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If I had the inclination, I would dissect down this letter, sentence by sentence, and translate it into truths, rather than the “womanese” bulls~~~ that it is. Frankly, I think this is exactly what most of today post wall bitches really feel, deep down inside after years of the c~~~ carousel. You reap what you sew. What did they think? That the world will revolve around their vaginas to the end of time? It’s so f~~~ing ridiculous and at the same time, so goddamn illuminating to see it right there in words.
“Hi, Polly,
I feel like a ghost. I’m a 35-year-old woman, and I have nothing to show for it. My 20s and early 30s have been a twisting crisscross of moves all over the West Coast, a couple of brief stints abroad, multiple jobs in a mediocre role with no real upward track. I was also the poster child for serial monogamy. My most hopeful and longest lasting relationship (three and a half years, whoopee) ended two years ago. We moved to a new town (my fourth new city), created a home together, and then nose-dived into a traumatic breakup that launched me to my fifth and current city and who-knows-what-number job.For all these years of quick changes and rash decisions, which I once rationalized as adventurous, exploratory, and living an “original life,” I have nothing to show for it. I have no wealth, and I’m now saddled with enough debt from all of my moves, poor decisions, and lack of career drive that I may never be able to retire. I have no career milestones and don’t care for my line of work all that much anyway, but now it’s my lifeline, as I only have enough savings to buy a hotel room for two nights. I have no family nearby, no long-term relationship built on years of mutual growth and shared experiences, no children. While I make friends easily, I’ve left most of my friends behind in each city I’ve moved from while they’ve continued to grow deep roots: marriages, homeownership, career growth, community, families, children. I have a few close girlfriends, for which I am grateful, but life keeps getting busier and our conversations are now months apart. Most of my nights are spent alone with my cat (cue the cliche).
I used to consider myself creative — a good writer, poetic, passionate, curious. Now, after many years of demanding yet uninspiring jobs, multiple heartbreaks, move after move, financial woes, I’m quite frankly exhausted. I can barely remember to buy dish soap let alone contemplate humanity or be inspired by Anaïs Nin’s diaries. Honestly, I find artists offensive because I’m jealous and don’t understand how I landed this far away from myself.Also, within the past year I’ve had a breast-cancer scare and required surgery on my uterus due to a fertility issue. On top of that, I’m 35 and every gyno and women’s-health website this side of the Mississippi is telling me my fertility is dropping faster than a piano falling out of the sky. Now I’m looking into freezing my eggs, adding to my never-ending financial burden, in hopes of possibly making something of this haunted house and having a family someday with a no-named man.
I’m trying, Polly. I am. I’m dating. I’m working out and working hard. Listening to music I enjoy and loving my cat. Calling my mom. Yet I truly feel like a ghost. No one knows who I am or where I’ve been. I haven’t kept a friend, lover, or foe around long enough to give anyone a chance. What’s the point? I don’t care for my job. I’m not building toward anything, and I don’t have the time or money to really invest in what I care about anyway at this point. On top of that, society is telling me my value as a woman is fading fast, my wrinkles require Botox (reference said poor finances), all the while my manager is asking for me to finish “that report by Monday.” Why bother?
My apathy is coming out in weird ways. I’m drinking too much, and when I do see my friends on occasion, I end up getting drunk and angry or sad or both and pushing them away. And with men I date, I feel pressure to make something of the relationship too soon (move in, get married, “I have to have kids in a couple of years”; fun times!). All the while still trying to be the sexpot 25-year-old I thought I was until what seemed like a moment ago.
I used to think I was the one who had it all figured out. Adventurous life in the city! Traveling the world! Making memories! Now I feel incredibly hollow. And foolish. How can I make a future for myself that I can get excited about out of these wasted years? What reserves or identity can I draw from when I feel like I’ve accrued nothing up to this point with my life choices?
Haunted”God bless peace and freedom.
Anonymous0Too little, too late, honey.
Anonymous18The wall is far more psychologically damaging to females than the fading looks.
One of the most delightful aspect of the wall is the doom and gloom of loneliness it subjects them to.
A woman hates her company for she has no company to give herself. Why men feel they can ever improve their quality of life having a woman and not a few hobbies instead… even my boy Einstein didn’t understand.
Her regrets are not my problem.
But they are funny as f~~~.
Oh, and it isn’t society telling her she’s all used up. It’s biology.
The Wall is not a social construct.
If I had the inclination, I would dissect down this letter, sentence by sentence, and translate it into truths, rather than the “womanese” bulls~~~ that it is. Frankly, I think this is exactly what most of today post wall bitches really feel, deep down inside after years of the c~~~ carousel. You reap what you sew. What did they think? That the world will revolve around their vaginas to the end of time? It’s so f~~~ing ridiculous and at the same time, so goddamn illuminating to see it right there in words.
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“Hi, Polly,I feel like a ghost. I’m a 35-year-old woman, and I have nothing to show for it. My 20s and early 30s have been a twisting crisscross of moves all over the West Coast, a couple of brief stints abroad, multiple jobs in a mediocre role with no real upward track. I was also the poster child for serial monogamy. My most hopeful and longest lasting relationship (three and a half years, whoopee) ended two years ago. We moved to a new town (my fourth new city), created a home together, and then nose-dived into a traumatic breakup that launched me to my fifth and current city and who-knows-what-number job.
For all these years of quick changes and rash decisions, which I once rationalized as adventurous, exploratory, and living an “original life,” I have nothing to show for it. I have no wealth, and I’m now saddled with enough debt from all of my moves, poor decisions, and lack of career drive that I may never be able to retire. I have no career milestones and don’t care for my line of work all that much anyway, but now it’s my lifeline, as I only have enough savings to buy a hotel room for two nights. I have no family nearby, no long-term relationship built on years of mutual growth and shared experiences, no children. While I make friends easily, I’ve left most of my friends behind in each city I’ve moved from while they’ve continued to grow deep roots: marriages, homeownership, career growth, community, families, children. I have a few close girlfriends, for which I am grateful, but life keeps getting busier and our conversations are now months apart. Most of my nights are spent alone with my cat (cue the cliche).I used to consider myself creative — a good writer, poetic, passionate, curious. Now, after many years of demanding yet uninspiring jobs, multiple heartbreaks, move after move, financial woes, I’m quite frankly exhausted. I can barely remember to buy dish soap let alone contemplate humanity or be inspired by Anaïs Nin’s diaries. Honestly, I find artists offensive because I’m jealous and don’t understand how I landed this far away from myself.
Also, within the past year I’ve had a breast-cancer scare and required surgery on my uterus due to a fertility issue. On top of that, I’m 35 and every gyno and women’s-health website this side of the Mississippi is telling me my fertility is dropping faster than a piano falling out of the sky. Now I’m looking into freezing my eggs, adding to my never-ending financial burden, in hopes of possibly making something of this haunted house and having a family someday with a no-named man.I’m trying, Polly. I am. I’m dating. I’m working out and working hard. Listening to music I enjoy and loving my cat. Calling my mom. Yet I truly feel like a ghost. No one knows who I am or where I’ve been. I haven’t kept a friend, lover, or foe around long enough to give anyone a chance. What’s the point? I don’t care for my job. I’m not building toward anything, and I don’t have the time or money to really invest in what I care about anyway at this point. On top of that, society is telling me my value as a woman is fading fast, my wrinkles require Botox (reference said poor finances), all the while my manager is asking for me to finish “that report by Monday.” Why bother?My apathy is coming out in weird ways. I’m drinking too much, and when I do see my friends on occasion, I end up getting drunk and angry or sad or both and pushing them away. And with men I date, I feel pressure to make something of the relationship too soon (move in, get married, “I have to have kids in a couple of years”; fun times!). All the while still trying to be the sexpot 25-year-old I thought I was until what seemed like a moment ago.I used to think I was the one who had it all figured out. Adventurous life in the city! Traveling the world! Making memories! Now I feel incredibly hollow. And foolish. How can I make a future for myself that I can get excited about out of these wasted years? What reserves or identity can I draw from when I feel like I’ve accrued nothing up to this point with my life choices?Haunted”Soinds like her hamster has died, she’s got way too much truth coming into clear view. She still doesnt take responsibility or accountability for what shes done, but shes done more objective viewing of her life than most women.
Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
Her letter makes her sound like a fish desperately in need of a bicycle… 😛
It’s ironic, but all that gigantic shift in government policy and cultural practice that was designed to empower her and give her all these options to do all the things she’s done (without the evil patriarchy telling her she can’t) is exactly the obstacle to a man who might otherwise wife her up and rescue her from all the mountain of crap she has created for her life. The government policy of punishing husbands to reward wives is exactly the thing that keeps men from taking her on as a wife.
I got no desire to rescue a damsel in distress when she’s got Darth-Vader-government standing just behind her ready to hand her an enormous weapon to use against me as soon as the gratitude for rescuing her wears off, and she decides she’d like to go make some more selfish, short-sighted life choices.
Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you
in hopes of possibly making something of this haunted house and having a family someday with a no-named man.
I’m tryingshe’s looking for white knight number #1 of several
still trying to be the sexpot 25-year-old I thought I was until what seemed like a moment ago
yes, that time does pass by quickly .. and year 35 arrives in a blink of an eye, as so many women will discover
And with men I date, I feel pressure to make something of the relationship too soon (move in, get married, “I have to have kids in a couple of years”
whoever the man might be he’ll get to deal with all of her current & future issues, thousands of past skeletons in her closet
I’m shocked she didn’t start with, “well men have all had problems with commitment” leaving me with only short term relationships of no more than three years.
That’s what makes this different and probably fake. Women never are introspective enough to say…hey, all these failed relationships have one thing in common. Me.
Maybe I need to do some work on myself.
At least she seems to think it is her responsibility and that is not normal.
#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.
She signs off “Haunted.”
Because she feels like a ghost. And men are ghosting her.And there a many more like her, still believing in and wishing and hoping in fairy tales. Just like the many men who WANTED the family life, to find the girl of his dreams and successful career only to have it destroyed by bulls~~~ feminism. #MGTOW.
FEMINISM RUINED EVERYTHING.
#NEVERGOINGBACK
#ICETHEMOUT!!! #MANOUT!!! #HIDEYOURWEALTH #VAGINAISWORTHLESS
I got no desire to rescue a damsel in distress
Exactly. F~~~ white knighthood.
Besides, it’s much more fun being the dragon.
This letter should be a sticky.
It contains absolutely everything.
I have female friends from my past who are a mirror image of her plight. They frequently change jobs and locations. They blow large amounts of money on vacations, just so they can fake brag to others how great their life is. They are now in their late 30’s, single, single moms, or dating, and wondering why they are still at a low paying job with serious debt.
I see it as part of the result of our addiction to instant gratification. I want my new relationship to have the feel of a long term and stable one right now. I want to feel comfortable and appreciated in my new job right now. I want to take exotic vacations right now. There is no organization, no plan, and no process. It’s just one dopamine craving after another. Another hookup, new city, new job, new vacation, new anything.
A co-worker recently told me, "If you want to see who someone really is, divorce them." I have found out how true this is. When your wife drops the façade of being the caring partner, you will witness all of the greed, hate, and spite that she has masked. It is truly breathtaking!
I’m drinking too much, and when I do see my friends on occasion, I end up getting drunk and angry or sad or both and pushing them away. And with men I date, I feel pressure to make something of the relationship too soon (move in, get married, “I have to have kids in a couple of years”; fun times!). All the while still trying to be the sexpot 25-year-old I thought I was until what seemed like a moment ago.I used to think I was the one who had it all figured out. Adventurous life in the city! Traveling the world! Making memories! Now I feel incredibly hollow. And foolish. How can I make a future for myself that I can get excited about out of these wasted years? What reserves or identity can I draw from when I feel like I’ve accrued nothing up to this point with my life choices?Haunted”
Women have been sold the feminist lie that they can have it all. That they can ride the carousel until they are 35 and the perfect man will turn up as the ride is coming to an end. She will then get the big house, SUV and become a stay at home yummy mummy. They believe they can easily have children in their 40’s because all the celebrities are doing it. As the woman above says, they all think they are still the sexpot 25 year old who has men falling over themselves to be with them, and that they are in Sex and the City.
Met a friend of a woman I work with who could have written the above except she is 43. Work colleague said to me “Such a shame she can’t meet a decent man, she wants to get married and have children”. Have children!! I think that ship may have sailed a few years ago! Are they so deluded that they think due to feminism the laws of nature no longer apply?
The reality is she probably ignored the man she would now love to marry and left him in her 20s along with her fertility. Basically she chose the the no responsibility,exciting life of Alpha c~~~ carousel, travelling and having fun and is now p~~~ed off that there isn’t men queuing up to give her the fantastic life she thinks she deserves.
Women gave away their pussy for free when they were sexpot 25 year olds, yet feel men should man up and pay full retail when it has been used up and worn out.
Cry me a river princess.
For women, everything eventually boils down to Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks.
I have female friends from my past who are a mirror image of her plight. They frequently change jobs and locations. They blow large amounts of money on vacations, just so they can fake brag to others how great their life is. They are now in their late 30’s, single, single moms, or dating, and wondering why they are still at a low paying job with serious debt.
I see it as part of the result of our addiction to instant gratification. I want my new relationship to have the feel of a long term and stable one right now. I want to feel comfortable and appreciated in my new job right now. I want to take exotic vacations right now. There is no organization, no plan, and no process. It’s just one dopamine craving after another. Another hookup, new city, new job, new vacation, new anything.The trouble is long term and stable is not exciting in the long run, so they crave the excitement of the carousel. What they really want is financial stability but the only way to get this is to marry a blue pill wallet. Doesn’t take them long to realise they can divorce rape him which will give her the financial stability and get back on the carousel which will give her the dopamine fix she constantly craves.
What this all ultimately boils down to is getting old and losing their looks and SMV. If a woman could always look like a sexpot 25 year old they would ride the carousel until the day they died. Isn’t it a coincidence that the regrets start when they start to lose their looks and beging to realise what the real world is actually like. Not so easy is it when you don’t have everyone falling over themselves to be nice to you because you are pretty.
Women are always looking for the thing that will make them happy but don’t realise that happiness comes from within. If they are not happy it is clearly due to their current situation so they will look for Another hookup, new city, new job, new vacation, new anything like you said. Problem is they will never be happy due to their mental state and the amount of c~~~ they have had so it just carries on forever.
For women, everything eventually boils down to Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks.
Anonymous3I haven’t kept a friend, lover, or foe around long enough to give anyone a chance. What’s the point?
What the hell is she complaining then?
Truly she is incapable of meaningful relationships while longing for the outcomes of a meaningful relationship.
Women are chaotic in nature, and most of them make their life a living hell, only mitigated by a man trying to fix things. But they will hate him for it.
To all young men out there, this is the women you have today: fickle, spoiled, and entitled. You cannot win, go your own way.
ddled with enough debt from all of my moves, poor decisions, and lack of career drive that I may never be able to retire. I have no career milestones and don’t care for my line of work all that much anyway, but now it’s my lifeline, as I only have enough savings to buy a hotel room for two nights. I have no family nearby, no long-term relationship built on years of mutual growth and shared experiences, no children. While I make friends easily, I’ve left most of my friends behind in each city I’ve moved from while they’ve continued to grow deep roots: marriages, homeownership, career growth, community, families, children. I have a few close girlfriends, for which I am grateful, but life keeps getting busier and our conversations are now months apart. Most of my nights are spent alone with my cat (cue the cliche).
I used to consider myself creative — a good writer, poetic, passionate, curious. Now, after many years of demanding yet uninspiring jobs, multiple heartbreaks, move after move, financial woes, I’m quite frankly exhausted. I can barely remember to buy dish soap let alone contemplate humanity or be inspired by Anaïs Nin’s diaries. Honestly, I find artists offensive because I’m jealous and don’t understand how I landed this far away from myself.Also, within the past year I’ve had a breast-cancer scare and required surgery on my uterus due to a fertility issue. On top of that, I’m 35 and every gyno and women’s-health website this side of the Mississippi is telling me my fertility is dropping faster than a piano falling out of the sky. Now I’m looking into freezing my eggs, adding to my never-ending financial burden, in hopes of possibly making something of this haunted house and having a family someday with a no-named man.
I’m trying, Polly. I am. I’m dating. I’m working out and working hard. Listening to music I enjoy and loving my cat. Calling my mom. Yet I truly feel like a ghost. No one knows who I am or where I’ve been. I haven’t kept a friend, lover, or foe around long enough to give anyone a chance. What’s the point? I don’t care for my job. I’m not buildiHA HAAAAA !!! Bed.Made.Lie
You’ll never be able to give me a good reason to give a s~~~.Her letter makes her sound like a fish desperately in need of a bicycle
Don't let them Blame, Shame or Tame you!
Give 'em NOTHING, not even an answer!
#GenderSegragationNow!Hahaha, bitch you made a s~~~ sandwich NOW EAT IT.
funny, the other day had a small talk with my mom, (divorced years ago, but is okay my dad is a jerk and well she choose a huge dirt bag with 3 failed relations with one kid each… Gina tingles)
The point is she told me : “some times i feel soo alone in that house, that is why i work soo much”
My answer: “thanks god im a men, we never feel alone and im most happy when im alone and dont have to work”She fell silent.
To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.
She got what she wanted.
I'm going my own way. Maybe I'll see you there.
The wall is truly a scary thing, isn’t it?
Too bad that we are men, and we grow so used to it, that many of us end up liking the bastard, at some poit.
The problem of having your full value foreloaded to you, is that when you spend it all away, you end up with nothing, because you never added anything to it.
And it is all your fault."Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.
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