Our society no longer strongly values monogamy, and that's the real cause of our problems.

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edit: math (corrected decimal error)

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You: white knight bpm for years, no results

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In the distant past, the system guaranteed elite men monopoly over several women - four in Islam, for example. Female hypergamy meant that women flocked to have a fraction of an elite man rather than settle for the full attentions of a commoner.

In the more recent past, big government stepped in to destroy the sexual market's natural tendencies toward monopoly, akin to the trust-busting of the early 20th century. Since each man could only have one wife by law, lower status men were able to get mates, by offering commitment itself as an incentive to make up for what they lacked in resources or attractiveness.

Presently we have come to a point when the statist regime has collapsed from exhaustion, under the weight of its own overreach. It tires of enforcing one-to-one mating exclusivity. Adultery, polygamous menages, etc. are no longer sanctioned. The instinct of female hypergamy, long suppressed by the regime of monogamous marriage, expresses itself by choosing to devalue commitment altogether. Men can no longer offer commitment itself, which once leveled the playing field, and only compete on looks and resources - mostly the first, since the median woman outearns the median man, the male mean income being propped up by a few Silicon Valley and Mexican cartel mega-earners. (Housewives are balanced out by salad-tossing male prisoners.) The result is that the top 10% of good-looking males monopolize all women, leaving none for the rest of the men.

Today's situation is more merciful than the hypergamy of antiquity, but markedly worse, for a bottom 90% bro, than the brief golden age (1948-1968 in the United States) in which government intervention guaranteed every man a good job in a factory and a wife to come home to.

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Unusually cute feminist who writes pointless blog liberating fatties and cunts from bowel-shaking judgment is seduced by lacrosse playing frat boy son of a Republican bigwig. She finds out he has murdered three black prostitutes and buried the bodies in a remote Virginia wood, but by that time her heart swoons for his hot-cold-hot-cold, dread-inducing relationship acumen, and her vagina struggles against her conscience for dominance. One night he takes her to the spot where the bodies are decomposing and asks if she wants to be tied to a tree. Fear and tingles grip her, and she relents despite her misgivings, overcome with hot lust to fulfill a long-held fantasy of getting “play”-raped against a stately oak. He asks increasingly demanding questions, to which she answers affirmatively, her vagina glowing hotter with each reluctant submission. A French poodle trots into the scene, film noirish, and it triggers a lost memory from her youth, when a niceguy beta with a good job and kitchen skills loved her and promised her a life of domestic contentment and backrubs. A single feminist tear creases her face, now ripped by agony and pleasure as frat boy’s turgid paddle rends her furrow. He is wearing a Zorro mask. She mewls like a cougar in the throes of post-meal delight.

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Months of dangerous sex punctuate a rise in feminist stardom, but she keeps her secret well, suffering the endless indignities of his increasingly deranged intrusions upon her body and claims on her womanhood, going so far as to construct a locket for her to permanently wear as reminder of his love. The spiral of passion imprisons and releases her, until one day he unceremoniously dumps her after she catches him anally boffing her radical feminist co-editor. Now presumably freed of his inexplicable power over her, she makes plans to reveal his crimes, but every time, just when she is about to pull the trigger, she steps away from the brink to collect her thoughts on long eatpraylove straycations, the last one to Morocco, where a swarthy fellow selling exotic wool carpets that cost five cents to manufacture in a Chinese factory accosts her in a dusty alley and introduces her to sexy jihad. From there, she comes down with an extreme case of Stockholm Syndrome and follows him on a pilgrimage to London, where she is initiated into the chain migration family through one-sided arranged marriage. She becomes a zealous Muslim convert, and feels a love and emotional calm she has never felt before, except when memories of that one man sidle into her dreams…

A tall, blonde-haired figure in an extra-tight European blazer slips into the used book shoppe she now runs with her Moroccan sister/aunt/cousin-in-law. He places a dog-eared tome on the counter: “My Secret Garden”. Her fingers tremble and dance along the spine of the book. A nerve shake sends ripples along her flesh. She peers vainly for his eyes under the fedora with the rim pulled down low. All she sees is a studded metal plate covering half his face and a whimsical smirk.

“It’s you?”

The man taps the book cover with a sinewy index finger. She stumbles at the cash register and rings him up. A knife sits gamely in the pence slot. She stares at it for a second, before composing herself.

She gives him the change. He lets his hand linger in hers as the currency empties into his palm. He taps the book again, and walks slowly out the door. She opens the book and finds a marked page. Nestled between the pages is a skeleton key. She collapses to the floor. The iron locket that has pierced her for ten years presses sharply against her pubis. A note flutters from the book and lands in her lap.

“I forgive you.”

She weeps as a powerful orgasm paralyzes her. The key waits for her. She picks it up, caresses it, and throws it into the trash.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2066465&forum_id=2#21692154)