If you haven’t dated a woman like this yet, then it’s only a matter of time before you stumble upon one.
They’re very common, and it’s important as a single man entering 2016 to have—at a minimum—a rudimentary understanding of the crap these women are putting into their systems just to appear normal and make it through the day.
I mean, we all expect the 250 pound piece of shit with the weird hair, Tumblr account, and see-through earlobes who breathes like a dehydrated Saint Bernard whenever she traverses a Golden Corral parking lot to be on antidepressants—it’s a given.
She’s an unlovable loser who has no friends and no prospects.
Judging by how crazy and delusional most women are nowadays, it’s probably a pretty sizable percentage. What’s more: a recent study out of Canada reveals that pregnant women taking the most common form of antidepressants—Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, or SSRIs—increase their risk of having a child born on the autism spectrum by 87 percent. To say that is completely ridiculous would be a massive understatement.
One would like to think these women feel ashamed of themselves for producing an entire generation of little “Rain Mans,” but they’re most likely too drugged up feel anything at all—never mind shame. Even scarier is the fact that a lot of the women taking these drugs seem to have their acts together.
If you’re a pussy and you’re saying to yourself, “I would never disrespect someone’s privacy like that! Women aren’t in the business of helping you, they’re in the business helping themselves. Crazy women don’t think they’re crazy, sluts don’t think they’re slutty, and losers don’t think they’re losing—it’s on you to figure all of that out on your own and act accordingly.
You can contact him at [email protected] One out of every four—that’s how many women in America are on some type of antidepressant.
But first, let’s start with a few target rich locations for gathering your intelligence.
When you’re at a woman’s place on your first or second visit, excuse yourself to the bathroom and take a look around her medicine cabinet.
While a good-hearted traditional man in his mind, he's a total philanderer in reality.
How many of the remaining 75 percent should be on meds, but aren’t for any number of reasons, is anyone’s guess.
This article won’t focus on women like this at all because nobody wants to fuck them, talk about them, talk to them, look at them, or even think about them.
The sole focus of this article will be on the stealth losers: the women who are generally attractive, successful, and have everything that feminism says should make them happy, yet are miserable to the point that they have to pop pills like a high school kid pops zits just to stay sane.