tl;dr: I’ve often wondered why my Mormon aunties were able to have healthy kids until 45, and generally just assumed that it was a statistical quirk. In fact, there’s some motherfucking science! suggesting that women who start having kids early have an easier time having them late, too.

I subsequently assumed that if there was a correlation, it was caused by negative pressures (sluts who jack themselves up on synthetic hormone birth control, have abortions, and get their uteri scarred by HPV and gonorrhoea having a more difficult time conceiving). No, that’s not the whole story either.

In our study, peak fecundability was approximately 29–30 years among parous women and 27–28 years among nulliparous women. Among parous women, age was associated with increasing fecundability until age 30 years, after which it decreased; among nulliparous women, there was little increase in fecundability after age 20 and a marked decline starting around age 28 years.

Read the whole thing here:

Click to access nihms448571.pdf

Credit to Heidi (part of the award-winning Dalrock research team) for finding this article. Show her some love (here).

Just in time to illustrate the bounce-back phenomenon I wrote about mere hours ago, is this little gem, which I received at about 23h50 yesterday evening.

There are eight different conversations here. One is a relative, age ten. One is a colleague. Two are bitches I’m currently fucking. Three are bitches who want to fuck me. Then there is instagram ho’. My readers will remember instagram ho’ from this entry (link).

In my conversation, I express confusion as to why this bitch would be texting me out of the blue. Of course, I’m not actually confused. As all my readers know, this is what ho’s do.

Several weeks ago instagram ho’ decided that I wasn’t sufficiently invested in her, and she wanted me to man up. As is my custom, I told her I understood, and bid her good luck as she stomped away, nose in the air, to find someone more manly. I imagine that she’s had several tinder flings in the interim, but apparently no one else is giving her even the meager and insufficient bounty of attention that I did. Thus, the bitch wants to re-enter orbit.

Instagram ho’ was very good at sex, but was otherwise dull as dirt. It makes no sense to hold grudges, but as I have other options at the moment, instagram ho’ has a long wait in line which I predict she won’t be able to tolerate. It’s just as well.

I pulled this off reddit. If this were real (which I doubt), our brother would get an unexpected text reading I miss you at about the six-week mark.

And now, just for independence day, here is a heartwarming story of independence from women, gleaned from the internet.

There are two first-person blog posts here, written by an anonymous feminist heroine, who is just trying to ‘have it all’. In part one of our story, the protagonist describes meeting a man who keeps his financial life private. This man is subsequently dumped by this gold-digging ho’, who assumes that he is broke.

She finds out later he’s a multimillionaire who chooses a lifestyle of simplicity and mobility.

Part 1 – Summer 2014

*TL;DR – My boyfriend kept his wealth a secret from me throughout our entire relationship. I ended the relationship on the pretext that he wasn’t money/career motivated, he didn’t say anything to the contrary. *

 

I [F26] have been dating Will [M27] for most of 2014; I met him on New Years Eve, we exchanged numbers, scheduled a coffee date and have been seeing each other ever since. He’s tall and shy, with long thick hair like Eddie Vedder. He lives in an older house by himself and drives a 1997 Toyota. He dresses very casually – I don’t think he even owns a collared shirt – and all his clothes are minimum 1-2 years old. For income, he told me he “ran a few websites” and picked up piece-work as a ‘session guitarist’. He is also very frugal. He never took me out for fancy dinners or anything. In the beginning it was always coffee dates, walks, hikes, etc. If we go out, he insists on ‘pre-drinking’ and refuses to buy drinks at a bar. Most nights he was content staying in, watching Netflix and playing his guitar.

 

I never outright asked how much money he made, but given his lifestyle, clothes, furnishings, etc. plus the fact that he rarely worked, I assumed it wasn’t much. I would lightly prod him with questions about the future, if he had any career goals – he would say that he “saw me in his future”, but also he was “happy the way things were”.

 

I have Facebook and am on it every day, usually when work is slow. Lately my newsfeed has been filled with my peers getting married, buying houses, having babies, and other various accolades. I can’t help but feel jealous by this; it seems like everyone but me is making significant gains in their lives and relationships. Three weeks ago, after seeing a girl I knew from high school buy her 3rd property with her husband, it felt like my relationship with Will was juvenile and had no future.

 

The next time I was over at Will’s (after he served me potato soup for dinner and was torrenting a documentary for us to watch later) I ended the relationship. I was perfectly honest about everything – he was a great guy, I loved him and his personality, but I felt he lacked career/life ambition and we wanted different things for the future. He sat and listened to everything, seemingly unmoved by it. When I finished talking, he said “fine by me” and asked me to leave. I went to hug him on my way out, instead he just guided me out the door and slammed it shut behind him.

 

With prior boyfriends, we’d still talk or text a bit after we’d be broken up. Sometimes we’d even still hook up. I dunno, I’ve just never had a ‘bad break-up’ and always try to remain on good terms. I haven’t heard a fucking word from Will, even after texting him multiple times and calling him once.

 

I saw two of Wills friends at the gym today. I went over and made small talk, asked how he was, etc. I tried to explain myself, saying he was a great guy but our views on money and the future didn’t seem to mesh. To this, one friend chuckled to himself and walked away. I asked the other friend WTF that’s about it, and he says “Yeah, we heard. The thing is, Will’s loaded. He inherited his grandpas land which is leased to oil and gas companies. I’ve seen the quarterly checks he gets and they’re more than my yearly salary. Good luck getting him to spend it, though. He has a ‘if it aint broke, dont fix it’ type mentality. Just look at that piece of shit he drives!”

 

This has completely baffled and upset me. I dated him for 10 months when I thought he was penniless, proof I’m not a fucking gold-digger. I am a 26 year old woman who needs to be pragmatic, I can’t just indefinitely date someone with the future being so uncertain. He could’ve said something, ANYTHING during our break up when I was explaining my doubts about our relationship. Instead he said nothing, and now he refuses to talk to me. It makes absolutely no sense.

 

I just feel so low right now. If a man with disposable income meets a woman he likes, doesn’t he want to treat her? He said he “saw me in his future”, why didn’t he care enough to share these things with me? He could have easily kept our relationship alive by being forthcoming. Someone please help me make sense of this situation.

This is a perfect example of the sort of manipulative nonsense I’ve detailed on this blog for the younger brothers. Every time a woman has sat me down to announce her reasons to break up with me, she has always had some other telos that didn’t actually involve separation. She wanted me to be exclusive with her, or she wanted me to get engaged with her, or something else. It never ceases to amuse and entertain a brother to savor the shock on a ho’s stupid face when she gets her bluff called.

Her: You aren’t doing x, y, z for me, so I think we need to break up…

You: OK. Take care of yourself.

Her: (with a frozen panicked expression) What? Huh? Don’t you want to work this out?

Of course, when a ho’ runs this script on you, you should not want to work things out. You should discern that she is a manipulative little freak, who is more trouble than she’s worth, and you should take the opportunity to move on.

Our nigga Will has done the best and most sensible thing, by refusing to negotiate, and letting his bitch end the relationship. But, our story is not over. The feminist protagonist recently revisited her old flame, and immediately went online to whine about it.

Part 2 – January 2017

In 2014 I went through a pretty bad break-up. I met Will at a NYE party hosted by a friend-of-a-friend and we dated for 10ish months. I loved him – it was probably the best relationship I’d had on a ‘personal connection’ level – but he had been dishonest about some things (not infidelity – ‘life’ things) and it led to us breaking up. I couldn’t come to terms with his lying by omission – it seemed like he threw away our relationship over nothing.

 

I was pretty unhappy for a while, not gonna lie. Went on a few dates, had a few Tinder flings, but nothing serious. Around summer 2015 is when things started to turn around and I felt I was in a good place. Happy with my job, happy with my body, happy with my social circle – just all-around happy and patiently waiting for Mr. Right to come along.

 

My friends and I were invited to the same NYE party this year, hosted by the same person. I knew there was a chance my ex would be there, but I didn’t care – I was over him. Seeing him and being cordial shouldn’t have been a problem. He was pretty icy when the relationship ended, so even if he was there, I didn’t expect him to say all that much to me.

 

So my girls and I are there early, having a few cocktails and everything is going great… then Will walks through the door. He saw me, smiled, walked directly over and gave me a big hug. With his arms wrapped around me, smelling his cologne… I just melted. In that moment, whatever bad feelings I had about our relationship were completely gone. I just genuinely missed him.

 

I got through 15 minutes of small talk with him, my heart racing the entire time. He remembered all these little details about me, my friends and my family – I couldn’t believe it. When I told him about my job, my new apartment, etc. he seemed happy for me. When the conversation ended, he gave me another quick hug and then left toward the kitchen.

 

My friends could tell that seeing him had affected me. They took me to a more private area of the house to talk it out; they reminded me to not get ahead of myself, he’s still the same guy who lied to you, etc.

 

When we went to rejoin the party, he was on his phone giving directions to someone. After a minute of eavesdropping it became clear that he was talking to his girlfriend. Fuck.

 

I should’ve left then and there, but I didn’t want it to seem like him having a new girlfriend affected me. Like I hadn’t gotten on with my fucking life after 14 months apart. And so I stayed.

 

She arrived about 10 minutes later and Will introduced her to everyone. She seemed nice enough, but seeing them together made me sick to my stomach. I swear she was being all touchy-feely with him just to spite me. I did my best to avoid them throughout the night. I found out through a friend that they’d been dating for 2 or 3 months. The party ended, I got into a car with my friends and just started sobbing uncontrollably. They tried to comfort me but I was too far gone. They dropped me off and I cried for while longer alone in my apartment.

 

This was supposed to be a fun weekend with my girls, we had all sorts of stuff planned, but I ended up staying home by myself last night. No one questioned it, they all knew. I must’ve wrote 100 different texts to Will last night but didn’t end up sending a single one. I’m going to stay in tonight as well.

 

I want him back so bad, I just don’t know what to do 😦

My readers will note a couple of things. In the first place, she has rewritten the breakup from ‘he ain’t got enough money’ to ‘he’s a dishonest liar’. She then goes on to describe the end of the affair as initiated by him (!), stating that Will ‘threw our relationship away over nothing’.

What can we learn from our brother Will? Always be closing, never beg, and if a ho’ wants to ho’ then let her go.

I’m currently on holiday, but wanted to pop online and wish my readers (all five of them) a happy season. I am, on paper at least, a Canadian, so we’ll roll Canada Day and Independence day into one glorious week of subversive anti-feminist celebrations. Whether you are going to go do as your forefathers did, and topple some infrastructure, or whether you’re just going to get drunk poolside, I trust you’ll make it memorable.

And now to some business. Earlier I wrote about Ariana Gonzalez (here), and while I thought I had an accurate picture of her argument, it’s now clear that I unfairly impugned an innocent woman. This is an apology and retraction to Mrs. Gonzalez, who is not a single mom, but is, in fact, married to a nice fellow, who fathered her youngest child.

While we don’t know the whole story, ya boy Boxer read the “pregnant at 15” part and assumed the usual, which wasn’t the case.

Mrs. Gonzalez is an example of the type of turnaround an individual can do, if one wants to work hard, quit acting like an idiot, and start living a meaningful life. I do wish she’d quit shilling for the abortion clinic on national media, but I suppose we can’t have everything.

Credit to Richard P., who did the fact checking that I was too lazy to do. I owe him a case of beer, payable on demand.