. . . . . . . A female reader asks the question, doubtfully.
. . . . . . . We have a battle between two girls. One girl wants me to jettison my “vile misogyny.” Another girl wants me to keep it if it means I’m alpha thereby. Who’s right?
. . . . . . . First of all, I had already decided before they weighed in. But it’s an interesting battle, so let’s look at it from both sides.
. . . . . . . The “vile misogyny” type accepts anti-femaleism under certain condition. That much is for sure. She likes it, in other words, when vileness comes in the right package, with a pretty bow and ribbon.
. . . . . . . The girl who wants me to stay alpha is a feminist like all women are feminists. She secretly wants me to find a way to slice the Gordian knot and stay alpha while allowing her to stay feminist.
. . . . . . . Both girls want — AT ALL COSTS — to avoid skirmishing or definitely fighting with one another. The conflict must lie with the alpha male actor. He performs a delicate ballet of moves and intertwining maneuvers that tell the audience what comes next.
. . . . . . . Well, what comes next is the girls are both wrong. The alpha male Catxman makes the decisions for what is alpha. The truth is, it is not for women to decide what is and what isn’t alpha. Ultimately, even other males cannot decide. The Catxman decides whether or not he is alpha. It’s like deciding whether or not you’re confident. Are you? Can you display true confidence? Are you willing to get in a prison fight in your cell and have your head banged beside a steel toilet bowl? I am. I don’t care if you believe me or not. I know what I’m capable of.
. . . . . . . There are advantages to being tactically sweet to females every now and then. But.
. . . . . . . I can still treat women badly. That’s the real abstract definition of alphas. Betas are puppy dogs who follow drooling in women’s path. I can turn around and use the whip hand on them. And so, my lovelies, Catxman is a true alpha in every sense and desire.
Until next time.