Andrew Tate doesn’t want you to get laid. He wants your cash. Your failure is an inbuilt part of the profit-making machine.

Pick up artistry functions around one important premise: If you do the right thing, you will get The Sex. If you don’t get The Sex, it means your approach was bunk, so you’ve got to learn how to behave like a hulking ape – I mean alpha male. You’ve got to appeal to her emotions because women do not provide The Sex based on logic. They only provide it based on Big Dick Energy.

I’m a thinking woman, and I would like a refund please.

Women are not walking Rubik’s Cubes. We’re not puzzles to be solved or vending machines to be bashed. Sex does not fall out of the slot with the correct series of kicks and punches. It falls out of the slot with the correct series of self-improvement choices.

I know I just lost roughly 99.9% of the manosphere’s attention with that paragraph, but stick around, 0.01%. Maybe it’ll be worth your while.

Pick up artists assume women choose men who have a particular set of character traits, and in a sense, we do. Pick up artists just aren’t capable of seeing which character traits actually bait us.

Tate and his kin see our interactions with men with Gorilla Mind. That’s like Zen’s Beginner’s Mind, except stupid. They think we’re choosing those confident men for their alpha traits, and usually we aren’t. We’re choosing them for their humility and respect. Gorilla Mind doesn’t know what “a humility” is, but it definitely thinks it has something to do with dicks.

Pick up artists mistake their big dick obsession for women’s big dick obsession. Most of us don’t give a damn what you have swinging over your balls. We care whether your character appeals to our exceedingly rational brains. If you’re dick obsessed enough to read a book called Big Dick Energy, we’re not going to bite. Well, not in the way you want us to, anyway. I personally try to bite the head off the manosphere at least once a week.

Here’s this week’s attempt: Andrew Tate doesn’t want you to get laid. He wants your cash. If his first book worked, you wouldn’t listen to his podcast. Your failure is an inbuilt part of the profit-making machine.

It. Is. Not. Going. To. Get. You. The. Sex.

It’s going to buy Tate his next Ferrari, so stop allowing pick up artists to make you feel inferior.

The pick up artist space has an inbuilt explanation for when you fail to get The Sex: You aren’t alpha enough. You aren’t selfish enough. Or rich enough. Or well-dressed enough, and so you spend the next seven years trying your damnedest to become something you are not. And you become less desirable with every piece of plastic you tape across your psyche. The manosphere tells you if you just get the movements right, you’ll solve this puzzle. If the puzzle doesn’t get solved, it’s your fault, not your favourite pick up artist’s.

Let me tell you which series of kicks and thumps makes The Sex fall out of my vending machine. I choose men who treat me as a human being of worth. I choose men who have incisive minds. I choose men who are capable of personal evolution. I choose men who do therapy; who have values; who are capable of self-assessment.

You won’t find any of those things in Andrew Tate’s podcast because Andrew Tate has Gorilla’s Mind, with all its big dick energy and obliviousness to self. If you want The Sex, you’ve got to have a healthy opinion of womankind, but I’m not writing this for a Ferrari, so what do I know?