As far as survival, and worse case end of the world scenarios, men will probably be more scarce than women. Being female, I’m okay with this. Since we have to deal with PMS, periods, labor pains and menopause, war, death and mayhem seems to be fair trade offs. Women bear children and thus are a precious commodity as far as numbers.


One big, bad, smart testosterone-laden hottie with decent genes can spread his seed pretty far. Having a whole lot of testosterone-laden men around means lots of time spent on the issue of who has the bigger guns (or spears). Notice all the manly survival blogs jack off a lot over their guns. They think survival is going to come down to who has the most and biggest guns and who can can shoot them the furthest and longest.

As far as men go, it’ll probably come down to that, ’cause when they feel threatened, they tend go to war and kill each other en masse. That works biologywise. Men are far more expendable as far as the species. If they shoot each other up and only the biggest, baddest, smartest, most testosterone laden men are left standing…women will happily compete with each other for scarce hot man seed.

Assume the men left standing after the SHTF and TEOTWAWKI will be ass deep in hot, fertile womanhood. There are worse fates.

But women need other socially. We biologically need to function within social communities. It should be obvious to any grown woman that a (straight) man isn’t going to fulfill her social needs. Only dumb women persist in chattering to their men about shopping, other women, their insecurities, or do they look fat in these jeans whilst demanding that their men pay attention.

Smart women save that for other women and let their men do for them what they do best. So we don’t shoot down other women at random–we need each other. But actually women are more vicious than men. The difference is we don’t want to kill her. We only want to make her wish she were dead.

Women are more deadly than men in a slow, painful, psychological way. We want to cut you off from the community. We want to take your man and leave you despised and alone to fend for yourself, you worthless chunks of she-meat competing for our precious man seed.

To illustrate, let me use another blog by a woman. I adore Violent Acres philosophies in general. Warning: Her blog doesn’t have jack to do with survival unless you take pains to extrapolate the concepts. Take this one Sometimes boy’s rules do work in girl world if you take it far enough. Why do I bring this up?

Because women are going to survive in communities and we are going to be our bitchy female selves. We are going to try to steal and hog that precious testosterone. We are going to go to war in our particular girl world ways. It’s something to think about. While men spend money on bigger guns and more ammo, we need to get our own, more subtle, arsenals in order too. Here’s Violent’s story…It’s long but well worth reading.
Fast forward to seventh grade gym class where I witnessed for the first time a group of girls bullying another girl. The victim was a gawky kid named Kristy who apparently had a pretty ridiculous sounding last name. Another girl, Wendy, began taunting her because of it and had even managed to convince some of her vicious harpy friends to join in with the name calling. That’s how girls bully. They never confront a victim alone. They never say a word unless they have a bunch of loud mouth friends behind them backing them up. They are the worst kind of coward.

To make a long story short, I got up in Wendy’s face and called her some choice names of my own. Gawky Kristy was eternally grateful and ended up becoming my first female friend. The day I told Wendy to shut her fucking pie hole was the last day they ever picked on Kristy. Instead, they started picking on me.

I cannot stress this point enough, but girls don’t pick on other girls the same way that boys pick on other boys. If you want to pick on a boy, you snap him with a wet towel in the locker room. Or you play keep away with his basketball. Or you lick your finger and stick it in his ear.

If Wendy had done something like that to me, I would have been better equipped to defend myself. Instead, Wendy gathered her harpy friends around her in a circle so they could whisper and giggle and shoot nasty looks in my direction. If I approached them, all confidence, and challenged them to say what they had to say about me to my face, they’d roll their eyes and insist, “We weren’t even talking about you. Paranoid much?” But they were.

If I bent over to grab something out of my locker, they’d oh so accidentally bump into me and knock my head against the metal. When I turned around, furious, they’d say, “Oh SO SORRY! Didn’t see you standing there!” and then they’d scurry away vainly trying to suppress grins behind their hands.

Wendy didn’t want my lunch money and she couldn’t care less about publicly proving her strength to the rest of our peers. The only goal of Wendy’s was to totally isolate me from the rest of the girls in my grade. Wendy wanted to make me into an outcast.

The main goal of Girl Bullying is to completely destroy your self esteem. It is not enough for girl bullies to convince others that they have gained the upper hand with you. They want to convince you that you’re a loser. They want to use all the people they manipulated into disliking you as evidence that you’re a failure and a totally unlikable person. They want you to go home and cry into your pillow and think, “Wow. Wendy must be right about me. Just look at all the people that agree with her.”

Even then, I realized that most of the people who befriended Wendy only did so because they were afraid of her. Woman, as a whole, have a really hard time accepting criticism and often mistakenly believe that if the negative spotlight is shining on someone else, no one will notice all the places were they fall short. The weaker ones almost always attach themselves to someone like Wendy in the hopes that enough ass kissing will ensure that they will never get attacked.

I guess what I’m trying to communicate with all this long winded philosophizing is that Girl bullies are far more complicated and sophisticated than boy bullies. And I, having very little experience in that world, hadn’t the foggiest clue on how to deal with them.

One day in gym class we got all set to play hockey. Because of my general aggressiveness when it came to sports, I was chosen to play forward. Wendy just happened to be the goalie on the other team. When I picked up my stick, I became determined to score a point against Wendy. I thought if I could just make her look foolish and weak athletically, then I would ‘win the war’ against her and her friends. Obviously, I was still trying to play by boy rules in Girl World.

I gained control of the puck and headed down the court towards Wendy. A few feet from the net, I began swinging my stick fiercely. Wendy was trying her best to block my puck, but she never quite managed to knock it completely out of my control. I gave up trying to finesse the puck into the net and started swinging my stick harder…trying to score using brute force.

At one point, my stick connected with Wendy’s shins with a loud smack that echoed in my ears. Instead of stopping, I swung the stick again and was rewarded with the faint plinking sound of my puck hitting the back of the net. I stepped back, triumphant, convinced that I had finally gained the upper hand. Wendy rolled her eyes and smirked at one of her friends.

Suddenly, I realized once and for all that boy rules would never work in Girl World. If I wanted to beat Wendy, I either had to crush her spirit or steal her boyfriend. To crush her spirit, I had to play her game. I had to seek out her past victims and rally them around me. We would have to rise up, together, and bully her like she had bullied us. We would have to turn all of her friends against her and make her believe in her own inferiority. Something like this would be more than effective, but it would take months and I was an impatient young woman. And Wendy didn’t have a boyfriend to steal.

These two truths hit me simultaneously as I looked into Wendy’s sneering eyes after I had scored that point in Gym class. I realized that my aggressive athleticism wouldn’t be admired and respected in Girl World, but used against me later. Vicious rumors where my sexuality would be questioned would be my only reward for scoring that point. I thought to myself, “Fuck it. Might as well run with it.”

Then I threw down my stick and I clocked her. That morning, God, my gym teacher, and all of my classmates watched in horror as I beat the shit out of Wendy like she was paying me to do it. Everyone was so shocked by my attack that it wasn’t until I started bouncing Wendy’s head off of the glossy gym floor that someone pulled me off of her. As my gym teacher and a couple of other girls restrained me, Wendy sat up, backed away from me like a scared animal, rose shakily to her feet, and ran out of the room crying hysterically. I ended up in a little trouble, but in the end, Wendy never said jack shit to me or about me ever again.

Women survivalists, pay heed to this little lesson, part one, in the female art of War. Part two would be how to steal her man, but do you really need tips on how to do that? How to be a girl bully


Originally posted 2009-06-30 11:43:00.

Related posts:

  1. Survival Tips for Fat Folks We are some tubby folks. Americans in general are, but...
  2. Study reveals male sexual preferences when TSHTF There’s a study! What will people think up to waste...
  3. Getting the woman on board with survival Many male survivalists seem to have a concern with their...
  4. Female crabs trade sex for protection Just sayin’ Female fiddler crabs have sex with their male...
  5. Real Black Hat Survival: About Power You might think black hat survival is the purview of...

Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.