman who didn’t just rely on his natural abilities or looks. He earned it every step of the way, and we could only hope to emulate his success as he met and slept with great new girls, improved his fitness, and eventually moved abroad to pursue happiness.

Men like Culdcept of Sector Las Vegas, who was one of the first guys to write extensive field reports and cite specific venues for picking up girls. His scope was limited to Vegas, but he had a good voice and contributed a lot of comments to other blogs, furthering the conversation in the Manosphere.

There have been a few other seminal figures that have come and gone. Some have gone and then risen from the ashes again, like a phoenix. Assanova disappeared and then came back in a different incarnation, only to leave again. Nate of NexxtLevelUp and Rivelino have both gone through at least 4 blog incarnations over the years. As noted earlier, even RooshRoissy, and Matt Forney have shuttered or changed blogs over the years. For them, it was for stylistic choices. But to many others, such as Gmac and The Rookie, it is a matter of constantly having to protect one’s own privacy.


Because we in the Manosphere don’t observe Valentine’s Day, it seemed appropriate that we should re-purpose February 14th, just as Christians took the pagan holiday of the winter solstice and started calling it Jesus’ Birthday.

I now invite all of you to take this opportunity to share the names and memories of some of the writers who first introduced you to the Manosphere. Comment here, tweet (#manosphereremembrance), or write a post of your own. If we can take one day a year to remember some of our brothers who contributed to building this community, it will help us to be reminded of their writing and keep their memories and spirit alive.

And I hope you do it for me, long after I’m gone…


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Hollywood Link Roundup (FRIDAY 12/13)


I’m going to start posting up some links each day from the entertainment business that I think will be of interest to my readers. Check out today’s roundup below.


1968′s “How To Pick Up Girls!” being adapted into a feature film.

Interesting that this was written when the birth control pill was just starting to have an influence on female promiscuity. I haven’t read it but I imagine some aspects are still applicable today, and some are utterly laughable. It’s unclear whether this will be a satirical, period-appropriate adaptation of the original, or just a modern-set adaptation using the title and some loose inspiration from the book.


Geena Davis has suggestions on how to increase women’s presence in movies.

The advice involves arbitrarily changing male characters to female characters (since gender is obviously a social construct and the actions of a male character would make perfect sense if the gender was switched). Also, specify that the extras in the background should be 50% female. Womyn’s Empowerment!


Saturday Night Live will be adding a black female cast member by January.

Bowing to pressure from liberals and minorities, SNL will be adding a female black cast member, whether she’s good enough to be on the show or not. This post includes most of the rumored women in consideration.


The car preferences of female celebrities in Hollywood.

My favorite line: “Unlike men, who tend to be slavishly brand-loyal, women often are willing to switch.” I guess female hypergamy applies to cars too.


Fox News anchor blasted for claiming Santa and Jesus are white.

Talk about digging yourself a hole.


Fox News sued for trying to get younger.

The Baby Boomers try taking legal action to prevent their obsolescence. Fox News was losing young viewers, and it’s their job to make changes to keep a more profitable audience. Time for the old folks to move, bitch, get out the way.

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The Sacred Contract

The Baby Boomers (a.k.a. the most self-absorbed generation anywhere in all of history) started a disheartening trend that has been catching on with my generation too.

Through their selfishness, they engineered the concept that every person should think long and hard about whether he or she wants to have children, and that often it’s right to selfishly pursue your own hedonism and “goals” instead of ever having kids.

This mostly just applies to white people, and it’s a big reason behind why demographics are shifting so rapidly, and Latinos, Blacks, and Asians are eclipsing Caucasians in the U.S. and Europe. I’ll leave the Human Biodiversity debates to Heartiste, but I do think that a race that built up its own corner of the world should not willfully let itself go extinct because of guilt and ennui.


Regardless of the color of their skin, there are plenty of American men and women purposely foregoing having children for a variety of reasons. Almost all of them can be boiled down to basic selfishness or other misguided thought processes caused by our warped culture.

Many guys in the Manosphere say they don’t want to get married or have kids, citing the “risks” involved. These risks certainly exist, but there have always been downsides to child-rearing, I’m sure dating back to caveman times when a crying baby could blow up your spot and let a prowling tiger find and eat your whole family.

It’s sad that our society has come to this point and disincentivized having kids to this degree, but just as the post-Wall woman is kept up at night by the ghostly screams of her expired womb, so too will men regret not leaving a living legacy behind. It is coded in our DNA, and it is the very thing that makes us human. Without children, there will always be a void.


When you turn your back on your basic duty as a living being– keeping the earth populated and habitable– you violate a sacred contract that carries the weight of millions of years and a billion generations. You owe your existence to all those who came before you, and whether you think so or not, it is your purpose to make sure that tradition continues. We are stewards of this world, and the pride of raising sons and daughters you believe will make the world a better place is an unparalleled form of fulfillment.

Not everyone can or will have children. That’s a basic, unchangeable fact. But to refuse to have children in order to pursue “hedonism” (a.k.a. ejaculating in a plastic bag or on a girl’s body until you’re dead) is to deny the most fundamental, transcendent aspect of our humanity, our planet, and our Universe.


UPDATE — For further reading on the subject, check out Frost’s excellent post “Two Games”: 

Two Games (Part I)

Two Games (Part II)

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My Girlfriend’s Opinion On Marriage

I told her to read “Men on Strike,” and here are her thoughts so far (via one long text message):

I don’t know about Men on Strike, Dagonet. It talks about the “punishment of marriage” which the author makes it seem like men are slaves in a marriage. Maybe it’s because I’m from a farm, but the majority of people I know got married because they wanted to have a family with the person they were in love with. Marriage is a huge sacrifice on both parties. Someone has to provide for the kids, right? And a ton of men are staying home now to do the care taking instead of the other way around. The portrait of marriage she paints is completely foreign to me. My parents worked their asses off and I saw how tough marriage was on them. My mom was constantly tired from taking care of us and cooking and cleaning. My dad worked around the clock and after dinner he’d just fall asleep in front of the couch every night. But they knew what they were in for. People who aren’t up for that sacrifice should never ever get married. I want to because I know that I’m always going to put my husband and kids before myself. It sounds to me like the problem lies with couples not communicating their roles in marriage and women being selfish bitches. At least from the first 22 pages.

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Offense & Defense

I was just paging through Pure Manhood, a modern Catholic work on chastity and chivalry by Jason Evert. I came across it randomly and was intrigued to check out a different perspective on being a man.

The book starts off pretty good, with a passage that could almost be mistaken for a Manosphere blog post. It talks about how lost our culture is, with men and women using each other for sex, when they really both desire deeper love and connection.

Fair enough.


The book then takes a hard left and veers wildly off course, as Jason Evert (whose picture you should Google immediately) decides to give us his advice about the proper way to treat a lady.

It’s too long to quote directly, but I’ll paraphrase the important points he lists:

– Realize that the number one thing a woman wants in a man is honesty, so always tell her your feelings and never hide anything from her.

– Always become friends with a girl and meet her family before beginning to consider any romantic feelings or acts toward her.

– When you want to ask a girl out, do it clearly and directly. “This honors the girl, because it takes the burden of rejection off her and places it on you. If she’s not worth the pain of rejection, then you don’t desire her enough.”

– Open doors for her, give her the better seat at the restaurant (a cardinal sin of Game, in my opinion), never look at other women, let her order first, keep the conversation “pure” and avoid gossip, pay for the meal.

“If you’re getting the feeling that you’re becoming a servant, you’re getting the right idea.” Yes, he actually says this.


Anyway, what I really want to talk about was inspired by the section “How Far Is Too Far?”

In it, Evert asks how far you would want to go with a girl you brought home to your couch.

Then he throws a curveball and asks how far you would want it to go if your sister was in this position with a different guy.

This got me thinking, and I quickly realized why his argument holds no water.


Offense & Defense

Just as a sports team must play both offense and defense– often two completely different skill sets that are both required to reach the unified goal of winning– so too do we pursue reproductive strategies of both offense and defense.

Offense is a strategy mainly pursued by men, and involves seeking out as many sexual partners as possible, in order to spread their seed far and wide. Women can, at times, play offense as well; their version consists of sleeping with multiple men to incite a “sperm war” and gain greater biological fitness from the strongest man winning.

A significant part of a man’s offensive strategy will be to push for sex whenever possible. His part of the act is low-investment, so it’s a smart genetic strategy to fuck early and fuck often.

Overall, reproductive offense comes down to fulfilling your biological imperative through primarily sexual, rather than social, mechanisms. And mens’ biological imperative is to reproduce quickly, efficiently, and as much as possible. Jason Evert says “God made man to love one woman.” I respectfully disagree.


Reproductive defense is a fairly obvious concept where women are concerned. They must guard their eggs and be as selective as possible in choosing a man, because they will be investing enormous time, resources, and risk in a pregnancy.

Male defense revolves around protecting our sisters and daughters– carriers of our precious genetic code– from inadequate males who don’t come close enough to optimal fitness. They might have genetic shortcomings, or give off signs of minimal willingness to commit.

A man who won’t commit risks leaving your sister or daughter in a vulnerable situation as a single mother, which in turn might force you to devote resources to this child, rather than more of your own. Plus it risks the well-being of the child (by being raised without a father), another important carrier of your DNA.


So although Jason Evert (and countless others) try to draw false parallels and guilt men into chastity, we can see that this is a fallacy. In fact, both men and women rationally pursue their reproductive goals with varying strategies depending on the situation.

When a man attempts to get a girl to go “all the way,” he is testing his own sexual value and fitness, in order to maximize it. This is not only his right, but his biologically-imbued duty. Survival of the fittest demands this behavior, and it is written into his genetic programming.

When that same man acts protectively toward his sister or daughter, he is not a hypocrite, but a biological being, rationally attempting to maximize his genetic fitness.

There is no paradox here, and nothing for men to apologize for. The way each of us balances offense and defense can fluctuate based on some other cultural and genetic factors, but in its simplest form, this is honest, explainable, and rational male behavior.

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Eating Salad Makes You Fat – #FatShamingWeek


I’m a little late to the #FatShamingWeek party, though I did discuss it briefly in my last podcast. So here’s my contribution.


One thing that I’ve overheard repeatedly from girls who are “watching their weight”– including friends, strangers, and even members of my own family, is this refrain:

“Ugh… But I eat salad!”  

… As if salad is a magical diet pill that, when consumed once a day, will make them lose weight through karma alone.

Part of this is just their fundamental misunderstanding of nutrition, stemming from an incomplete or inaccurate education. But this phenomenon is also exacerbated by the purposeful ignorance of basic facts that is perpetuated by feminists, liberals, and everyone else who is part of the politically-correct echo chamber, conspiring to keep the sheeple down. This latter aspect of America’s obesity problem has already been well-covered at Return of Kings.

But back to salad.


The concept of a “salad” has been deified by the modern American womanocracy to the point where it is supercharged with meaning. A salad is holy– a beacon of health– and a signal that the person eating it, obviously taking special care and undergoing a great sacrifice, is putting forth commendable effort toward her own betterment.

I’m actually surprised women don’t give each other medals whenever they eat a salad.

The Rise of Salad has included a “foodie” movement that celebrates special, craft salads. It’s no good just to be a plain salad. A salad is only worth mentioning if it’s a Chipotle Southwestern Salad, or a Chinese Chicken Salad. Why would you Instagram a picture of your salad if it just contains basic vegetables, and no bright colors and flashy dressings?


But when I look at the people in my life who are most healthy and in shape, whether they are co-workers, lovers, friends, or those I know only through their internet presence, I don’t see much emphasis on “salad,” and I certainly don’t see them congratulating themselves for eating one.

What I see are people that look at the big picture of what they’re putting in their bodies. The total amount of calories, the types of foods, the times they eat, and where that food came from. They study ingredients and nutrition facts. They read blogs each day about the newest research and studies on what constitutes optimal health. And then they seek out further opinions that contradict the others, so they can weigh the credibility of sources against each other and determine the most objective truth.

I see people who have taken the time to make sure they’re taking care of themselves, because they know that investing in their own health should be a top priority. And yes, they know that they get more out of life by being attractive. That fact is obvious to anyone with eyes, and its denial is the screaming rationalization of a dying spirit. Arguing against it is like trying to defy gravity, something that most obese Americans are failing even more spectacularly at.

The healthy people I see around me know that being healthy is a lifestyle, not just a small change you make once a day. It should color every part of the structure of your life.

But a little more on salads.


So far I’ve discussed how salads are a trojan horse which fatties hide inside, a white flag they can wave that shows how they are, indeed, putting in effort. This gives them a convenient excuse not to confront the concepts of exercising, educating themselves, looking honestly in the mirror, or seriously changing the amount of calories they consume each day. It also helps them rationalize away all the other unhealthy things they put in their bodies. “This extra pint of ice cream is okay. I deserve the reward for eating that salad at lunch!”

But I haven’t even gotten to the dirty little secret of salads, which is that the vast majority of the ones these unconscious life-sucks are vacuuming into their pie holes are just as– if not more– unhealthy than the shit they were eating already.

Most of America was raised and conditioned to eat fast food, processed food, stuff that comes from Monsanto crops and through one of six conglomerate corporations. They only have that framework to base things off of. As Rivelino recently said, there is a “red pill” for eating and nutrition as well, that people need to swallow to gain true clarity.

So they switch to the pre-approved, mass-produced salads from big chain restaurants, and they feel that they’ve put in enough effort toward their own appearance and health. Even though this “sacrifice” doesn’t even diminish the chemical reward they get from their brain, and they are just as full and satisfied by these meals due to the astronomical amount of calories they contain. So in truth, they are not sacrificing anything at all. They can continue to avoid confronting the real issues and looking for concrete results.

But even Yahoo, as bland of a mainstream, inoffensive source as you’ll find, has published articles like this one: 6 Salads Worse Than A Whopper! At this point, it’s common knowledge what constitutes good nutrition and healthy eating, and the internet has put all of this information at our fingertips. Even our pudgy, fat little fingertips, ahem.


Ultimately, fat girls know they’re fat. They know they’re killing themselves with food, but they just don’t care. They get a thrill from eating, they get a soul-suicidal thrill from pissing off men and defying their basic biological needs, and they get a thrill from all the other idiots cheering them on.

Fat acceptance, and the equalism/acceptance movement in general, has no concrete underlying truth that it bases itself on. These people deny the most basic rules of our Universe and of nature. They live in a mental vacuum, and it’s no wonder that they constantly find themselves at odds with reality, and need to complete a series of mental and emotional gymnastics to stay above water.

Now if only they used a fraction of that time for real gymnastics…


In the end, fat girls need to stop eating “salads” as they currently know them. They need to eat a piece of lean chicken breast and raw kale for lunch. They need to use juicing as a meal replacement. They should skip meals and try intermittent fasting to reduce cravings.

The bottom line is, they need to radically alter their understanding of food, their relationship with it, and what sustenance they should and shouldn’t be getting from it. Particularly, they should focus less on the cheap chemical reward they get from bingeing on sugar and carbs, and more on the deep satisfaction that comes from a nutritious, moderate-calorie, protein and vegetable-heavy meal.

Eating bullshit American “salads” is a waste of time, a rationalization, and an excuse, plain and simple. If you’re going to eat a salad, make sure it’s a real salad. Don’t put crispy wonton noodles on top of it, and if it comes with a sugar-loaded, high-calorie dressing (which is most of them), use as little of it as humanly possible. Or just have an actual low-calorie dressing. Or no dressing. Whatever. You get the point.

Until that time, I’m going to continue shaking my head and laughing whenever I hear a girl complaining about the salad she ate, and how it must just be her “genes” that cause her to put on weight.

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