Reltihlieh says:
Our ancestors didn’t bother to pedestalize pussy. There may have been the odd Abelard or two but generally pussy was a commodity that you could just grab and use, if nowhere else, than at a brothel. Our ancestors had bigger, better and loftier things to worry about like exploration, conquest and invention.
TV and movies have created the image of the hard-to-attain woman who is “complicated”, who just wants to love and be happy… so delicate yet powerful… so tender yet formidable… a reservoir of beauty and strength decked in fragility that isn’t fragility. But she can’t… find what she wants… because.
And the poor males of today are devoting all their energy to unravel and gratify this out-of-the-world ethereal enigma of a woman, making her the Holy Grail of male salvation.
Fuck that.
“The glory of Rome” is a very powerful meme if you try and ‘deconstruct’ it. What is a scantily clad strumpet if nothing more than flesh and pubes with a few layers of makeup on? What is she when you compare her “BODY” to the great human civilizations? While I won’t belittle the women of yore who lived lives of discipline and hardship, who struggled and raised sons and daughters, I have no respect of these recent sluts who think the world is theirs because they can walk around jutting their tits in a skimpy top designed by some faggot.
Everytime you see a woman who is strutting her wares aggressively screaming for attention but pretends like the whole world is at fault for stare-raping her, just repeat the line “The glory of Rome is forever” and ignore her. That’s what I do and trust me it drives most of them insane.
