Women say they value honesty, so in this situation, I give it to them (what I’m really giving them is maximum drama).
On the rare occasions when I’ve been busted snooping around, and a woman has asked me why I don’t trust her, I’ve always answered nonchalantly with, “Because you’re not trustworthy,” while sporting a dismissive grin coupled with a zero-fucks-given shoulder shrug. Because unless her name is “Mom,” then her ass isn’t to be trusted, that’s why. “Why don’t you trust me you fucking jerk?!” said the pill popping psycho who’s hellbent on keeping her issues a secret from you. Naturally, women aren’t going to be very pleased or impressed if they catch you playing amateur DEA agent. If that means you have to play Sherlock Holmes, then so fucking be it. It is your responsibility to find out who she really is as a person, not who she wants you to believe she is. Nothing is off limits when it comes to your pursuit of the truth, and a woman’s medicine cabinet is no exception. That means if the opportunity presents itself, you should always take a peak at her personal effects: phone, laptop, tablet, purse, closet-whatever. If a woman has worked her way into your life in some capacity, then you owe it to yourself to find out absolutely everything you can about her. You’re never going to hear a woman say: “I would make a terrible girlfriend and an even worse wife or mother: you should avoid me like a fresh pile of dog shit because I’m going to make your life completely miserable if you get serious with me.” Candor is not in a woman’s best interests, so you should never expect it.Īnd this is why you should view snooping around as your privilege. Crazy women don’t think they’re crazy, sluts don’t think they’re slutty, and losers don’t think they’re losing-it’s on you to figure all of that out on your own and act accordingly. Women aren’t in the business of helping you, they’re in the business helping themselves.They’re not going to give you the answers. If you’re a pussy and you’re saying to yourself, “I would never disrespect someone’s privacy like that!” then you need to adjust your attitude. When you’re at a woman’s place on your first or second visit, excuse yourself to the bathroom and take a look around her medicine cabinet. But first, let’s start with a few target rich locations for gathering your intelligence. They’re very common, and it’s important as a single man entering 2016 to have-at a minimum-a rudimentary understanding of the crap these women are putting into their systems just to appear normal and make it through the day. If you haven’t dated a woman like this yet, then it’s only a matter of time before you stumble upon one. The sole focus of this article will be on the stealth losers: the women who are generally attractive, successful, and have everything that feminism says should make them happy, yet are miserable to the point that they have to pop pills like a high school kid pops zits just to stay sane. This article won’t focus on women like this at all because nobody wants to fuck them, talk about them, talk to them, look at them, or even think about them. She’s an unlovable loser who has no friends and no prospects. I mean, we all expect the 250 pound piece of shit with the weird hair, Tumblr account, and see-through earlobes who breathes like a dehydrated Saint Bernard whenever she traverses a Golden Corral parking lot to be on antidepressants-it’s a given. Even scarier is the fact that a lot of the women taking these drugs seem to have their acts together. One would like to think these women feel ashamed of themselves for producing an entire generation of little “Rain Mans,” but they’re most likely too drugged up feel anything at all-never mind shame. Eighty-seven percent! To say that is completely ridiculous would be a massive understatement. What’s more: a recent study out of Canada reveals that pregnant women taking the most common form of antidepressants-Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, or SSRIs-increase their risk of having a child born on the autism spectrum by 87 percent. Especially for women under the age of 30. Judging by how crazy and delusional most women are nowadays, it’s probably a pretty sizable percentage. How many of the remaining 75 percent should be on meds, but aren’t for any number of reasons, is anyone’s guess. One out of every four-that’s how many women in America are on some type of antidepressant.