Two Kinds Of Girls

I went to Starbucks with my son for some pastries and drinks (I don’t patronize the company but someone gave me a gift card). The evening’s ambiance was pleasant, with alt-something music playing and a smattering of older adults here and there. There were also two groups of young women.

The first thing you notice on a healthy girl is the luster of her hair. At a table we passed there were three pleasant-looking high school girls, one of them downright luminous. They were not one iota different from the ones I went to high school with. Each new generation is a marker of time that counts off the passage of centuries.

After getting our order, we sat on a couch near a table with two college-aged girls, who in a counterpoint to the girleens’ timeless femininity, marked the idiosyncrasy of our own era. The chubby one vindicated the cliché with her blue hair. The other was more normal-looking but had an argumentative face and wore oversized glasses. They were just wrapping up their conversation about President Trump. I won’t hold you in suspense: they were against him.

Men pick up on the aura of an unbalanced psyche. They were female gammas, analogous to their male counterparts in their self-sabotaging alpha ambition without the alpha goods. The thin one was making me wary with her darting glances and the odd fiddling with her phone like she might try to surreptitiously take a photo of us, so I was ready to prevent that.

There is a classic movie scene that dramatizes a permanent choice that every girl makes at a key moment in her life:

Tony: Are you a nice girl or are you a cunt?
Annette: Can’t I be both?
Tony: No. It’s a decision a girl’s gotta make early in life, if she’s gonna be a nice girl or a cunt.

Today that cunt might be an SJW, and likely to have a young man up on false-rape charges. The core constituency of feminism is the tragic women who had made up their minds to be dissolute with their youth and live out their days hating anyone who reminds them of what they had thrown away. One of life’s iron rules: you reap what you sow.

When it was time to go, we walked past the table with the three pretty girls and I understood that nature always persists in springing afresh. If you have a daughter, you literally have a treasure on your hands, so long as you raise her right.

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14 thoughts on “Two Kinds Of Girls

  1. –Was the SJW chick genuinely scoping you out for some reason, or was it just a sort of “she would be the kind who WOULD” vibe?

    I’m curious since you didn’t foreground any detail that showed you were flaunting any Trumpenreich goods, other than being your own normal self (which just MIGHT be enough lozlz). Was your mere presence already triggering her, or was their some unspoken detail hovering in the air that lent some tension?

    [She was giving me and my son (a child) concealed glances and her vibe was hostile. We were having a lively conversation but weren’t loud or otherwise attracting attention. I may well have been flaunting my Trumpenreich goods through my relaxed patriarchal demeanor. –PA]

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  3. “Are you a nice girl or are you a cunt?”

    Is that how they talked in Brooklyn?

    John Travolta has had an interesting arc to his career. Famously resurrected by Tarantino. And now but lately looking pretty Neanderthal and not too good. His is the famous “huge face” of Burr’s comedy bit.

    He was the hottest thing in the world, when that movie came out.

    That movie is the classic, it’s so bad it’s good.

    Along with of course, Footloose.

    But among girls of his generation, by whom he was adored, he was considered “the best dancer in the world.”

    That was actually his sobriquet.

    I remember this because I remember hearing that and spergtastically categorizing it as an absolute statement, as if everyone had been evaluated it and it was empirically at fact that Travolta was the first-place and best dancer.

    John Travolta and the Fonz — how ever subtly do the blend those lines.

  4. That’s rather amazing that the vibe that the darting glance girl was giving you would be so forceful. Or rather, such that you picked up on it. As though she wanted you to know.

    Color me shocked, as she must have been mad-dogging you something fierce with quite the frown, etc.

    On a better note: yes, there is that alluring aura of young, feminine women that is eminently understood and appreciated by healthy men.

  5. Regarding Saturday Night Fever, I saw that for the first time, that is, not on TV–with commercialis and edits–at the Paramount theater a few years back and I have to admit, the first onscreen kiss between Tony and Annette is the best onscreen kiss in modern cinema. The buildup is so great that the payoff comes through.

  6. Fell out of my chair laughing because of: “They were just wrapping up their conversation about President Trump. I won’t hold you in suspense: they were against him.”

  7. If you have and daughter and want to raise her right, don’t ever send her to college. That’s where they become femcunts.

  8. re: “Regarding Saturday Night Fever, I saw that for the first time,” mendo

    I saw it once on a non-stop flight from the USA to Taiwan (China Airlines) and watched the film Dubbed in Mandarin. It was a hoot.

    Dan Kurt

  9. — don’t ever send her to college. That’s where they become femcunts.

    Very true. Alternatives to college, or the right way to put her thru college, is a big subject in its own right. Parents’ subconscious reason for sending daughters to college is to help their odds of marrying into an equal or higher social class by putting her in an environment where she can meet men with prospects.

  10. I have a relative for whom the finances are not a problem, so she will be going to whatever college she wants to, and gets into to.

    If I were in a position to put conditions on it, the one condition would simply be a real degree, and maintaining a GPA during the course of it.

    However, that doesn’t address the cultural programming. So as far as that goes, how does one deal with that?

    The fact that colleges and universities have a monopoly on the cultural programming, is the onion of it.

    It is ironic or whatever, because that “character formation” was what college once WAS about — but back in the old days, we had real traditions and characters were formed rather than abused.

    So that is the catch-22 of it. That what university really is up to, is that cultural transmission, and that transcends the syllabus.

  11. The catch-22 is that, White people of good character want and need to assume positions of influence in their own society, and to do that they have to go to college, but part of the college deal is to knock them down (as white people).

    The catch-22 is that the alternative routes to influence are not clear.

    From the perspective of someone older and not having to deal with it, the alternative routes seem easy.

    Became a competent farmer and work the land. Be a blue collar roughneck and or mechanical genius and make a million dollars on the oil fields. Have lots of brilliant kids and homeschool them. It all seems easy on paper.

    I know a number of millennials who are well above average in intelligence and talent, and umc in their family background, who have struggled intensely in college to the point of dropping out. And their families are utterly perplexed, and upset. I on the other hand am sympathetic, and can imagine what it must be like for them.

    Or in any case I can only imagine.

    They know that the college experience is not what they need. I would like more insight into their experience.

  12. I don’t mean to sound like a parody of an older person.

    No one ever has the perspective that you are looking for.

    There is something Heisenberg about that.

    “What’s it like now?”

    Well, what you are really asking though, is what it would be like for you to be in that person’s shoes. And that is not what they can tell you.

    (By the way, this comment, and that aphorism I have been working on for 45 years. Glad to have finally gotten it down.)

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