Brother of Anton Zegoyavich, Dranton Zegoyavich, speaks out on his brother’s nefarious work involving the female aging gene, not to mention forced experiments on women using genetic material from Burmese Pythons.
COMING SOON!
Not really.
Especially if he has money and a predilection towards sociopathic behavior, which comprises the majority of their population.
Women know all about this.
Men just know about the American Express bills they’re willing to pay in exchange for the maintenance that keeps them interested in the women in their lives.
So unless a man is a celebrity, or young and single, he doesn’t give much thought to his appearance. He’s more concerned about what he earns.
And so are women, which feeds the pathology.
Women are concerned about crow’s feet, because the burden to remain beautiful is always theirs. Even when women are the breadwinners, the man is still given a wide birth, literally.
But women don’t have to tolerate this. They can simply refuse to date, marry and/sleep with men who aren’t in shape, for example, or who treat them as objects.
In other words, women should simply mirror male expectations.
But they don’t, because they’re willing to tolerate anything that takes them off the singles market by age 35.
And men take full advantage of this vulnerability, by the way.
Men require discipline, which women must oversee.
If they don’t, men will morph into their primal roles, and all hell will break loose. So the next time a man refuses to treat a woman the way she wants to be treated, she’s not doing her job.
Women argue that if they try to control men, they’ll leave. But this isn’t true. Women must learn the art of control that doesn’t destabilize the male-female paradigm.
This is war, and if you want to win, you better be prepared to win.
So no, maintenance for men of a certain age isn’t necessary as long as women are willing to sacrifice everything for a ring and a promise, which they usually make a few times to different people during the course of a lifetime.
You may have noticed that my blogging has been somewhat intermittent of late. This is due to several related projects that devour time like a black hole. Even my therapist recommended that I slow down, and at $150/session, I listen.
First, jayrusovichlive.com is undergoing major design and functionality changes. Needless to say, with thousands of pages of content, it’s a big deal, involving lots of people and more time than I’d like, given my predilection for writing.
Second, we have a big, rubber coffee table book in the works. The design firm is in Los Angeles. The printer is in Hong Kong. And we’re here in Houston, Texas. For those of you who don’t know, these are three different places, which challenge even the most sensible and stable among us. Not us, specifically, but “us” in the abstract.
Making things more complicated is the fact that I have to shoot three more images for the book. Suffice to say, this is not like walking outside and shooting a tree.
Third, we are undergoing a “branding” process, which involves publicity, new logos, themes and related image-building, which drags everyone into it like the aforementioned hole.
Fourth, our upcoming treatise on men, “Manhandling,” is also underway.
So while we’re super excited about this transformation, the energy it requires is more than I have ever expended, period.
Anyway, I’ll be back on schedule towards the end of this week and look forward to hearing your comments on our new look and feel.
Jay
This movie I’ve been watching is just one continuous loop.
All men love beauty.
But imagine for a moment that as they age, they do so as heroine addicts who manage to make it past twenty-seven.
In this context, then, beauty becomes a metaphor for heroin.
Now take an older, affluent single man and expose him to unlimited amounts of it. Soon, he’s strung out. And like other addicts, he begins to act out accordingly.
By this I mean he starts believing his own delusions.
This makes him a “soft target” for the purveyors of the drug, specifically young, beautiful women who can smell the weakness like Great White Sharks in a penguin colony.
So they circle, which is what any predator does in the context of feeding. Size up the prey. Look for an opportunity of vulnerability. And then go in for the kill.
Remember: this is a food chain, not Burger King.
So let’s suppose for a moment that Mickey Rourke is enamored with his 24 year-old “date,” Elena. So much so that it blinds him to realities that time and experience have taught him to honor.
In more basic terminology, if you don’t pay your rent you get evicted. If you’re a penguin, you don’t play in the kill zone, period.
But some people still don’t listen because they can no longer hear you.
The beauty’s wrapped around his brain like the Death Mask of an Egyptian mummy, with an endorphin drip to keep him intoxicated. No matter what she says he sugar-coats it, reconfigures it to fit his desires. He hangs on every word, every movement, every fantasy, as though his life hinged on the validation of his delusions.
It does.
Thank God the penguins have more sense or they’d be extinct.
Please explain to me what people find so egregious about this couple?
Is it the fact that Mickey Rouke appears to have been recently embalmed?
Is it the fact that the East European woman appears to be a tad older than the Live Dolls coming out of Japan?
What’s really the problem here?
Rourke is a great actor with a lot of money, celebrity, bad skin and horrific style.
So what?
If the woman without a last name chooses to date him, who cares? If he’s in a psychiatric meltdown about the fact that he’s 55 and not 36, who cares?
This is where feminism missed the boat.
He happens to like gorgeous young women for some reason, and she likes money, notoriety and whatever else she couldn’t acquire without doing porn.
It’s a simple exchange of commodities, and they’re both valued equally. Perfect.
However, women do have the uncanny ability to fall in love with improbable candidates. So in the end, there may be a marriage that includes sex on occasion, which tilts the balance in his favor no matter how much he spends.
Nonetheless, if the roles were reversed, there would be no sex on any occasion.
Women can complain about this all they want, but the bottom line is that a man will opt for youth and beauty over all else — if he can afford it.
She then becomes the keeper of the keys to eternal youth for an aging celebrity.
Personally, i find this repugnant. I would never date a beautiful young woman half my age.
If female psychology made any sense to me I ‘d find something else to do.
“Why Women Have Sex,” by University of Texas Psychology professors, Cindy Meston and David Buss, was recently covered on Dailymail.co.uk. and then picked up by the balance of the world, if only because people are tired of hearing about healthcare.
Good call on the part of the authors, by the way.
If you want to sell a book in the “non-fiction” category, just make up something that’ll stir up the gender wars and you’ll sell enough books to satisfy any publisher these days, regardless of it’s merits.
Anyway, the underlying thesis of this book is that romance and passion are at the bottom of the list when it comes to reasons women have sex.
Instead, they use the “call-girl” model, which turns women into hookers and men into Neanderthals who pass out cash and gifts in exchange for the satisfaction of primitive urges over which they have no control.
I’m not saying this isn’t true, but still.
With this set-up in mind, one woman admitted to having sex just so her husband would put the trash out. Another said she did it for “God.”
According to the authors, 84 per cent admitted to having sex just to ensure a quiet life or to bargain for household chores.
Other excuses given included:
1] To relieve boredom
2] It’s easier than fighting
3] Gives them something to do [see #1]
4] Provides some relief from stress or migraines
5] Sympathy [one woman admitted to having sex with a man because she felt sorry for him]
6] Yields financial or material rewards
7] Usually leads to nice dinners
8] It can be fun
9] Romance
10] Love
And if this wasn’t bad enough, the professors concluded that most women don’t find men sexually attractive at all.
Nice. I’m buying 20 copies. See how marketing works?
Based on personal experience, I’d say that sex for women is about communication and understatement. For men it’s about primal urges followed by what often appears to be aggravated assault.
Let me set this up another way:
Women can have sex anytime they want. So after a while the whole thing kind of loses it luster. They become jaded and bored. There’s no challenge. And besides, it’s monotonous listening to the same song and dance from men. So women take it to the next level, in order to maintain at least a modicum of interest in it.
Sex must blur the lines between urge and emotion to remain interesting, just like some downer junkies speed ball their heroine with methamphetamine just to see what happens.
How the hell else is it supposed to produce endorphins? Hell, if I knew that no matter what I did I could get laid, I’d use it to get somebody to take the trash out or to buy me a goddamned Ferrari.
I might even use it to shut somebody up, which is virtually impossible when women get on a roll.
Come to think of it, there isn’t much I wouldn’t use it for.
Since women apparently aren’t attracted to men anyway, what the hell difference does it make? A man can never quantify their disinterest in sex for obvious reasons, nor can they do anything about their desire to have it.
So we’re back to the “call girl” thing; not to mention female objectification, Live Dolls, male superficiality, Darwin and people like Mickey Rourke [and his 24 year old supermodel girlfriend], who’s up next.
…and why it’s never fair or equal. She pays her price. he pays his.
Live Dolls aren’t just 125 pounds of rubber.
They’re 5 feet 6 inches of perfectly proportioned rubber.
If they were 4’8” at this weight, they would be fat. But they’re not fat, which is one reason you can expect to pay seven thousand dollars for a typical blonde.
And when she cracks or discolors, you can buy another one. You can keep the same head if you happen to like her personality, for example. They’ll just re-attach it to a new body so you can string out the fantasy forever, which is about as long as most men expect them to last.
Back in the other reality, just step into the hearts of most older women and you’ll witness romantic constructs collapsing like decks of cards in a Blitzkrieg. This is because they can’t keep up no matter what they do. This doesn’t stop them from trying, however. And thank God, because a few of us still opt for something with a heartbeat, no matter how bad the conversation.
When it gets down to it, women over a certain age understand that men want a trophy in exchange for their efforts. They want a trophy, period, but they expect to have one commensurate with their level of financial achievement.
So if their efforts pay big dividends, the wife better be able to do more than cook.
Men also know that most women would drop their law practices in a heartbeat for the right man. Hell, I know one woman who moved to El Paso from Boca Raton. Of course, you’d be hard-pressed to find a man willing to even move down the street. This is because it’s her job to move, not his.
And by the way, randomly pick any attractive female attorney in her mid-thirties and I promise you she wants nothing to do with law. In fact, she hates law. She hates lawyers. And now she hates herself. Why? Because she wants a man in her life no matter what the hell she tells you. He may still prefer the rubber thing, but she wants a living man, and will do what’s necessary to get one.
Women must exert enormous energy maintaining their appearances, which they do for men. This is one of those unspoken tenets that never seem to apply in the reverse…because he has other things top worry about that have nothing whatsoever to do with make-up, but everything whatsoever to do with paying for it.
Understand this: men value beauty above all else and WOMEN KNOW IT.
So it’s a power struggle: Money versus Beauty.
The problem here is that the struggle is not unlike gambling in Vegas. The house will eventually win. However, if you started out with a law degree you may be able to negotiate a golden parachute once the beauty fades.
Otherwise, I suggest you invest in realdolls.com and live off the interest.
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