An observation: unless you are in fact a redpilled guy, conversations at the level you're talking about are way too early for that. What it says (whether you mean it that way or not) is, "whatever cute little thing you think you're doing with your life right now, it's trivial, and I expect you to accede to that point of view before I bother wasting my time on some uppity "feminist" cunt." It suggests that your expectation is a condition, regardless of theirs. And if you put your ideas about what another person should be or do above what that individual actually values or wants to do, you've dismissed them and their perspective on their own life and future as inherently less important than those from you, a practical stranger.
So, you're saying that women divide these things up into "phases"? With male friendship, it's as simple as "You're pretty cool and like some of the stuff I do. I don't care that you called me a faggot and you suddenly dont care that I hit you, let's be best friends to the point of inconvenience forever now."
Do I really need to feed everything I say into AI to look for weird subtexts like that? I shouldn't take the conversation there? It seems interesting to me, because a career is usually something done out of necessity. Employed women are generally unhappy, and
are significantly less happy when working more hours, including when income and other factors are controlled for.
All I mentioned was that I thought "career girls" were usually subject to more stress and often took their work life home with them, and based on what I knew, in some kind of long-term relationship, it'd probably be better to have/be a housewife than an employed wife.
Did I assert anything, demand anything, "reveal something about myself", or "set some kind of standard"? No. But I'm sure she was "looking for one" in my words.
And if you put your ideas about what another person should be or do above what that individual actually values or wants to do, you've dismissed them and their perspective on their own life
This is the shit I'm talking about, everything has to be convoluted while casual musing is picked apart for "conditions" and firmly held beliefs. So many of these hoes have been taught that "people dont change" or that someone can "show their true colors", that it's their basis for everything, despite being false, and in many cases I've seen the use of these ideas, non-sequitur.
It's impossible to have a candid conversation with these foids, because everything has to "mean something", and so any verbal misstep, or mentioning ideas that she may not agree with, results in an argument rather than a debate.
It seems like you are suggesting that women seriously, instinctively, universally, insist and believe that when a person presents an idea, they are not revealing a thought, but some immutable, core part of themselves.
As much as I'd hope to disagree, or find an exception to this rule, you may unfortunately be correct.
>It really is untenable, and these foids should not be able to vote. People should have listened to Elliot before he took things into his own hands...
Oh, so they are reading you exactly right. Leave them alone. It's a you problem, not a them problem.
To be candid, I wrote that while very drunk and MATI. I am, however, happily prepared to defend the "repeal the 19th!" angle, because I am not (unlike women and certain hormonally distupted males), wired to filter my thoughts through a "consensus filter" for safety.
And that's my point, so many modern issues exist because of how easy it apparently is to manipulate women using emotion, manufactured consent, and astroturfing.
The two sexes are so very different for obvious reasons. I do not like the idea of women voting, because if through some political mistake (possibly driven by "good intentions") a Major war were to occur, I would be drafted and they would not. They did not, have not, and will not have any "real" skin in the game of international geopolitics unless they desire to.
That being said, despite your likely assumption, this belief is a conclusion I came to while thinking, rather than some "core component" of me as a person, or something injected into my impressionable cranium by some grifter.