Be The Boss (Part I)

This post is not for those who seek to improve on their already-established effectiveness as managers. This post is for readers who struggle with the basics of being a boss; specifically, struggling to secure respect from their male and female subordinates. Part I of “Be the Boss” focuses on the first step a struggling manager needs to take, which is a change in attitude. Subsequent posts will get into specific management techniques of establishing trust and authority among your subordinates.

A reader writes:

I’ve been a Gamma for most of my adult life, and now I am a boss. In my last job I had a real hard time keeping my female subordinates under control, even though I was starting to learn Game theory because the concepts were new to me. I’m still not very good at mastering Alpha behavior yet and I’m trying to implement it at a rate that I can maintain because it’s alien to me.  Can you direct me to examples of Gamma behavior in bosses to help me identify what to avoid?

A quick explanation of jargon. “Gamma” refers to a man who is, for a variety of reasons, low on the socio-sexual scale as outlined on Vox Day’s “Alpha Game” page HERE. Additional discussion about gammas picks up at Alpha Game earlier this year in a continuing series by his guest-blogger Delta Man. If you are interested, look for posts tagged “gamma” or “delta.” “Alpha” refers to apex-male position on the socio-sexual hierarchy.

First, let’s take a step back for a moment. If you observe interpersonal dynamics across a variety of classes, professions, and social milieus, you will come across ordinary men, some of whom may be intelligent — sometimes brilliant — or otherwise interesting. Others may be unassuming and not good conversationalists or not come across as having ever been an honors student. Some will be nice, pleasant guys, others will be brusque or gruff. But those men will have one quality in common: while they are not exceptional as leaders, they are liked and respected by others. They are called deltas.

A delta can be an engineer who can lead a technical team. He can be a Marine in a “band of brothers” combat unit. He can be a middle manager who keeps a department running, a competent foreman or a mechanic, a successful musician, a waiter who does his job well. Most men who are trusted, whose judgment is respected by other men, and who are satisfied with their place in this world are deltas. The difference between deltas and the minority of men who are higher on Vox’s socio-sexual scale (alphas, sigmas, betas) is that deltas are not gifted with a dominant personality or extraordinary sexual charisma.

And now, on to gammas. The dividing line between a delta and a gamma is that other men respect deltas but not gammas. Likewise, women are comfortable around deltas (sometimes too comfortable) but are uneasy around gammas.

So what is this gamma? My shorthand for them is “alpha ambition without the alpha goods.” They are restless, depressive, introspective, sarcastic, snarky, visibly bitter, passive-aggressive, cowardly in confrontation, and deluded about their rightful social status. You will find gammas among condescending nerds as well as in high places like law and politics. If you get involved in left wing/progressive activism — especially feminist politics — most men you’ll come across are going to be gammas.

And now back to the reader. This is part of my response to him:

Key is, don’t try to be an alpha outside of the dating arena. Aim for delta.

He responds:

I gotta say my first thoughts about being Delta is “that is so not me”. I could settle for Beta (in context of the Vox hierarchy, not the binary descriptor), but “Delta” seems like “sheeple” to me by what I understand of the concept. To be successful in my position I have to at least pass myself off as “Beta” in the hierarchy.

This is textbook gamma. The reader, as he admits, lacks the basic ability to function as a manager and despite that, considers himself already ahead of the average man who can do the job of managing subordinates at least in a rudimentary way. He want to leapfrog good for great. He wants to “settle” for beta, something that is completely out of reach for him at the present time. That’s like an impatient beginner guitar student leapfrogging basic scales and chords lessons on an acoustic guitar for shredding it on an electric — it’s gonna sound like shit.

He continues:

Deltas are my subordinates. I’m uncomfortable and weak in my authority and I have to come to terms with it

First part of that comment: nobody at the office walks around with a “delta” insignia on his collar. What managers and subordinates alike walk around with, is respect they get from others up and down the corporate hierarchy. Or lack of said respect. Second part of that comment makes no sense. It’s saying “here are my questions about a problem I am trying to fix but I am just gonna come to terms with the fact that I won’t fix it.” Flippancy is another gamma tell. Flippancy, like inappropriate self-deprecating humor, is a façade a scared boy hides behind.

To the reader who sent those comments: I respect your willingness to appraise yourself realistically. I mean it. I want this blog to be helpful to you, to me, and to other readers across the range of subjects I cover. You are way ahead of most gammas, who will never take that step of looking at yourself with frankness and instead will continue to live in the fantasy of being secret kings. They will spend the rest of their lives delusional and unhappy with the cards they were dealt and frustrated by every social interaction they engage in.

So here is my advice at the high level that this post covers.

  • One:  let go of any pretense of being above the sheeple because there is no such thing as sheeple. The arrogant dork who made my coffee last Wednesday thinks I am sheeple. Enough said.
  • Two: see if you can get your employer to pay for leadership coaching sessions. You can frame it in terms of seeking to improve your presentation/sales interview skills (if that is part of your job). They are expensive but with the right coach, you can tell him in a one-on-one pre-consultation exactly what you’re looking for in terms of coaching. The good ones get it. I’ve seen them bring the best out of dynamic naturals as well as from insecure, nervous hopefuls in a single group session.
  • Three: If your work won’t pay for it and you can afford it, pay for it yourself.
  • Four: if you are dead-set on leapfrogging over deltas, this may work out if you are sufficiently Machiavellian. But that’s not a vibe I am picking up from you and I do not recommend it. But go ahead, consider it, and either reject it as a ridiculous fantasy or devote every ounce of your commitment to becoming something so out of reach from where you are now, and accept the failure if you don’t make it.
  • Five: as Vox Day counsels, aim for delta. As a movie character once said, don’t try to be a great man; just be a man.

In an upcoming post we’ll get into specifics of being the boss.

Part II of this series is HERE.

White Guilt: “The Most Agreeable Feeling”

Exhibit 1. A packed movie theatre, “Batman Begins” is playing. There is a scene in which Bruce Wayne fires his company’s corrupt CEO and promotes Morgan Freeman’s humble character into that position. The nearly all-White audience erupts in spontaneous applause.

Exhibit 2. Bright-faced office workers get together on a sunny Saturday morning to paint houses in a low-income Black neighborhood as part of their Corporate Responsibility program, a volunteering initiative coordinated by an energetic group of interns. Box lunches for the volunteers are delivered at noon and tensions rise as residents of the painted houses want their sandwiches too. A large-screen plasma television is jabbering in the background.

Exhibit 3. A somber dinner in memory of the untimely death of a promising young girl. There are tears, but mostly there is soft, warm laughter as grief gives way to peace. At the meal’s conclusion, as guests pick up to part and goodbyes are exchanged, Peter Biehl shakes hands with three young African men.

Let us understand “White guilt.” It is not White guilt.

When European missionaries came to Africa to baptize heathen souls, they wondered at the wild faces and savage customs of the natives. “Childlike,” as the cliché in colonial memoirs goes. And many other words.

From the biography of 19th century Christian missionary Dr. David Livingstone:

Various methods of salutation were in vogue among the different tribes. Some would pick up a handful of sand or ashes and rub it on their arms and chest. Others would drum their ribs with their elbows. The people of the Batonga tribe greeted Livingstone by lying on their backs on the ground, rolling from one side to the other, and beating their sides with their hands.
– (Giants of the Missionary Trial by Eugene Myers Harrison).

In Dr. Livingstone’s own words:

The more intimately I become acquainted with barbarians, the more disgusting does heathenism become. It is lamentable to see those who might be children of God, dwelling in peace and love, so utterly the children of the devil. Oh, Almighty God, help! help! and leave not this wretched people to the slave-dealer and Satan. Help them to look to Christ and live.

As is evident from Livingtone’s journals and other reports of colonial visitors to the Dark Continent, Africans in their native state are, in the European’s preconscious perception, so removed from our most basic template of fellow man that our instinctual response is to see him as cursed or depraved. The missionaries felt the pity. And now we feel that same pity. This had led to anti-racism infecting the body politic and metastasizing to its present quasi-religious cult.

It’s fitting then, that the most luminous of Europeans, the Nordics, have now gone the most full-retard with anti-racism.

Today, he feels guilty when he looks at ...

He feels pity when he looks at …

... him.

… him.

That pity, it is an involuntary reflex. If pressed, most would admit that the low-income Black neighborhood where office workers were painting walls is not poor; not when judging by the residents’ evident effects of robust caloric intake, ubiquity of electronic toys, and cultural coherence of the neighborhood (lots of White folks can’t afford that last one!). Yet, all that the pitying White liberal sees is Black faces and hears Black talking, and those things trigger for him thoughts of poverty that is beyond material. The cheering audience at the “Batman” movie — there is catharsis Whites feel when our innate pity for the Black is discharged. And when a White father shakes hands with… eh, just picture it if your stomach lets you.

But you know what? It is easy to point fingers. And this blog is not a place where we point-and-rage or point-and-mock. That would be a waste of my time, and yours. What I want this place to be is a vehicle for understanding ourselves and our world toward doing the things that need to be done — starting with ourselves.

So, forget liberals, cuckservatives, and Biehl. Look at me and you, veterans of alt-Right’s discourses on race-realism. How many of us, when interacting with a nice and humble Black, have caught themselves laying on the treacly niceness we’d not otherwise extend to a member of any other racial group, our own in particular? How many of us have felt sorry for a Black person who is awkwardly in over his head in some work situation and have felt compelled to assuage that discomfort in ways we’d not do for anyone of any other race? How many of us here on race-realism blogs had been overly indulgent of various Black commenters, willfully blind to their escalating passive-aggression?
Under a culture of de facto gag-orders on any honest public conversation on race, this reflexive pity for the Black man grows unchecked and we the fools self-indulgently luxuriate in said pity. Blacks pick up on this. And that is why the more they are given, the more angry they become. The way forward requires that we understand this pity, this “most agreeable feeling.”
Rest in peace, Chris and Channon.

Rest in peace, Chris and Channon.

The Equalist’s Lament

The experience of ordinary citizens as well as dissident intellectuals and artists behind the Iron Curtain is relevant to the contemporary Western people’s subjection to a suite of anti-White, anti-man, anti-reality politics known as Equalism. That is a Heartiste-coined term for the ideology based on the belief that human beings and their distinct groups are fungible.

A discussion of the legacy of Communism and its effect, good and ill, on Eastern European nations is a subject for another post. Meanwhile, here is my amateur translation of Communist-era Polish poet Zbigniew Herbert’s 1983 poem “Damastes z przydomkiem Prokrustes mówi” (tr. Damastes Surnamed Procrustes Speaks), which uses the Greek myth of the procrustean bed as metaphor for Equalism.

My mobile empire between Athens and Megara
I ruled, over wilderness, canyon, abyss — alone —
Without advice from stupid elders, with an insignia of a simple club,
Clad only in the shadow of the wolf and the horrific sound of the word Damastes.

I lacked subjects; that is to say, I had each one for a short time
They did not live to dawn — however, it’s slander to call me a murderer
As falsifiers of history are wont.

In essence, I was learned social reformer.
My true passion was anthropometry.

I devised the crucible for the perfect man.
I fit the captured travelers to that bed.
It was difficult to avoid — I admit — stretching the members and cutting the limbs.

The patients kept dying but the more perished
The more I was sure that my studies are justified.
The goal was sublime. Progress requires sacrifices.

I longed to abolish the difference between what is high and what is low.
To humanity, disgustingly diverse, I wanted to give one shape.
I ceased not in my efforts to level mankind.

Theseus took my life, that slayer of the innocent Minotaur,
He who explored the labyrinth with a girl’s bundle of yarn,
So full of trickery and without principles and vision of the future.

I have an inextinguishable hope that others will take up my toil
and the work I began so boldly, they’ll lead to its end.

The original Polish-language poem is HERE. For those who understand the language, Przemyslaw Gintrowski had set the verse to music and performs it below. Herbert lived from 1924 to 1998.

The Cruelty Artist

The subject of psychological cruelty to a woman one is in a relationship with came up in a comments thread on Heartiste’s blog and is also a tangential subject in his post about what women really mean when they call you an asshole. Here are my thoughts:

Cruelty in a relationship comes from one of two places: a takes-two-to-tango dynamic, and a gamma power-trip.

The first kind is a symbiosis of the man’s sadistic sexual persona with the girl’s submissiveness. To understand this, it has to be understood that while the female is the submissive sex, among normal women there are gradations of submissiveness. A woman who is average-to-dominant still seeks to pair up with a man who is the stronger partner, but without a cruel streak. Those kinds of pairs are what we recognize as healthy couples.

Now, the woman with an extremely submissive nature will seek a sadistic male. Counter-intuitively, such a girl is not demure or frail. She is often the cocksure, claws-in-your-face, shit-testing bitch because that’s how she screens out normal men in order to find a sadist with whom she will find satisfaction. They way I see it play out in real life is that those kinds of women end up badly; the relationship dynamic is destructive when adult things such as paying bills and raising children come up. Overly submissive women are damaged goods for most men because they will only respect a partner who leads them to a miserable end.

Occasionally, an extreme submissive will marry a submissive man, who defers to her under the misguided notion that her aggressive demeanor means that she want to wear the pants in the relationship. Perversely those submissive men in turn find fulfillment with that kind of a woman, even as as she is perpetually frustrated with him. A couple with a disrespectful wife and a “yes dear” husband could be an example of this.

The second kind of cruelty from a man in a relationship is the gamma power-trip. A gamma, a manosphere concept articulated by Vox Day, is understood to be a low sexual market value (SMV) male who seeks to improve his position NOT via the normal methods of self-knowledge and self-improvement, but through retreating into delusions of already being a high-SMV man (“if only the corrupt word knew my true value!”) and handling inevitable conflicts by way of lashing out with snark and passive-aggression. My shorthand definition of a gamma male: “alpha ambition without the alpha goods.”

One of the tell-tale signs of a gamma is abuse of power, once he gets some. In contrast with the gamma, an alpha is a natural leader and as such will instinctively work within a male hierarchy, treating those under him dominantly but fairly, while in turn subordinating himself to the stronger alphas above him once those relative positions had been sorted out. But a gamma will not treat those under him dominantly-yet-fairly. He will swing between abuse and obsequiousness to men who are institutionally subordinate to him.  If you ever had a gamma boss, you will know what I mean.

And so, if a gamma ends up dating a normal, usually a lower-SMV girl, he will get a rush from his rare taste of power and treat her like shit. Since she is likely not a submissive — those girls seek out asshole alphas — this will not end up being a symbiotic male/female dynamic. She’ll probably just leave him, unless for some reason she’s stuck with him, in which case she’ll hate him.

If you think you are a cruelty artist, are you the first kind (“takes two to tangle”) or are you the second kind (the gamma power trip)? With the former, the more you lay it on, the more she lights up. In the second case the more you lay it on, the more her light goes out.