Men overestimate their attractiveness

No, wait, that’s pretty much it.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-sports-mind/201507/when-men-arent-good-looking-they-think?collection=1077685

uhuh hmm o really rlly doubt eyebrow flash lara croft

No woman reading this is surprised. We’ve all been approached by someone who was seriously about a 1-2 and thought he was a 9-10. “Insane confidence” just strikes us as “insane”.
And the PUAs wonder why their fail rate is so high (less than 5% success to approach, about the error rate by alarming coincidence)…. yes, there is a league, and odds are, you don’t qualify. Women are too polite to rank men to their faces or in the street (exception: black women) but we spend practically all of our time alone doing it – this is the reason the feminists invented the Bechdel test. We score you. Every little thing – about your physical appearance, mind. Just the physical. No more unfair than men doing it to us. We rank groups of men too, including friend groups.
Your grandmother lied to stop you from giving up: Looks matter.

Before I get the bitchy comments about male value being tied up in other things – you can’t see those other things from across a room quit dodging the issue. James Bond is always cast as a 10 despite all his other attributes, and I sincerely doubt any living man has more skills than him. Get plastic surgery if it bothers you that much.

Find out your true value here: https://disenchantedscholar.wordpress.com/2015/07/09/an-easy-way-for-men-to-find-their-10-scale-value/

Sex, promiscuity and sexual preference

The man who despises himself tries to gain self-esteem from sexual adventures—which can’t be done, because sex is not the cause, but an effect and an expression of a man’s sense of his own value . . .

The men who think that wealth comes from material resources and has no intellectual root or meaning, are the men who think—for the same reason—that sex is a physical capacity which functions independently of one’s mind, choice or code of values. They think that your body creates a desire and makes a choice for you just about in some such way as if iron ore transformed itself into railroad rails of its own volition.

Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a man’s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions. Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself.

No matter what corruption he’s taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment—just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!—an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as his standard of value. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience—or to fake—a sense of self-esteem . . . . Love is our response to our highest values—and can be nothing else. ~ Rand

 

Scientist has nothing better to do than study cosplayers

study writeup here

On a study about clothes, can you guess the sex of the Professor?

Get ready for transhumanism

The biggest question is obvious: Why, oh why, did she go DC?

The second is the unsupported inference.

Let’s apply this ‘logic’ to other things;

  • Dressing like a prostitute makes you sleep around.
  • Wearing glasses makes you intelligent.
  • Tucking in your shirt makes you professional.

Embodied cognition doesn’t operate by its own causation (X>Y), it utilizes the common cause of faith, yes, the things atheists ironically state doesn’t exist. But if you ask about self-fulfilling prophecies, they’ll say of course it does, because they believe in SCIENCE, dammit!