My HUS Love Story
written by yohami
Rudiger asks me about my HUS Love Story:
I’m a newcomer to HUS and found this and other blogs that I’m relating to through HUS. I don’t have the perspective others may have since I’ve only been reading for a month or so. I don’t know what was going on there several years ago.
I have never heard a woman try to step inside a man’s shoes before, which is why I took HUS as fair. However, I’m baffled that she would disagree with this post about manipulation. This isn’t controversial stuff. Maybe I need to read it again.
A couple of mean girls were attacking my friend Olive at HUS and I wrote that for her, so she would reflect on her own behavior, how she was allowing other people to bully her.
Enter Susan, and she took my post as a personal attack to herself, which wasnt. So what would you do? apologize to Susan for the offense you didnt mean, talk through it and make sure everything is cool?
How about if this unrelated drama, this sudden and hurtful misunderstanding is the pattern, the normal modus operandi?
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If you’re a man wandering at HUS and you’re friendly, Susan will first receive you with cushions and drinks, treat you well, make sure you’re comfortable and enjoying the show, and pull you in closely, intimately, so you become part of her “team”.
See. Susan either has allies or foes, it’s a Black or White world, where the shades of gray are measured according to how much she can use you as an ally, and where she plays the unquestionable moral compass of White. Emphasis on “unquestionable”.
So all it will take is for you to express a dissenting opinion, or a criticism, and your comfortable friendship and trust you were building and the drink that you’re holding on your hand, will explode, beautifully, because you stepped on a land mine that you didnt know was there, and now you’re labeled a despicable “foe” and the cops are coming for your ass and someone is screaming help! help! and whose is all that blood? and you’re too confused right now to figure out what just happened so you start crying and asking for forgiveness, and apologizing for every sin you might have or not committed, that you meant no harm, that you’re one of the good guys… that where the fuck is your drink?
And that second, the second you profusely apologize, everything will be ok. Paradise and agreeableness and trust will come back. Even when you’re not sure about what the fuck just went on.
This is called, training.
And it will happen again. With no warning the drinks will explode, the lights will go off, the rage will go on, she´ll push you out, then pull you in, then out, while you keep working through it and trying to go back to the good and swearing wtf why is this so confusing? who’s there? who’s grabbing my ass?
You´ll be walking on eggshells. And eventually break.
Or you´ll refuse to.
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If you refuse to, you´ll stand there, repeating firmly what you think is right and reasoning through it, and watch how Susan ignores every argument, while nitpicking words and changing the subject, escalating on the issue, making personal comments that might make you react. She´ll increase the dosis.
If you do react, you lose your cool and say something stupid, then all you have to do is to profusely apologize and reassure her you’re one of her allies, and pay whatever duties she has for you. I mean, how dare you man. You made a woman uncomfortable. Pay your fucking fine and do as you’re told, you fucking loser.
But let’s say you dont react. You keep your ground firmly, and as cool as you can, no matter which dosis she gives you. She’ll call for the support of every ally she has and make a big bitch fest around you, painting a big picture of you and looking under your clothes which buttons she can press and press them all in a big huge hungry orgy of dramatic misunderstandings and broken feelings, which she will keep escalating until something breaks. Hopefully you. You bitch! how you dare making her work so hard.
When you eventually see the futility of resisting, you’ll make a mark on the ground and write “land mine here, and here, and here, and dont walk through there, dont mention this… avoid, avoid, avoid, please, please, please her” After a while, there will be a lot of stuff that you just dont talk about, and you’ll know what’s proper to say and what not. You still might receive a drama dosis from time to time, just to make sure you’re under control.
Or you might decide to abandon HUS, or to become one of HUS and help give newcomers the same treatment.
Or you´ll take the whole thing badly and spit it out. In which case you’ll get banned. You were always a foe, didnt ya know? oh you despicable malicious pig.
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And when I was walking out I saw something funny.
All those mines and sensitive subjects were, most of the time, fights Susan initiated herself, offenses she took on herself when the other parties meant no offense, or offenses she did on others but then acted like an abused victim when the other party responded angrily, or misunderstandings, mistakes on her part that she wouldnt take responsibility of, etc.
HUS is like an open party with lights and music and candy and interesting posters and hype, where everyone discussing sensible stuff and dancing, and with Susan, smoothly, dropping mines and picking fights and then playing the good samaritan who’s been wronged.
And all those mechanics…. I swear I have seen them somewhere else. Like. Everywhere. I see sick people. Let’s make a movie where Bruce Willis was sick all along.
So what did I do, fueled by my rescuer complex? I called her openly on her bizarre behavior and asked her to self reflect and change. Boom. Im so clever.
You bet that didnt turn out well.
From there on my whole presence was making landmines blow off. That post for Olive for example, Susan took it as a “character assassination” directed to her and wanted me go to in yet another endless me-you-drama-ohnoyoudidnt party.
The games we play. Or stop playing.
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So. Are you new to HUS? pay attention. Dont waste your time explaining that you didnt mean and that you didnt say or rectifying ancient misconceptions and mistakes that go on and on and on and forever on that site, dont waste your time rectifying the “truth” there.
HUS is not a research-the-truth-and-be-honest forum. HUS is there to support the opinion and mood states and ego involvements of Susan, and where disagreeing, or the appearance of disagreeing, means betrayal, which is a political crime punishable by shame and rage, and she’ll make sure those happen, that your boundaries get tested and your alliances reassured, and that you pay your fines, and it will require passing through several stages of love / hate, walking on eggshells, breakups make ups and endless drama, as long as she considers you a valuable asset, until you’re hers, or you’re out.
I dont know if it’s a flavor or BPD/N, but whatever it is, her charisma works. I think she gets 20k-50K visitors a month. That’s a lot of people wanting to play.
But, if you feel like playing, at least know what you’re playing.
I wrote a synopsis of how SW got crossways with Dalrock and how the SWIRL (Susan Walsh In Real Life) began, which also reveals the defense of a SWUT (Susan Walsh Unknowable Truth).
Hamster Droppings: The SW example of Frivolous Divorce Denial
Everyone goes on and on about the Precious Egg and how “women” are the “more valuable sex” because of the “precious egg”.
So…. I suppose women after menopause have no precious egg, so they are the most useless and worthless members of society!
I know, your mind is even now screaming ABORT! ABORT! because I was so silly as to take what you say seriously.
I need to stop doing that.
Precious egg argument was always silly.
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Fantastic conversation, bummed that I missed it. I’m proud to say I only lasted two comments before permanent HUSsie ban.
Susan Walsh is a cautionary tale. When a woman hits menopause her hamster zombifies. Her biological purpose has ended but lives on in an undead state. The result is horrific mercurial mood swings that infect the sturdiest of female intellects.
Now add to it her proudly beta husband feeding that monstrosity, and give her the kind of big-number but millimeter-deep adulation that only the internet can provide, and you have a prescription for deep, self-reinforcing neurosis.
She is involving indeed. A sad spectacle of a woman flailing impotently against her mortality. I do look upon her as an aunt or grandmother and think, she is among the forgotten cohort of the sexual revolution, the ones most at risk for insanity, and yet the last ones who will be given the therapy they need, the final victims of the feminist inversion.
To think she is giving young women advice is disturbing. She is attempting to fill a hole in the post-sexual revolution mentoring atmosphere — getting today’s girls prepared for the mighty backlash — which is admirable and necessary. Only she is filling their impressionable heads with dried-ovarian “wisdom” that will have random results on her experiment subjects.
Matt
All that said, is Olive the girl who once wrote this blog?
http://femaleframechanges.blogspot.com/
Please return to your important work! You were off to a good start, and the vacuum is being filled by malignancy and ressentiment, typified in the victimization of the large, credulous HUS audience. You, Stingray, and GeishaKate should gang-blog. Walsh’s readership should be yours.
I see that you are having a medical issue, and I pray for a swift recovery, for your sake and ours, and for the legions of girls who are presently being led to the abyss like lemmings.
Matt
Im very happy about this drama. Until I read about it, i never knew this blog existed, and I can see that this is a good blog worth reading regularly.
So, thanks Aunt Sue!
Matt,
Yes, that Olive. She needs to come back.
“hamster zombifies”
LOOL!
Thanks man
Yohami, King A, Interested Readers,
Humbly . . . .
http://verusconditio.wordpress.com/
@krauser
“I never understood why men go on HUS. It’s a woman giving dating advice to women, for women. It was always about Team Woman. But for whatever reason you, Rollo, Rivelino and Dalrock were all talking about it, responding to it, taking it seriously. I literally scanned it once and filed it under “nothing to learn here”. Does it have some kind of extra public visibility in the US?”
i don’t remember the whole story, but i do remember coming across this post:
http://www.hookingupsmart.com/2011/03/21/relationshipstrategies/why-we-shit-test/
and being impressed by her honesty about women’s intrinsic need to shit test and manipulate men. read the story, it’s very good.
also, yohami dropped a lot of wisdom over there over the years. betas would ask questions, and he would answer. i think danny and deti would also comment there.
@michael of charlotte
“Either way, I’ll stick with the blogs she seems to hate.”
haha EXACTLY
@retrenched
“I remember once she even congratulated Rivelino when he was able to score commitment-free sex to break a dry spell. I don’t think she’d do that today…”
yeah, the first controversy was over that, a bunch of the girls got pissed at her hypocrisy.
then again, ashleee got engaged recently, to a beta, and i was happy for her.
yeah it is excellent.
Wow, so THAT’S what happened over at HUS. Over the last few months, the few times I bothered dropping by (less and less since the late fall ’11), I’ve noticed a huge increase in beta men hanging around dropping their blue pill-flavored postings.
The women, as usual, are for the most part operating in their reality-free zone, so that isn’t too different. What a difference a few months make.
And as others have already pointed out, her blog is called “Hooking Up Smart”, not “Saving Yourself for Marriage” or “Avoiding the Alpha Cock Carousel”. It really is completely focused on getting the women the vast amounts of alpha sausage and hamster pellets that she desires, while still retaining the facade of SMV when she’s ready to settle down with some high-beta provider.
Notice the attacks lately on alphas as long-term partners. Remember her target audience is 1) her own hamster, and 2) her daughter and her peers. Basically, as driven by her own hamster wheel-spinning, she has to reconcile her cock-riding and settling down with a herb beta boy-man as the best possible outcome. Therefore, if that is the best possible outcome, her daughter must copy it as closely as humanly capable in today’s marriage and sex marketplace.
“she has to reconcile her cock-riding and settling down with a herb beta boy-man as the best possible outcome.”
Oh. You hit something there.
Nailing an alpha for long term has to be out of the equation, and avoiding cads completely (even for hook ups) has to be out of the equation as well.
At the same time she’s shaming Alphas she advices girls to be more proactive and jump on the guy’s laps and provide more IOIs…. which the girls, obviously, are going to use on the guys they are attracted to… which means the Alphas again… the ones she’s shaming… who deserve the same for not committing to a monogamy that the girls didnt want anyway (or they wouldnt be reading that blog!) …. just describing this I can see my own hamster running, trying to make sense of that mess.
Jennifer,
I see that you advocate the return of men to the slave plantation. Sacrifice, protection, and so on? Really, it sounds like what the Army told me when they were trying to get me to enroll in a military branch.
Somehow, the possibility of getting my legs blown up for a Country that cares not for me seems like something to avoid. Likewise, as you’ve stated, women aren’t loyal to the men they marry or date, so it’d be silly of me to sacrifice the only life I have for women’s well-being.
I’m a 22 year old man who goes to college and sees women rampantly hook-up and what’s not. I have a high sex drive but I control it via the consumption of porn since the age of 13, which left me in a position of power far above that which most men can ever aspire to reach; I am immune to the sexual power of women.
At the early stages of my personal development as the next stage of male evolution, I’d look at attractive women and think to myself how, regardless of how good-looking she is, there’s always a man out there tired of putting up with her. That allied with how complicated, difficult, and expensive average-looking women are made me shrug off these sexual desires and dedicate myself to my hobbies.
Now, I’m entering the stage of indifference. I don’t talk to women outside of a need to do it(work/college), I don’t look at women and I pretend to not hear them when they are trying to get my attention to buy the stuff they’re selling and so forth.
Speaking of which, I do recall being on a train with my father when this attractive Afro-American young woman entered the train and positioned herself in front of me and began to expose her religious views. I know this because she had a religious pamphlet on her hand, but I had my ipod and I could hear nothing.
She stayed there for 5 seconds(my father later laughed as he was telling me that the young woman was there, stunned, in front of me and completely shocked at being ignored) whereas I was completely oblivious to her existence.
I reckon, since most women only manage to see most men when they need or want something from them, it’d be fair to give women a fair shot at equality.
Do I hate women? Nope. Am I bitter? Not really. I’ve been dumped for Alpha males without even getting sex while in a relationship with them, but I’m a logical man and I figured it is women’s nature(and the three women who did this to me ranged from below average looking to average looking, all of them were highly religious and properly raised by their parents) to be like this.
I did ponder a bit on how high value women can instantly turn a good thing from a decent-looking guy(average height, and build and so forth) for the chance of being pumped and dumped by the Alpha male(granted, they probably weren’t interested in being Pumped and dumped, but they’d have to have a vague idea that it could’ve happen, which actually did) but my emotions are under the control of my brain, always.
I believe that a combination of being raised in a religious community where most women spend their days spending their husbands money, cheating on their husbands and not putting out for them, and the factor of young women having far more sexual partners before the age of 20(without even considering the casual sex/BJ/HJ that many, many women give out for free for Alpha males/Cads/Players) has made me the perfect embodiment of what is to come to the Western world; the white grass-eater from Japan.
Feminism and the unleashing of women’s true nature MIGHT seem harmful for most men, but I believe that according to nature, only those who can adapt have the right to life, and as most men aged 35 plus are slaves to the system, most of the young men below the age of 30 have been raised on a diet of porn and can never look back at women as ”girlfriends and wives” material, many aren’t even bothering with trying to get laid.
Bottom line is that it is impossible to reach a balanced consensus with women or with white knights. The Susan Walsh kin tries to force the belief that most women were forced by our society to become sluts, or that they never had a dad’s love(because he invariably was a loser)or that the guy seemed like such a nice guy, it was only after banging him casually for 6 months straight that she realized he wasn’t father and husband material.
Also, they want to make the average male accept women’s sexual numbers and sexual nature and to wife it up, as if spoiled goods are worthy of enslavement. Not that I’d marry or date a virgin, for that sort of enslavement is only slightly bettered by knowing that no other guy sampled the goods without paying for it.
I’m sorry, but I rather enjoy being std-free, having no college debt(surprising what having family in Europe can do for your bank statement), no car payments(I prefer to walk, thank you very much), no child-support to pay nor any alimony.
I also do not spend money on cellphones(still have the same credit on my phone, the one I had… 1 year ago), I don’t pay for dinners or dates, nor do I go dutch on it, I don’t have to worry about the prices of condoms, I don’t have to concern myself with the possibility of the condom breaking..
I don’t have to worry about what kind of job I’m going to have. Most of the women I met before I became en-lighted would always ask me about that.
”What do you want to do?”
”I want to become an artist.”
”But that doesn’t make much money…”
A week later they’d be banging druggie Alpha males, the sort that sleeps under the bridge but always manage to look good, all thanks to the hospitality of the women they’re banging.
Then we have the religious crowd, those who’d worship Osiris or Jupiter had they been born thousands of years ago but want to make me swallow their own version of divinity. I am not interested in the mythology of Jesus Christ, I am not tempted into the veneration of the Virgin Mary(am I the only one who thinks that Christianity began because a 15 year old girl banged a Bad boy and didn’t want to get stoned for it?)
I am a young man, that much is true, but I have an evolutionary advantage over the majority of men. I learn by observation. I let the other men make the mistakes before I do them, enriching my life without having to show scars for it.
I’ve learned that religious women only differ from most feminized women by their sexual numbers(although, when I was grudgingly pushed to attend the Church I’d see young girls dressed like sluts and parading their bad boys and Alpha males in a female competition to discern who had the highest status ” mate”.) and their slightly superior intelligence.
You see, the liberated, empowered women, are intoxicated by their power over male sexuality. They make it their right and their agenda to chastise the average man by jumping from Alpha male to Alpha male until their 30’s, the decade which sees women put a beta male down to pay for her children.
Whereas most of the religious women learned from their mothers and grandmothers that men in their 30’s aren’t as pliable and controllable as the 18 year old bloke who can’t receive the summer’s breeze on his face without suffering an unbreakable erection. Women try to control men via men’s sexual desire and in most cases they manage to do it, but the methods vary; the religious women chant for a return to male lemmings, you know, that cute little creature that throws itself from a cliff because you tell it to do it?
Likewise, women, religious women, expect to trade their virginity(something so rare today that most men can’t even conceive the scenario of a reasonably decent-looking woman with 0 sexual number partners) for; protection, financial support, children, adoration, elevation of their status from mortal women to the brides of Jesus Christ, and they want to maintain the thinly disguised exclusionary veil of ”good women” in correlation to the high expectations they have of men.
Heh, no. It doesn’t work that way. Modern women claim only Alpha males are real men for they have the height/looks/hair/teeth/muscles to off-shot most men into a life of celibacy, but religious women only give the depraved title of ”real man” to the men who put themselves at the foot of the familiarly ladder and puts women and their children on the very top of it.
The essence of the collapsible of the western civilization lies not in our crushed economy but in the clarification of the mind of the average white/black young man. We are without our blinders and we aren’t interested in giving even one inch of our happiness away for the sake of women and for what women want or need or imagine would be good for them.
You see this in the massively growing numbers of young men suffering from Porn-induced erectile dysfunction. That, or our bodies are protecting us from the hell of marriage and child support. The other half(or maybe the part that complements the fans of porn) spends hours upon daily hours on skyrim and on League of Legends.
And so, the gender war between young women trying to make men to be dumb, and young men trying to get free sex isn’t going to fix itself because men, the men who honestly matter, the young ones, are saying.
No, Ma’am, we don’t need another Stalin.
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So are you still banned from HUS? and why did she ban you?
I thought you were her hero…
apparently I was banned as well- but Ive no idea why
Michael- brilliantly written and you are likely correct about women natural carnality (which is no better nor worse than mens imo) but many women want a nice guy to settle down with that they want to cherish and care for – so I kinda hope some girl proves you a bit wrong someday…
I dont think Im still banned at HUS, but any kind of conversation there is pointless
This is typical BPD behaviour, though it’s filtered through the medium of the Internet; it’s impossible to make a judgment about Susan herself based upon this one aspect of her character. This is an atypical environment she’s acting in, after all.
I wanted to address something about BPD however; let’s imagine that you stick around on HUS, and chart the landmines, and act like a Good Little Boy. It’s inevitable that you’ll start trying to see a pattern to the land mines, trying to understand the reasoning and logic behind them.
As you correctly pointed out, there is none; these landmines are intentional fights initiated by Susan to train you into obedience. By positing intention where there’s only chaos, you begin spiralling into insanity. Over time the landmines will change places. Oh, sure, there’s a pattern – if you examine it from a psycho/trauma perspective (they’ll mainly be related to things she feels nervous about), but there’s no LOGIC to them. By trying to posit logic out of chaos, you spin into relativism and insanity, and make Susan the ultimate arbiter of Truth; she has the secret decoder ring, and when you fail to understand it you’re evil.
On a blog this is just annoying; but with a real life BPD this can become extremely dangerous. I speak from experience.
She claims to have a Harvard MBA but comes across as extremely unintelligent. Also got obsessed with me for a while which was very creepy.
At one point I said her attacks were strange and hysterical. She said that was just shaming language. I said she deserved to be shamed. Lol. No one here should be wasting any time on her.
She merely falls squarely into the category of what I wrote here: http://3rdmilleniummen.wordpress.com/2013/02/26/people-who-can-barely-string-a-sentence-together-writing-blogs/