Land of the Resting Bitch Faces

The Matriarchy meets the Transarchy

When I was a clueless youth, back in the 1970s and 1980s, there were lots of females that we called “bitches.” Probably even more females called each other “bitches.” Most of them seemed to revel in their bitchiness. Some of them clearly enjoyed rolling their eyes, and bestowing a devastating rejection on some smitten male admirer.

I never was attracted to these types of girls. I’m sorry, I still call females “girls” when they’re obviously grown women. It’s probably a hate crime, but it’s a byproduct of having lived a long time in America 1.0. I think they get upset now if you call actual little girls “girls.” They prefer “young women” instead, even if they’re eight years old. Well, that was in the days before Transgenderism changed the whole dynamic. Now they don’t like the word “girl” for an entirely different reason. So, basically the word “girl” is pretty much forbidden now. It’s either sexist and demeaning, or it’s a gender restrictive term that is offensive to the massive transgender community.

Note the one thing that intimidating females, soy boys, the explosion of transgenderism, and the “Warp Speed” vaccine have in common is; a guarantee that the population numbers will decline. This is what the eugenicists have long wanted. If most boys are afraid of most girls, and/or most girls don’t want most boys, there will be less babies born. If more boys become girls, and girls become boys, babies become impossible, despite what the professors and celebrities say. And if an untested vaccine damages the reproductive organs, as the COVID vaccines most assuredly have, then birth numbers will plunge, as again is already the case.

But to get back to toxic feminism, which ruled the culture in the days before Transgenderism. I think I was about the only one to notice how the girls (or women if you prefer) were constantly depicted in films and TV shows as being able to beat up the boys (men). Mary Tyler Moore easily exercising a perfect judo flip on hapless Dick Van Dyke. Wilma and Betty judo flipping Fred and Barney on The Flintstones. Lily Munster easily defeating her hapless seven foot plus husband Herman in arm wrestling, and then knocking him out with one punch. Eric Cartman being punched out by little Wendy on the most politically incorrect cartoon of them all, South Park. They were certainly politically correct on that issue.

For decades, the single most prevalent theme coming out of nearly every film in Hollywood was some 100 pound actress punching out, or head butting, or roundhouse kicking some much larger male, who was often fully armed. Unlike millions of presumably cuckable males that find this theme enticing, I always blanched at it. And when they weren’t beating males up, they were sexually humiliating them. When the world’s biggest sex symbol, Raquel Welch, starred in a rare X-rated mainstream film, Myra Breckinridge, in 1970, my horny fourteen year old self naturally assumed we’d finally see this sex symbol naked on screen. Guess again. Instead, she bent some cowboy over, pulled down his pants, and pegged him. She didn’t show a thing.

I loved the original Planet of the Apes. The film featured a gorgeous little known actress, Linda Harrison, who wore a skimpy outfit. But it covered everything. The only nudity was a long and completely pointless view of star actor Charlton Heston’s scrawny bare butt. This would become a trend- male nudity instead of female nudity- in future years. Whenever I watch a film made within the last thirty years or so, and it says “contains nudity,” I know that there is a much better chance of it being male rather than female nudity. As one who grew up reading (yes, actually reading) Playboy, this is all incomprehensible to me. And I seem to be the only one who’s noticing.

Now I’m not suggesting that nudity of any kind is ever good, or even necessary in films or television shows. But if the subject is ever broached, it’s to promote the disinformation that women are being “exploited” by nudity onscreen, when in fact more men than women are shown naked in films, and especially television. I feel this has been instrumental in the development of subsectors in the pornography world, devoted to “clothed female, naked male” and cuckold fantasies. Remember, porn caters to men. So many men want to see fully clothed women abusing naked men, or men being humiliated by other men having sex with their wives?

Yes, I know that the pornography world is dominated by depictions of naked women, who are surely being exploited. Much of the prevalence of porn is due to its easy accessibility, but also the intimidating nature of most young women today certainly has to play a part. Most young men are not confident around women, and after a steady dose of deflating rejection, it must seem easier just to watch porn. That’s a real shame, because it’s having a destructive effect on young males. If they make the sex dolls realistic and affordable, I think many men will opt for them over real women. Which they probably rationalize are out of their reach regardless.

Even in television cartoons, only the male characters’ butts are shown. The Simpsons has long been especially notorious for this. Now, I don’t want to come off as perverted enough to want to see a stick figure’s cartoon ass, but why would they limit themselves only to male characters? This includes, of course, little Bart Simpson, and the kids (male only) on South Park. South Park even had an episode where they spoofed NAMBLA, and found humor in pedophiles dancing with little boys. One cannot imagine there being any humor in pedophiles dancing with little girls. But then there wouldn’t be a NAMGLA outfit allowed to exist legally in this country, either.

My point is that anything goes in terms of demeaning males, of any age. America’s Funniest Home Videos consisted largely of males (including little boys) being hit in the balls. I don’t think there would be quite as much laughter at females in the same predicaments. Male onscreen nudity serves mostly to embarrass the actor. Even older distinguished males like Jack Nicholson have bared their bottoms gratuitously. In one of this last films, poor Robin Williams was outfitted in one of those hospital patient gowns that leave the back open, but evidently only for male patients. So viewers were treated to a glimpse of his soon to be dead bare bottom. Exquisite entertainment. Picture them doing that to Diane Keaton, or Meryl Streep.

So in light of this, it’s no surprise that actresses onscreen have increasingly taken on the demeanor of cruel authority figures. The Resting Bitch Face is very real, and every young actress I’ve seen has it. Kristen Stewart is probably the master of it, but others have it down pat. The Resting Bitch Face advertises a willingness to punch any male in their presence, even if they’re holding a machine gun. And it’s like a force field around them, rendering them unapproachable to all but the most confident males. Be wary, for you at best will receive a debilitating verbal tongue lashing, and at worst will be knocked unconscious. The Resting Bitch Face transforms beauty into saltpeter.

And it has created the MGTOW movement- Men Going Their Own Way. Could anything be sadder than what seems to be a substantial number of young males simply foregoing the companionship of females? Of determining that the potential for finding someone to love and grow old with is not worth the trouble of trying to discover one amidst all those Resting Bitch Faces? Incels- or the involuntary celibate- have become comedy fodder now, by a culture that was already making fun of males, even when we didn’t have the sad reality of forty and fifty year old virgins. I’m sure it would be just as funny if large numbers of women were unhappy incels.

Then there are the Chads, the nemesis of all the incels. According to the incels, 80 percent of the females want to be with the same 20 percent of males. The Chads. That 80-20 rule is everywhere. I’ve quoted it often in terms of our casino economy, where 80 percent must lose, so 20 percent can win. And the same women who recoil at the average incel, will often tolerate tremendous abuse from a Chad. Unfaithfulness. Disrespect. In my book Bullyocracy, I went over this sad phenomenon in detail. Obviously, with an 80-20 split like that, procreation becomes problematic. Recently, it was reported that 63 percent of young men, but only 34 percent of women, were single. I’m not sure how that’s mathematically possible, but it can’t be a good thing.

These Resting Bitch Faces have supplanted the Marlon Brandos and James Deans- they aren’t rebels, but they are angry without a cause. Why are these women so mad? They always look unhappy onscreen, while their pathetic male peers stand around with goofy grins on their non-bitch faces. And in action films, it’s now the alpha female strutting confidently in front, while the males hide behind her, much like the swooning leading ladies of the Golden Age followed loyally behind the leading man. Okay, we get it- bolster the self-esteem of girls. Cool, I’m for that. But why crush the self-esteem of boys? And can’t we mix it up a bit, be somewhat unpredictable? Is there anything lovelier than the smile of a beautiful woman?

The messages sent out by these odious films, with their Resting Bitch Faces front and center, is that men are worthless. As the feminists used to say, a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. That’s pretty much the underlying theme to all media over the past few decades. Women control when and how sex will occur, and if they cheat, their submissive husband will forgive them. And the clear message will be that they should forgive them. But, if the husband cheats, the clear message will be that he is an incontrovertible cad, and the woman must leave him immediately. To find herself. Or because she deserves better. You go, girl!

When I was a kid, prime time television, and news coverage, was designed to cater to males. My father, and pretty much every father in America, controlled the television. Now, things have flipped completely, and all shows are designed for females. Or transgenders, I guess. No more westerns. No more masculine private detectives fighting off the dames. No more variety shows with dancing girls in skimpy outfits. I like to picture an audience of WWII-era males watching The View, for instance. Now that would be entertaining.

Male characters are always apologizing to females in movies and television, even when they have done nothing wrong. Often when they have been wronged by the female they’re apologizing to. It is an extreme rarity for any female onscreen to apologize to any male onscreen. Ryan Reynolds, a huge star, agreed to allow himself to be pegged onscreen in the “superhero” movie Deadpool. Female reviewers and journalists were besides themselves with giddiness. How “liberating.” How “superhero” like. Just picture an actress of comparable star power- let’s say Sandra Bullock- allowing herself to be bent over nude like that. But that’s different.

It has come to the point where males attempting to express their opinion are castigated for “mansplaining.” Now, I know women were shushed quite a bit in the bad old days, but I don’t believe the chauvinists who ran things back then ever devised an absurd term like that to silence them. Girls, don’t back down! Get loud! Be proud! Punch if you feel like it. Be rude. Be aggressive and daring. Sure, some of you will get hurt in the process. But not onscreen. Like Blacks, you are permanent victims. And yet you are in complete control of those victimizing you. It’s an Identity Politics thing, you wouldn’t understand. What a total package; persistent anger, frowning, aggressiveness, impatience, dismissiveness. What’s not to love?

But all of this has changed over the past few years. With the birth of the Transgender craze, now it’s hard to determine who’s who and what’s what. Transgender “women” have proven pretty adept at the Resting Bitch Face. Women really can’t dominate and humiliate males now, because there are no more men and women. Those are antiquated terms. As recent Oscar winner Jamie Lee Curtis just said, it’s time to end the Best Actor and Actress awards. We’re all gender fluid now. Nonbinary forever! But we’ll still find plenty of Whites who are obviously males to play the villains. And if someone needs to be ridiculed or beaten up, by any of the 57 genders, it will be them.

There is an odd alliance between feminism- even toxic feminism- and transgenderism. While they seemingly contradict each other, all but a few naysayers, like Harry Potter creator J.K. Rowling, seem comfortable with lifelong men arbitrarily declaring themselves women, and even winning prestigious awards for it. International Women’s Month has consisted largely of the Biden White House and others bestowing honors on biological men. Women’s sports are now dominated by transgenders who were born men. Only a few biological women seem to care. I don’t know, but it seems like a repudiation of everything they fought for.

But males continue to be demeaned by the power of transgenderism. I don’t think you’ll see any deluded mothers taking their six year olds to a strip bar that features naked biological women. But they are lining up enthusiastically to take them to drag strippers, where men pretending to be women get naked. There will never be a Stripper Story Hour, or Prostitute Story Hour, featuring biological females reading to impressionable elementary school students. No, that honor is reserved for biological males dressed as women. And there have even been preteen drag strippers. Do we imagine that preteen girl strippers would be celebrated like these confused boys are?

Now, please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not suggesting that it would be a good idea for prostitutes or real female strippers to visit elementary schools, and writhe about on a stripper pole, as transgender “women” have. I think having preteen girl strippers would be a reprehensible idea. But so is having preteen boys in drag stripping, which seems not to bother the cultural overlords. A National Man-Girl Love Association would be horrible, and seemingly illegal. But the National Man-Boy Love Association is a legal outfit. Why isn’t that illegal?

It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, as Ray Davies told us in the song Lola, which probably ought to become America 2.0’s National Anthem. Toxic feminism emasculated the male, especially the White male, and “empowered” females to a ludicrous degree. It taught that good and positive attributes like kindness and tenderness subjugated women. It ridiculed essential skills like cooking and housework. Most of all, it scoffed at motherhood. The maternal instinct was redirected towards cats and dogs. In the face of all the wearying propaganda, most men became softer. Soy Boys. Hard women and soft men. Muddled up.

Emily Blunt, whom I know little about, has become my favorite actress. This is because she recently stated that she was tired of taking roles that required her to be mean and tough the entire time. It’s about time someone said it. But in the wake of the Transarchy seemingly superseding the Matriarchy, I’m not sure how things will play out. When a 100 pound biological woman (or “Sysgen,” to use their ridiculous term for normal) fights a 175 pound “trans” woman onscreen, who will win? Competing agendas. They’ll probably settle that by having both women and trannies beat up biological White males. Their powers have never worked well on nonwhites.

Again, please don’t mistake what I’m writing here. I am no misogynist. I love women. I love feminine beauty. I love traditional feminine qualities. I like to put women on a pedestal. And maybe there is a part of me, to quote Steve Martin, that then wants to look up their dresses. Before women’s liberation, they were second-class citizens. Females didn’t get the right to vote in America until some sixty years after Black males did. Men used to have cart blanche to beat their wives. Ricky spanked Lucy many times on television. Men and women laughed. Now if anyone is spanked, it’s the husband. Both men and women have qualities that are necessary for human life.

No one should be beating anyone else up. Might never makes right. It doesn’t make it “empowering” when a female does it. Sexual orientation can differ. Gender can’t. With the rare exceptions of hermaphrodites, you’re either born with a penis or a vagina. Two sexes. Essential for procreation. As the COVID psyop has shown, you can politicize “science,” so pretending that gender is “fluid” is really no different. Transgenderism, with its endless different “genders,” its censorship of the most common terms, and its denial of biological reality, has introduced a new brand of lunacy into our crumbling civilization.

The mutilated young girls, tragically displaying the Frankenstein scars on their chests, where breasts once were and should still be, are the poster children for Transgender madness. Even sadder are the smiling mothers and unconscionable doctors standing next to them, proud of their “work.” Fortunately, there has not been a plethora of transgender “girls” showing off their former penis scars in the same way. These procedures are as abominable as any ever attributed to the Nazis. They are sanctioned, and lauded, by a depraved and spiritually dead sector of the population.

It’s hard to fight for women’s rights, or men’s rights, when the Transarchy has obliterated both sexes. Saying there are only two genders is like saying all lives matter. Undeniable truth, but it brings immediate “cancellation” from our corrupt culture. Would the divorce rate really be fifty percent, without all this intense propaganda, designed to divide men and women? I’ve always gotten along well with females, and am perfectly able to be friends with them, without designs of anything else. I would never strike a woman. I can’t really even yell at women. It was almost impossible for me to break up with a girl. I just waited for them to break up with me.

We all are confronted with a systemic corruption such as the world has never seen. Crimes and conspiracies are being engaged in every day by the worst people in our society, whom we have inexplicably allowed to become our leaders. We are involved in perpetual wars. Currently we have given a lot more money to Ukraine than we’ve thought about giving to our own people in need. Our electoral process is rigged. Upward mobility is almost impossible, as I detailed in Survival of the Richest. The public is being dumbed down like no other ever has. Correct grammar and math are “racist.” Well, everything is “racist.” Huge problems everywhere.

And yet we continue to be distracted by bread and circuses. In our case, racist bread and transgender circuses. We all have a common enemy; White, Black, Brown, Red, and Yellow, “sysgen” and “nobinary,” “Red” and “Blue” placard wavers. The one thing they fear is us dropping the petty cultural squabbles and turning our attention on them. They’re the ones who use “conspiracy theorist,” “racist” and “transphobe” and “anti-Semite” to their advantage. They write the scripts that set the narrative. They teach these poisonous concepts to starry-eyed college students. They’re the reason most Americans took a shot that is injuring and killing them like none in history.

We don’t have to go back to Ralph Kramden comically threatening to punch Alice to the moon. But the pendulum needs to swing back in the other direction. We need some true “equity” here. “Equity” is all the rage now, isn’t it? Equity between the sexes. And just the two sexes. The imaginary ones should be ignored, not made the arbiters of official corporate and government policy. Misandry is just as bad as misanthropy. “Transphobe” is a more laughable term than “homophobe.” If there is a fear, it’s that this insanity will kill the future of humanity by making reproduction impossible. And that seems to be exactly what the eugenicists in high places want.