Bodybuilding Classic Physique Division Offseason log
You know you who it is already. Can't recall my old password or even what email I used so here we are. I promised I'd st
i wish i could, but i couldn't share and she'd hate it if i did
i can't share too much about her because it'd be both crude and would get very little credibility as true because i legit can't think of any physical flaws in this woman other than fact she has 2 kids and at 37 (i'm 42) her fertility window is closing but i'm absolutely smitten with this woman and somehow and someway she's equally into me
she's also legit one of the few dating partners i've ever had who if she glanced over my shoulder and read the thread would agree with what was written and not be like "zomg how can they say that it's not pc" without also being a cucked out mindless maga sheep like this woman below - who sadly are some of the few people who could read this thread without getting upset, but not out of intellectualism but rather they are just so "anti-woke" that they'll agree with what's written here sans evidence just out of gut reaction and although i'm center left, i still find myself aligning with these people more and more as i age, i will never respect them
sfw but still gross
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obv not her just the stereotypical female who would approve of this thread
This seems incredibly obvious to me, you, and probably most 2p2ers. But what % of the population is even capable of thinking with this level of depth? Even if they can't explicitly say "variation within groups and variation among groups both exist, thus we should judge individuals based on exhibited cues and behaviours beyond simply ethnic group", what % can intuitively or subc
This seems obvious.
Funnily it is other black people and especially other mixed people who most easily identify me as black. More familiarity so it's easier to discern. I'm probably identified as black by less than 10% of Chinese people and as I've said many times I get middle eastern or southern european most of the time. Best leg workout I've had in a lower time. Like I picked the perfect exerci
Probably behavior that was strongly selected for. Probably evolutionary advantageous for most of human history to err on the side of caution wrt people outside the tribe.
Do you think they are looking for someone to commit crimes with and their natural affinity or simply cross race effect?
I too read the books a long time ago. Unless they just make up a new storyline, I don't really know how they would make future movies entertaining for a mass audience. As you said, things get esoteric and weird pretty fast.
P sure this storyline is just filler from prequel novels. LotR is similar. There are like 4 (5?) main books and then 12293719237 other books that contain 20 pages of bullshit discussing one paragraph on a napkin.
I mean honestly if I got paid 500k per book to give an actual author some of my dead father's chickenscratch on a napkin, I would not be actually doing any work.
was in a relationship with a woman who had over the muscle implantsher figure was spectacular to behold with clothes 10/10once the clothes came off it was still an amazing view as they represented perfectly symmetrical, large and buoyant/perky breast but a bit of a turnoff because all illusions that they could be real were shattered but still 9/10 aestheticallybut in terms of p
I mean this is the nicest way, but you're ****ing clueless about fake tits. So let me educate you. There are really three main elements. One of which you understand. Above/below muscle is kinda k whatever. Different things make that decision. Second is bag size. Third is fill of said bag. So most bags have a recommended amount to fill. So a 400cc bag is recommended to be filled with 400cc. I've never heard of an underfilled bag, but you can overfill bags and this is incredibly common with strippers/pron stars/etc.
https://edelsteincosmetics.com/breast-au...
Now we have silicone that is similar to a gummy bear texture. Also they never leak which leads to visible winkles. (Look at any variant of MILF porn stars on top to see.) For a dude seemingly into b0bs, you should really educate yourself on the subject to help advise your SO on getting the best ones. It is really pretty simple and probably would offer a great ROI given the time.
FWIW there is an IG of a guy that does supersize implants (Like 800-1200) along with an in built mesh to keep them in place. He did Cory Chase.
There's a reason you never see subtitled or translated speeches from Hitler in US history classes....And let's not pretend a certain group with a whole lot of influence on government, foreign policy, news, and entertainment media is not also influencing high school curriculums. But its none-the-less surprising they don't treat communism with similar ire; I don't think this is
Well, I have no experience with Instagram, but on X there are a lot of right wing amateur "historians" who are very loose with facts who take it way too far in the other direction (pro Hitler). For example, Hitler public speeches circa 1935 (or whenever) dont necessarily reflect his actual positions, as he had to temper his rhetoric for a German populace that wasn't (yet) receptive to entertain more extreme objectives. So presenting a speech from 1935 and saying "See, Hitler wasn't that bad. Look at his pretty moderate speech" isn't a particularly honest framing either.
But that is a danger of gatekeeping the narrative and being obviously disingenuous. Is that you cede the moral high ground to anyone willing to point this out, which is often bad actors coming from the other direction.
Some of the 'i prefer natural' chorus is authentic; a lot of it is essentially male virtue signaling. If men didn't like it in the aggregate, it wouldn't be so prevalent in "films", "professional internet para-social relationship cultivators" and among "physically present professionals" relative to the general population. Women would not self-report higher sexual satisfaction,
As someone who got married in their 20s, I am sure if I was dating in my mid 40s I would have to dramatically update my software of what my expectations should be. A lot of this of course boils down to age. I think a lot of cosmetic surgery is older (and "older" can start at a very young age depending on circumstance) females attempting (successfully to an extent, or there wouldn't be such a market for it) for their loss of sexual marketplace value because of their age.
I doubt most 19 year old women who have never gone through pregnancy would self report a dramatic increase in the metrics you described because of major surgery. For this cohort it isn't necessary and probably wouldn't be an improvement unless it was done very well.
The older artificially enhanced version of the lady in Rickroll's picture doesn't have the marketplace value (to most males) the non enhanced 20 year old version did. But probably more value than if she had done nothing. Which is the point.
I mean this is the nicest way, but you're ****ing clueless about fake tits. So let me educate you. There are really three main elements. One of which you understand. Above/below muscle is kinda k whatever. Different things make that decision. Second is bag size. Third is fill of said bag. So most bags have a recommended amount to fill. So a 400cc bag is recommended to be filled
i mean i was pretty clear i don't know jack diddly so no offense taken, just the only experiences i had were all breathtaking to see but not so much to touch but they were all over the muscle procedures on asians because in asia they prioritize recovery, cost, & what will in look like wearing a dress not what it will feel like or how they will bounce when in bed
it really loses a lot of sexiness when they don't have any of that natural sway during coitus
If this is directed to me, I assure you there is nothing interesting about my actual life. Even if I had Emoken level storytelling abilities (I dont) I couldn't make a compelling tale out of it. For example, the most notable thing I can recall of my day is the chicken corndog samples at Costco were surprisingly good, but I still didn't buy any.
I was talking about Guy. You don't post enough or enough recently to have any opinion on how boring or ultra-boring your life is.
Probably about how boring mine is tbf 😀.
A fragment from the Year in Review (Vaguebooking in 2025):
I can't be happy, I will not thrive in environments where success hinges on robotic compliance with “tell me what to do.” That **** bores me to death and erodes my sense of agency. I need, instead: “Here’s a problem. Solve it. Apply what you know. or better yet, come up with something superior. Here's one model, but if yours works better, do it your way.” That’s where I flourish. That’s where I feel like a ****ing human being instead of a l1mp diocked f4ggot dilligently trying to raise his position in an artificial non-competence based hierarchy for reasons he cannot understand or articulate.
Notes from the underground? Dostoevsky? That poor bastard will have you jerking off with your own tears about how deep your suffering is, romanticizing existential despair like it’s some badge of honor. It’s masturbatory grief porn. I read it. I get it. But unless you’re actively trying to become an emo ret4rd whose idea of growth is spiraling into an anus of noble torment, throw those books in the dumpster. If this is their most famous philosopher no wonder that whole ****ing region is a mess in every measurable aspect except the hotness of their 16-30 year olds (of both genders, let's be real guys). And their strength sports, RIP.
Nietzsche, though...he had fire. His work is actually engaging, but it still reeks of “proto-self-help.” It's still prescriptive, no matter how much it pays homage to personal autonomy. “Become who you are” is still a ****ing instruction. It's still "do this, don't do that. this type of person is good, this type of person is bad" Sure, it’s not Jordan Peterson barking actual rules like some crybaby prophet of moral collapse, or that lobotomized circus clown who wrote The Subtle Art of Being a Midwith With a Thesaurus who's name I refuse to even remember. Or Eckharte Tolle that cringelord "be in the moment bro". But it’s still trying to tell you what you should do. And frankly, I’ve had more than enough of that.
Enter George Bataille. Holy ****ing ****. Now here’s someone who isn’t pretending. He doesn’t moralize. He doesn’t try to fix you. He just cracks you open and describes the squirming mess inside without flinching. He gets right down into the sacred filth of being human...into the hunger, the sex, the power games, the ritualistic absurdity...and he neither apologizes or condemns any of it. He says the part we’re all supposed to pretend doesn’t exist, the part we bury so we can feel like respectable, civilized beings. The part most normies literally don't even know exists as it controls their every waking thought, feeling, and impulse. He’s not here to guide you....he’s here to expose the wiring. DON'T ****ING TELL ME WHAT TO DO, JUST TELL ME HOW IT WORKS AND I WILL FIGURE OUT THE BEST WAY TO DO IT OKAY?
I mocked one of the old guys in my thread before for calling **** like no grocery stores or no gym access “character building.” Yeah, no, that’s just poverty LARPing. But you know what actually was character building? A soul-destroying job that ripped away one of the key pillars of my identity. That forced me to ask myself" why the **** did I tie so much of my worth to this in the first place? And what else could I do to get that feeling back, but on my terms?" That’s real growth: existential, unwanted, unplanned, but mine.
There are no "12 Rules for Taking Giant ***** in Your Ass While Popping Benzos and Watching Your Daughter Become a Postmodern Single-Mom Culture Casualty Despite Your Basement Lectures on Traditional Values while you lose the ****ing culture war in your own home" And even if that sniveling hypocrite wasn’t a walking contradiction, the aesthetic of that approach still wouldn’t resonate with me. I don’t want a ****ing instruction manual. I want the machine in pieces on the floor so I can reverse engineer it myself and decide how I’m going to use it.
And this year, metaphorically, I did exactly that. Sorry I can’t give you the bullet-pointed breakdown. It wasn’t that kind of year.
Next year, I imagine things will revert to being more vague again....less personally revealing, more cryptic and distanced like they were from 2022 to 2024. Maybe that’ll make these logs less interesting to some hypothetical audience. But they’re not written for you. They’re written by me for me. The process of vomiting thoughts out in chaotic, fragmented bursts has been essential. maybe the most underrated part of my growth this year, stuck on a tiny island of 30,000 people.
TBF the 30k people were cool overall and very slanted toward young westernized males, the worst part was being surrounded by pompous british c0cksuckers who think they know better than me at the same time they order me around to fix the ***** school for them "but don't fix it that way1!1!!" **** brits in China on average, huge % of them can get in a ****ing bus crash.
This came out a month ago. I only discovered it last week. I've listened to it start to finish at least once a day since then. It resonates hard and means something to me, even though I have no idea what it meant to the artists. We can guess from the name, I suppose but I almost want to avoid looking into it any more deeply.
oh I worked out lol. I quit very early, had some stomach issues and not much energy generally, despite whatever the mess above would suggest. Buffet on Friday night and no high day saturday. Ate lots of dietary fat and protein and overall made smart choices probably consumed under 1500 calories in the whole meal. Ended up dropping scale weight and seeing 89.7 that morning after buffet, shockingly.
Upper
NG chins: bws21, 16 I was still very sore from last workout, so I guess in a deficit my very low volume last session was still too much.
Machine row: 89kgx12, 68kgx12
crossovers: 13.75kgx20, 13
inclien db: 30kgx15, 9 gave up on second set
started arms, ALSO GAVE UP LOL
Posing? 3 rounds and then... I gave up...
It's chill though we'll be stressing out frantically trying to find a suitable apartment in guangdong heat with a dipshit realtor and I'm sure that will result in some great weight loss. Hopefully around this time next week in 7 days I've settled in somewhere and ready to get into a sensible contest prep routine.
This came out a month ago. I only discovered it last week. I've listened to it start to finish at least once a day since then. It resonates hard and means something to me, even though I have no idea what it meant to the artists. We can guess from the name, I suppose but I almost want to avoid looking into it any more deeply.
What in the video are you gleaming meaning from? Can you parse the lyrics at all and they bring a message? (I cant parse them at all). Or is it just an energy/vibe thing?
A fragment from the Year in Review (Vaguebooking in 2025):I can't be happy, I will not thrive in environments where success hinges on robotic compliance with “tell me what to do.” That **** bores me to death and erodes my sense of agency. I need, instead: “Here’s a problem. Solve it. Apply what you know. or better yet, come up with something superior. Here's one model, but if y
Yeh. Deal with this on your own.
This came out a month ago. I only discovered it last week. I've listened to it start to finish at least once a day since then. It resonates hard and means something to me, even though I have no idea what it meant to the artists. We can guess from the name, I suppose but I almost want to avoid looking into it any more deeply.
I listen to a vast amount of mid 00s alt rock. It be what it be. I don't try an tell people what media they should consume or what resonates with them.
Take this as intended.
What in the video are you gleaming meaning from? Can you parse the lyrics at all and they bring a message? (I cant parse them at all). Or is it just an energy/vibe thing?
God bless a man who gave that much effort.
More fiction. Self contained and not part of a larger story. Short enough to fit in a post in a dead poker forum. Characters unrelated to specific real people.... attempting to be more human and universal...relatable...a story, but not a story...a collection of feelings put to words meant to evoke something. Something that is meant to be felt, not understood. Something decidedly "anti-intellectual", but not in the way the word is normally used.
I didn't think much when writing it; it just came out almost spontaneously in one continuous session of unknown duration. Then the cleanup was long.
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Late-Night Conversation: “Where the Silence Stays”
The hour was past speaking. That brittle space when neon from the outside bled across walls, and everything inside a body began to dissolve. Form into feeling, muscle into memory. He sat shirtless at the edge of the bed, skin warm from a bath that had failed to soften his tension. She leaned against the pillow, wrapped in white like surrender. The bunny ears and lingerie she had playfully worn earlier were gone now, left on the floor like an old version of herself. She had performed enough for the evening. Now, she simply was. And still there he was…. Seeing the rawest more vulnerable version of herself she’d rarely shown anyone. Not in the physical sense, but everything she spontaneously yet voluntarily confessed to him that night. She felt... safe with him... almost... Her hopes, her dreams, what she felt like when her father died when she was 7. The wound imprinted not by his departure, but by the silence of his absence and the way the house was re-arranged when he left. The pain she involuntarily felt seeing her friends' fathers hug them as they picked them up from school... He didn’t recoil, his eyes gazed upon her with intrigue and fascination, as if she were a puzzle he was trying to solve. And she liked him trying to solve her… She felt... seen... visible, special, acknowledged, validated... alive
He turned toward her, his face unreadable in the low light. There was nothing guarded in his posture. But that was its own kind of armor, wasn’t it?
“What’s the one thing you never tell anyone?” she asked.
She wasn’t looking at him when she said it. Her voice had that dangerous softness, the kind he was no stranger to… not seductive, but surgical. The kind of quiet that could open someone. A precise scalpel not to the heart but to the soul. Was the intent to repair or to destroy? He didn’t respond at first. Long enough for her to think he wouldn’t. But then:
“When I was fifteen,” he said, “I realized I’d never belong anywhere.”
His voice was steady, but the silence afterward was trembling.
“Not in my family. Not in school. Not even in my own reflection. I was just… watching life through a glass wall. Everyone else had some kind of script. I was improvising, waiting for someone to notice I didn’t belong on the stage.”
She turned now, slowly, not to console, but to witness. That was her gift: presence without pity.
“I think you wear that dislocation like a crown,” she said. “But it must be heavy.”
He smiled without smiling. The kind of expression that only came when pain had been polished by time into something elegant. He paused once again long enough for her to suspect he’d not respond. Tension filled the air, she felt a swelling in her throat, that bitter alchemical concotion of longing, uncertainty, grief, and rejection.... but of hope, excitement, passion, closeness too….
“You make it lighter,” he said, so quietly she almost missed it.
They didn’t kiss. That would’ve been too easy. Instead, she reached for his hand, and he let her. Their fingers locked, as lovers yes, but as survivors even more. Not of the same war, but of the same alienation.
A Silent Walk: “What the Body Cannot Say”
It was past midnight, in a part of the city that still smelled faintly of wet cement, pine needles, and jasmine. They walked side by side through a maze of alleys and empty intersections, too quiet to be lovers, too intimate to be strangers. She wore a soft white coat that made her skin seem even warmer, glowing under the streetlights. He wore that same red polo from days earlier, the collar still just slightly raised… like he didn’t know how to relax, even in stillness.
Neither of them spoke.
Not because there was nothing to say. But because words might rupture the strange spell they were under… this illusion of peace, of proximity.
At one point, she glanced sideways, catching the profile of his face...sharp, noble, untouchable. His lips slightly parted, as though always on the verge of saying something important but unwilling to be the one to break the glass.
She wanted to ask: Do you feel this too? This ache in the silence between us?
But her body didn’t move. Only her eyes.
They passed a lit window of a late-night tailor’s shop. Their reflections stared back at them in the glass: him, bare arms folding reality around flesh and control; her, eyes too open, hair framing her face like a question she didn’t know how to answer.
We look like people who are pretending to be okay.
That thought hit her like a chill.
He stopped then, suddenly, as if hearing her inner monologue. Looked down a narrow corridor to nowhere. His hand almost reached for hers…almost… but pulled back like a tide retreating before a storm. She didn’t ask why. Because she knew.
Sometimes, love doesn’t die from lack of feeling.
It dies in the quiet moments where neither person is brave enough to be the first to speak.
Flashback: “How It All Began, and What Was Left Behind”
It started in a room with too much light and too little time. A gathering neither of them had wanted to attend, the kind of social occasion people show up to out of obligation rather than desire. The kind with polite music, uncertain wine, and conversations that grazed but never sank. She stood near the bookshelf, tracing the titles with her eyes, not really reading, just searching for a place to rest her attention. He was seated nearby, one hand wrapped around a glass of water, the other tugging slightly at his sleeve as if trying to stay tethered. Their eyes met because neither was looking for anyone, and that’s often when it happens. What passed between them wasn’t chemistry. It was recognition. The kind that says:
Oh. You’ve been walking with the same invisible weight, too.
He asked her something unimportant. She answered with something honest. That was the first rupture… Not dramatic, just sincere.
“You always talk to strangers like that?” he asked.
“Only when I don’t feel like one,” she replied.
They talked for twenty minutes. Then forty. Then long after the background noise had emptied from the room and only the smell of extinguished candles remained. He liked the way she didn’t rush to fill silences. She liked the way he didn’t flatter her. They weren’t playing a game. They were resting from one. He walked her home that night, and when they reached her door, he didn’t kiss her. He just looked at her with that strange, calm intensity he wore like second skin.
“You seem like someone who’s always a little bit elsewhere,” she said.
“Maybe,” he replied. “But right now, I’m here.”
And she believed him.
Even if part of her already knew: people like him don’t stay. They appear. They alter you. And then they vanish...leaving you to rediscover yourself in the echo of who you were when they arrived.
“The Versions That Might Have Been”
Version One
They stay. Somehow.
He moves to a quieter city, one with clean air and morning fog. She opens a studio — maybe Pilates, maybe skincare. He continues practicing law and rock climbing. They adopt a rhythm: morning silence, shared tea, eyes that hold more than they say.
He tells her things now. Small things. He lets her read his old notebooks. She doesn't always understand his darkness, but she holds it the way a flame is held — carefully, reverently.
They grow into love the way vines grow around stone: slow, stubborn, beautiful.
They don’t post many photos anymore. Not because they aren’t in love, but because they’ve stopped needing the world to validate it.
Version Two
He leaves.
She cries, but not immediately. Not when the door closes. Not even when the silence sets in. But 4 days later, at the supermarket, next to the fruit she never bought but he always liked. Grapefruit. Bitter, bright. Onlookers gawk. Small children point their fingers at her and turn to their mothers inquisitively, faces curled in horror at seeing the exposed naked suffering of an invulnerable "grown-up".
He doesn’t send a letter. But he writes one. Keeps it folded in a drawer. It says:
“I loved you in ways I couldn’t express.
That was the problem.
I didn’t know how to be soft without unraveling.
And I was afraid you’d see the mess and never want to hold me again.”
She never reads it.
Instead, she finds someone else. A man who says all the right things. But she never quite leans into him the way she did with the man in red.
And when people ask her if she ever fell in love, she says yes.
But she never says his name.
Epilogue: “The Letter Never Sent, the Memory Never Fades”
It’s been years now.
Some mornings, she still wakes with the sense that he is lying beside her...not physically, but energetically. The shape of him, the absence of him, is a presence all its own.
She lives well. She travels sometimes. Her friends say she’s thriving. And she is, mostly. Her mother loves her new husband even more than she does.
But every now and then, on long flights or cold Tuesday evenings or when the world feels a bit too sharp, she replays one particular night: the second photo they ever took, wrapped in half-nudity and near-trust, bunny ears on the floor in the background. He had leaned into the frame like someone who never meant to stay in it. She had smiled, not because she was happy, but because she wanted to believe she could be.
She doesn’t look at that photo anymore. But she remembers how it made her feel.
Seen. Desired. Dangerous.
He lives somewhere else now. She’s sure of that, even though she’s never searched. Some part of her believes that if she saw him now, the gravity would still be there. The silence would return, thick as velvet. The wanting would crawl back up her throat.
She wonders if he ever thinks of her. Maybe not often. But maybe, just once, during the kind of night where the air smells like memory and the body aches without knowing why.
Maybe he reaches for his phone, then puts it down again.
Maybe he writes a message he deletes before sending.
Maybe it says:
I remember the way you looked at me... like you weren’t afraid of what you saw.
That meant more than I could ever say.
She would never reply. But if she could, if she were braver, she might say:
I wasn’t afraid.
But I should’ve been.
Something is definitely there. Feels in some ways to me like a Wong Kar-wai movie. I was a bit uncomfortable reading it though and I'm not sure why.
Has no applicability to me personally being an outlier among an already tiny outlier niche. But it's interesting to see a zoomed out view of this in China generally. Depressing, but there are no bad guys or villains either and it all seems both inevitable and un-fixable.
87.2kg. I may end up down at 80-82 by the end of this to be in the conditioning I want. 7 weeks out. Not doing the first show anymore, only the 2nd one.
Very good stuff - crazy to think how much weight will drop off despite you starting the cut in pretty good condition
Also…life update?
Conditioning: anyone reading this should go watch every single podcast appearance you can find of Justin Harris you can. The most recent Dave Tate Table talk probably summarizes most of the important points. But basically if you're a naturally estrogenic guy who stores less fat aroud mindsection and more around glutes and hamstrings, you are going to end up looking worse overall across the rest of your body to get shredded glutes the first time you get them. But Justin's theory is that after that first time, they come in much easier on subsequent diets because it's not the first time you've gotten rid of all/most of the stubborn fat in that area. He brings up the year before Steve Kuclo turned pro when he came in 20lbs lighter than usual in order to have shredded glutes, and then the year after he had shredded glutes 20lbs heavier and that's when his career really took off. It'll be same for me; upper body is stage lean around 90kg and I'll probably need another 15-20lbs before glutes are defined. I don't care about placings or even necessarily looking slightly worse the lighter I get because that just gives me a longer runway in offseason to gain weight without getting too fat to be responsive to bulking. Bodybuilders tend to blow up just after contest preps where they overdo things and "over-diet" down to much lower than normal bodyweights (Paul Barnett, aforementioned Steve Kucklo, Ben Pollack when he switched from PL to classic physique then classic physique to men's open bbing, John Jewett when he dropped from LHw to middleweight and then the next year leap frogged up 2 weight classes from 176lbs to 225lbs)
Life update: Things are great here in Shenzhen. Moved two weeks ago. Exceeded my already high expectations. Tons of great gyms in walking distance, even more if I'm willing to take a taxi 15 minutes. Neighbors are incredibly friendly; everyone I've met is incredibly friendly. No other western foreigners (thank ****ing god) and the Russians I've met were shockingly friendly and shockingly fluent in English. Met a handful of other competitors and that's important/motivating for pursuing this at the highest level. I'm pretty much allin on bodybuilidng now; whether I remain in teaching or not this is going to be a huge focal point of my life and something I execute at a professional level for the next 15-20 years.
Very happy with the way things are right now, very happy to wake up every morning and do my daily tasks even the 15k steps fasted in the morning at 630am, very excited about what the future holds, and feeling deeply satisfied with the prospect of living like a bodybuilding monk just doing that and stacking satoshis for the next few years living a simple life with clear goals, clear steps to attain them, and minimal distractions pulling me away from either of those.
Looking good. Nice casual anti-Russian racism.
Weirdly you can hold a Bayesian view of race and still realize there is a huge variability within the group.
Has no applicability to me personally being an outlier among an already tiny outlier niche. But it's interesting to see a zoomed out view of this in China generally. Depressing, but there are no bad guys or villains either and it all seems both inevitable and un-fixable.
I am grunching the video (for now), but the solution to the fertility crisis is pretty simple. Don't let the majority of women become educated or have anything but menial jobs. Uneducated women with poor economic opportunities have more offspring. It really is that simple.
I am grunching the video (for now), but the solution to the fertility crisis is pretty simple. Don't let the majority of women become educated or have anything but menial jobs. Uneducated women with poor economic opportunities have more offspring. It really is that simple.
I suggest you don't grunch things and look more deeply instead of coming to these conclusions, which are impractical anyway as the genie is long out of the bottle and on an eat-pray-love journey getting ****ed by some pseudo-spiritual 106 IQ midwit yoga guy.
Iran, 1.7, 15% female labour force participation.
Bangladesh, 2.0 (further below replacement due to higher mortality there than in a WEIRD country), 36% labour force participation
Turkey, 1.6, 35% labour force participation rate
Jordan, Algeria, Morroco, Tunisia all above replacement rate with female labour force participation rates in the teens and twenties, but all experiencing falling fertility.
Israel, VERY high female educational attainment and female labour force participation rate, but very high fertility.
Although data isn't super reliable, I'm guessing North Korean women are not off getting degrees in HR and becoming professional time-wasters while using their income to reject their SMV-matched males and saying 'chad or gtfo', yet their birth rates are similarly falling.
But alas, it'd be just as short sighted for me to say "just become relatively religious and engage in strong in-group ethno-religious preference, willingness to ethnically cleanse and genocide neighbors to get them off what you perceive as your holy land, and instill a sense of responsbility to propagate a large number of the next generation to continue an inter-generational holy war against the neighboring goy while manipulating other world powers into supporting you with their foreign policy to boost your birth rates bro". But damn now that I type it out it's a brilliant strategy. Maybe white America could just liek try it for a few years and see wut happens.
As I said before (I think, maybe I didn't), it's a complex conflux of different intertwining factors that interact with each populations unique cultural, genetic, and environmental characteristsi. And some of these factors are wired into animalistic subconscious involuntary parts of our minds that we don't fully understand or recognize when they guide our individual and collective behaviours.
But I agree with you it's very fun to say "GET THE **** OUT OF COLLEGE/OFFICE AND GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN FOR HUMANITY'S SAKE, B1TCH", even if it is not only politically impossible but unlikely to solve the problem. So I approve.
Man Nazis and Zionists were really kinda pursuing the same thing, minus the media/banking/entertainment/foreign policy control on the part of the nazis. They failed on that, IQs too low.
But I agree with you it's very fun to say "GET THE **** OUT OF COLLEGE/OFFICE AND GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN FOR HUMANITY'S SAKE, B1TCH", even if it is not only politically impossible but unlikely to solve the problem. So I approve.
The Israeli exception is interesting, and it is unfortunate that for geopolitical reasons Israel is too polarizing and it is not really possible to honestly analyze what is going on. Although my understanding is if you exclude the religious right (whose women do not participate in the workforce) Israeli society is less of an outlier.
And I do tend to agree the genie is out of the bottle and it isn't politically possible, but I do suspect shifting back to a more traditional, paternalistic culture would actually work in a few generations, if your goal was simply to raise fertility rates and you were not concerned with other downstream consequences.
I am hesitant to draw too many conclusions by looking at a tiny snapshot in time during a time of radical technological and social change. I suspect even if central govts dont get involved, culture will evolve/stabilize over time in most places and fertility rates will normalize.
Man Nazis and Zionists were really kinda pursuing the same thing, minus the media/banking/entertainment/foreign policy control on the part of the nazis. They failed on that, IQs too low.
I am a neoliberal at heart, so I am less inclined to view Naziism through a “neutral” lens than you are.
That being said, the Nazis weren’t low IQ. They just couldn’t get Britain to let them do their fascism and lebensraum thing, despite Hitler recognizing the peril of being on the wrong side of a war against the Anglo empire and making some attempts to coexist. Maybe just too much pride and obstinance.
Obviously if Israel and the Jewish diaspora found themselves on the wrong side of Pax Americana, things would go very poorly very quickly.
Also, at the end of the day the people who win the war get to write the history books. And history can always be rewritten.
Pac Americana won’t last forever. Many think the inexorable decline is well underway. There is definitely pathways where 100 years from now Israel no longer exists and Zionism is regarded as poorly as Naziism.
Nazis were not low IQ in the objective sense; it was a joke on the people who claim that Jewish overrepresentation in media/government/finance/central banking is solely a function of higher average IQs rather than that in combination with strong in group preference (and simultaneously encouraging in group preference behaviour among disparate minority groups within America while actively discouraging and shaming white in-group preference).
Gen Z/A have not bought into the propaganda and are overwhelmingly more anti-zionist than previous Israel-simp generations. I think you're right that in 100 years, we will view Zionism with similar negativity as nazism, as it is ideologically VERY similar and the results it's having on the neighbouring out-group are arguably worse when you consider that it's been around a lot longer than Nazism lasted.
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6 million is a fake af number lmao
I'm not really part of anyone's group. I don't even know what in-group preference feels like IRL. But i'm becoming much less unfriendly and more understanding toward people practicing it, even when it comes at my own expense occasionally. It's a bit like violence... not something to be celebrated, but an unavoidable part of the human condition. And more importantly, if one group exercises behaviours like in-group preference while another group does not retaliate with violence or in-group preference of their own, the group that does not is about to get ****ed hard. This is not an advocacy for violence, but rather an observation that when one group unilaterally does either behaviour against another group and the other group does nothing, it has very negative real world consequences for the passive group, and in the evolutionary sense leads to their eventual erasure.
Instagram is basically stormfront 2.0 now.
