Blackpill refuted

The blackpill community. Perhaps to regard it as a community would be a misnomer, for it is a circus that never ceases to delight with its ever more defeatist take on life, manned by clowns who rather paradoxically seek to spread sadness and inflict hopelessness among others. I once did bring up the courage to venture into the belly of the beast, the underground hellhole that constitutes blackpill influencers, just simply out of curiosity at what they are saying. After watching 5 minutes of their content, I can safely say that I feel a tad bit depressed. After all, watching people going about waving their charts and scientific studies, proving that if you are not of a certain height, or possess a certain facial feature you are eternally doomed to a life of involuntary celibacy, can weigh on you.

Before we dive right in, we need to tag a definition to this deplorable movement. When someone buys into the blackpill, they supposedly recognise reality for what it is. They believe that if they lack some physical prerequisite, they stand no chance of attracting a suitable female mate. It is hence only expected for one to lose hope, to realise that they should not waste their time on this ultimately fruitless endeavour and instead consign themselves to their parent’s basement, to snack on Cheetos and play video games until the end of time. Blackpillers are thus often referred to as incels, or involuntary celibates.

From the perspective of a relatively mentally healthy person, this seems rather depressing, yet why do people experience the pull, the attraction of the blackpill? This trend obviously experiences a rather significant following so what is it offering to the men of today? I believe that the answer lies in the propensity for people to be lazy.

I don’t think that it is revelatory news that life as a man is hard, especially in the hyper competitive dating market, largely enabled by social media where women are being imbued with this ultra-high expectation for their future partner, hence the statistic that women rate 80% of men below average in attractiveness. I would say that in most cases, as dictated by societal norms, the male will approach the female to express their desire to be romantically involved. When one does that, there is a very real chance that the female will reject your advances. Now in such a situation, you drag yourself, with your heavy heart and your slumped shoulders away into a corner, and like the digital native that you are search up on Google “Why do girls reject me”.

With the plethora of answers that are served to us, some might strike at us to a much larger extent. We are confronted with the notion that you are just simply not tall enough, or that you are not handsome enough of a person. Other than engaging in risky surgery, there virtually seems to be no solution to your burning predicament. The blackpill doctrine dictates that your beauty is fixed in place, rendering it immutable. It assures you that since you lack this physical characteristic, you are eternally doomed to celibacy, because what girl with her head firmly attached to her body would be willing to partner up and go to bed with the abomination that is you, with your recessed chin, your mediocre height and your weak jawline.

The blackpill is very much reassuring, it posits that since your physical attractiveness is set in stone, where your dating prospects are essentially fixed in place, there is no need to improve yourself. Be lazy, live a life of hedonistic pleasure, just roll over and give up. While this core central message of theirs might seem rather bleak, it does appeal to individuals of an indolent quality, for it affirms their inaction, justifies their laziness, and encourages a perceived sense of injustice against the world for being dealt a hand of cards that are inferior to others. Interacting with the blackpill is like drinking sweet poison. It might taste nice to your tastebuds, but it acts as a potent catalyst for resentment and anger towards the world or whatever high power that they believe in. I would be inclined to believe that a life filled to the brim with resentment is not the good life. The incel mentality is predicated on the idea that every single woman out there is terrible, for having excessively high expectations of their partner. The life of an incel can be best encapsulated by a whinny and irritant little boy shaking his fists at the sky, and in order to spite the world, he decides to be of no use to it, and instead spread this hurtful ideology in the online sewers that he inhabits 24/7. Would it be an exaggeration to envision such incels as jaded, basement dwelling goblins of a disgusting variety? Because that is precisely what they are.

The blackpill doctrine, however, neglects the fact that attraction isn’t simply one-dimensional in nature. Your looks are not the be all end all. No matter how many scientific studies they might throw at you, positing that if you do not have this jawline then your attractiveness falls by a whopping 30% etc, one would do well to focus on the realm in which they have a semblance of control over. This isn’t some novel idea that has just been conceptualised into existence. This is an old, ancient, yet nevertheless timeless idea, put forth by the stoics.

I believe that I am very fortunate to be born as a male. Yes, life might be hard, but it is immensely rewarding should you put in the effort. Being a male, you build your own value. This might be perceived two ways. On one side of the camp, people might see this as a disadvantage because you start with zero. But on the other side, people see opportunity, your value can be altered, so you can increase your value if you put in the work. I myself happen to fall into the latter camp. I see progress in life like that of a video game, only that making progress in it actually produces a positive, tangible impact. One might argue that the starting line for people varies from person to person. You might be born into a wealthy family, that provides you sufficient financial resources to springboard you in the game of life, while there is a possibility that you might be born into a single parent household, struggling from day to day. But to that I say, your starting point will affect you, but is not the determining factor of the trajectory of our lives. No matter whatever situation we find ourselves in, there is always room to manoeuvre, room to grab life by the reins and live the life that you want to live.

Let’s contrast this to a female. The value of a female in the dating market is centred around her perceived attractiveness because men distinguish who to partner with largely based on physical attractiveness. The thing about beauty, is that it is on many levels of analysis set in stone, with the small caveat of plastic surgery. It is therefore the case that your value as a woman is decided by the throw of the dice. I don’t like to gamble, I don’t relish in the idea of taking risks, I would rather obtain value through the long and arduous route, as long as the rewards are an absolute guarantee. Hence, in that regard I would consider myself lucky to be a male.

So back to the point about being a male. Females, unlike their male counterparts are not entirely focused upon physical attraction. They consider your socio-economic success, your competence, your physical prowess etc. These aspects can be subject to change for the better. They are malleable, they can be improved. When you experience an improvement in your life across the board, you will similarly bear witness to a concomitant improvement in your dating prospects.

In a nutshell, what the blackpillers and the incels out there have to offer you is a life of hopelessness, characterised by a daily routine of porn watching video gaming drug taking and potential wasting. These people aren’t in the best of places to say the least, both mentally and physically. Let them dwell in their sorrow and depression. I don’t think any logical person would listen to a homeless man sprouting financial advice. This applies for the blackpillers as well, only that they hide behind their screens, posing as intellectuals who have seen the light. There is no need to place significance and weight over their rambles and babbles.