People come and go in our corner of the internet. It’s a gradual process, an ever-changing tide of mixing waters, dipping in a toe, diving in head-first, then sometimes getting out of the pool altogether.
A couple of years ago, I slowly became aware of “Holistic Game,” a new guy blogging and building a presence on Twitter, and eventually started following him on there. At a certain point, I saw a lot of positive feedback for the podcast he had launched, and so I gave it a listen.
I was impressed.
Speaking honestly, I was never very impressed with Holistic Game himself on the podcast. He was okay, maybe a little bit obnoxious, and seldom offered anything I considered a deep insight. It was his cohost I was impressed with.
Going only by the name of “Young Jay,” and keeping no blog or Twitter account of his own, Young Jay accompanied Holistic Game but really stole the show. His observations were honest, funny, and rang true with my own experiences. Had they continued taking part in the Manosphere, I hoped to share at least one podcast conversation with Young Jay.
Through the magic of Twitter, I became acquainted with the guys, and it seemed that they respected me and were fans. I complimented them as well on their podcast, and a few of the episodes were thought-provoking, even when they played up their “drunk on whiskey” schtick a little too heavily. Maybe that was foreshadowing– most of us around here don’t need to rely on liquid courage to do a podcast, or to talk to women.
By now, most of us know what happened next. Someone connected the dots and somehow realized who Holistic Game and Young Jay were. They created a website that archived the “most outrageous” quotes and topics from the blog and podcast. Once the story broke, it became a viral sensation since the ultra-liberal town of Asheville was up in arms.
Suddenly, we knew them as Jared and Jacob, southern coffee shop owners, and their words stood naked on the page for all to see. As someone who also writes under a pseudonym, I felt sympathetic to their plight. I know that we withhold our real names out of necessity. For many of us, if we want to put forth real truth and honesty, we must protect ourselves to avoid being ostracized in a world that has very narrow parameters for which opinions are acceptable. If America today were truly tolerant, we would not need to do this. Perhaps our speech is legally protected, but society is so closed-minded that people face severe social repercussions for being outside the mainstream.
If you didn’t believe it before, you need look no further than what happened to Jared and Jacob when they were exposed.
Their business loan was rescinded. They were front-page news across the country, with websites and newspapers knowing full-well that this would stir up liberal and feminist schadenfreude. Employees walked out of their coffee shop, and the townspeople began picketing outside it.
And what exactly was their crime?
It was merely that they had had the audacity to write and talk about their opinions of women, and their methods and success in having sex with women. In our society today, anything that challenges female-dominance of the narrative must be swiftly stomped underfoot, ridiculed as an outrage, and the perpetrators must be brought to their knees.
Unfortunately, Jared and Jacob allowed themselves to fall into this frame, and they pled guilty to mob justice.
Many have already analyzed the failure of Jared and Jacob in succumbing to their critics’ frame. There has been far worse criticism leveled at Donald Trump, but he does not apologize over it, and keeps gaining a bigger share of respect and supporters. I particularly enjoyed Heartiste’s take on how the guys should have handled their exposure.
In their sniveling apology, Jared and Jacob agreed that they “hated and feared women” and would be seeking counseling. It was a slap in the face to myself and every other member of the red pill community that these two would disrespect all that they had learned, and the ways their own understanding of women had progressed. Even if they were not the best ambassadors or representatives of who we are– and there are valid criticisms to be made of their style and some of their opinions– for them to do such a completely 180 and throw us under the bus was a giant “Fuck you.”
I’ve heard all the counter-arguments as well. “Asheville is a really liberal town! The guys couldn’t afford to move anywhere else! This was their business!” Well, a lot of fucking good it did them huh? If they had held onto their balls and stuck to their guns, we would have supported them. Once you decide to hoist the black flag, launch an anonymous Manosphere blog, and start pushing back against the dominant, oppressive feminist culture, the internet is your new home. Fuck Asheville, NC. From everything I’ve heard, it’s a pozzed-out degenerate liberal shithole that might be even more overrun with hipster scum than Portland. That’s who Jared and Jacob sold out for? As others have pointed out, they could have manned up, launched a humorous Kickstarter campaign, and more than made up for their lost loan within the span of a day. Their internet espresso orders would have multiplied by a factor of 100 from the publicity.
In other words, the guys panicked. They lost their heads in a crisis, and who can blame them. But had they paused and considered their situation, they could have held their frame stronger. I understand why it all happened the way it did, though. The intense societal shame they must have been feeling from their community, families, and a sense of the whole world being against them must have sent them into survival mode.
The thing is, their survival was never truly at risk. Social justice warriors have been emboldened by our culture, which never tells them no, turning them into overgrown bratty children. At the same time, they are pussies and probably won’t come at you with actual violence. The majority of them are low-T, soybean-fueled eunuchs and obese women who you could easily outrun.
When a society is sick (which ours is), then anyone who dares to be normal will be accused twice as loudly of sickness. It’s sad to see these two men shattered before our eyes. They confessed their sins, threw themselves at the mercy of the “Lord” (the politically correct gods and goddesses of their town), and relinquished any agency of their own.
Surely there had been good reasons the two had decided to pursue their podcast, to go against the grain, to look deeper at what they actually believed. But in an instant, with a cold, harsh light shone upon them, they forsook everything they had been for months and years, invalidating themselves and their own personhood. They were reduced to fodder for the angry masses.
The reason I wanted to revisit this story now is because Jared just did a new interview with NY Magazine, and I found parts of it equally hilarious and bewildering. It was written by Rachel Monroe, a female “journalist” with absolutely no sense of objectivity. At one point, she “puts her head in her hands” in reaction to Jared saying he’d like to marry a younger woman because she’d be “hotter.” Clearly this was meant to be a hatchet job, but Rachel is such a failure that I wanted to point out some of her funnier missteps. Additionally, there are some other details I’d like to address. And off we go!
The first of Jared’s former “flings” to be discussed is referred to only as “C.” She admired Jared for being “no-drama, casual fun” after she got out of an “abusive relationship” (meaning she was probably chasing a bad-boy alpha). After repeatedly fucking Jared, she even recommended him to her friends. And this is the “victim” of the piece.
The account of C discovering the entry about her on Jared’s blog is unintentionally hilarious: “’Frisky little redhead, early twenties. Not very hot and talked too much … I bailed on her because I wasn’t that into it. I see her from time to time, and she’s letting herself go a little.’ C. screamed so loudly that her boyfriend jumped out of the shower to see what was wrong. C. stopped sleeping with her boyfriend temporarily, feeling self-conscious about what Jared had said about her: ‘[The blog] says that I’d really let myself go, which brought up little bits left over from having an eating disorder. It’s like, don’t fuck with my life.’”
Apparently he struck a nerve. Direct hit!
So basically, Jared posted anonymous details about women, not revealing their true identities, but someone (apparently “not” C) was so obsessed with him and psychologically ill that she hunted him down online, doxxed him and Jacob, and then made sure that every other woman he had written about got publicly outed and humiliated. Yet Jared is the bad guy here? I’m guessing this is a case of C the Psycho Stalker bitterly getting revenge on a guy who didn’t want to casually fuck her anymore.
Ironically, rather than the other women being angry at whoever (definitely not C…) made the whole thing public, they became friendly and formed a support group. “You’d think that meeting up with a bunch of people who’ve had sex with the same person you have would be awful,” said C. “But instead it was like, look at all these wonderful ladies.”
Game recognized, Jared! That’s what we in the business call “social proof.”
And we already knew that C likes sharing a guy with other chicks, so I’m not surprised she’s enjoying herself. What a freak.
Next I’d like to offer a humble critique of Ms. Monroe’s understanding of “The Manosphere,” “Game,” “PUA,” “MRAs,” Neil Strauss, etc. She seems to conflate all these things in her small mind. She begins:
“In the manosphere (sic), the red-pill truth is that men are victimized by a contemporary culture that is biased toward the female perspective.”
Let’s begin with the fact that “red pill” is not synonymous with victimhood. A red pill understanding of society just means to look more closely at the inherited wisdom we all get from the prevailing narratives. Viewed through this lens, we can recognize the ways that society subtly undervalues and demonizes the average man today, and also the ways that females are advantaged. But it’s not so much about victimhood as figuring out how a man can empower himself to get more out of life in these circumstances. Primarily, the red pill is like the strong father figure most men never get today. Our emasculated society has left fathers unprepared for the task of raising real men. And so we have filled that gap for each other, building a body of knowledge.
“Rutledge had become enamored with the manosphere (sic) after reading The Game in 2013.”
Again, Rachel never really clarifies (or seems to understand at all) that Neil Strauss is not part of the Manosphere. Most hilariously, she doesn’t even understand that guys refer to “game” as an entity unto itself. She remarks on it as if Jared invented some kind of alien lingo:
“He still talks about The Game fondly, dropping the definite article as if it were an old friend: “I’m not going to throw away the good parts of game.”
She seems really hip! Very qualified to be covering this topic. I’m sure she was top of her class at Pomona.
Also, Ms. Monroe seems to have never heard the word “harem” before, stating, “Jared was after a series of regular sex partners, what’s known in the Red Pill world as a harem.”
Although we’d love to take credit for this concept, the word has been in the English language since 1634, and I’m fairly certain the general idea is a wee bit older than that.
Now, there is a lot in the article about Jared and Jacob’s mea culpa, and all the ways they have prostrated themselves in frantic apology. The scary thing is, it sounds like Jared has internalized his shame so much that he really believes this stuff now. He has essentially tried to plug himself back into the Matrix. I can tell the red pill truths are still there somewhere in his mind– the discussion of marrying a younger girl is a good example– but it’s sad to see him “confessing his sins” constantly.
“I indulged in cynicism and bitterness,” he told me right away. “I used fucking nasty language. I used hurtful and violent language. I shared things I should never have shared about lovers and I objectified women and broke them down to box scores in a way that is objectifying and gross.”
That doesn’t sound like the Holistic Game I know! At this point, he is just regurgitating feminist talking points.
This “re-education” and indoctrination to the liberal mob’s point of view began quickly after the story broke. Jared and Jacob were ashamed as employees quit, and unattractive people started picketing their coffee shop. They were desperate not to lose their business, and so they were vulnerable to agree to whatever demands were placed on them.
None of this is surprising, since apparently their hometown of Asheville is essentially the closest description I’ve ever seen of my personal Hell:
“Asheville doesn’t seem like an obvious place to encounter the manosphere’s (sic) particular flavor of aggrieved masculinity. The town, nestled at the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, was deemed ‘America’s new freak capital’ by Rolling Stone in 2000, thanks to its high proportion of crystal healers, anarchists, and various inflections of hippie. It’s a place where you can find flax milk in the coffee shop and have your pick of Wiccan covens. At the organic vegetarian teahouse, I heard a man tell a woman, sincerely, ‘It’s like the yoga of eating.'”
Please. Kill me now.
But I disagree with Ms. Monroe’s conclusion here. Asheville is exactly the type of place where you will find aggrieved masculinity. These are the types of towns where guys become “pickup artists” and study “game” on their computers in the dark of night. When you are surrounded by sterile feminists on anti-depressants, you need every advantage you can get just to eke out a semblance of normal heterosexual happiness.
With that said, Jared and Jacob could not have picked a worse place to live (even if they were born into it). This created a “perfect storm” where seemingly everyone in town was out to get them. And just as prisoners are sometimes tempted by a “Good Cop” after suffering fear and abuse, there was one man in Asheville who decided to reach out to these two scared men, and offer his plump, helping hand.
The man was a “guru” in Asheville named Trey. From the sound of it, Trey is a likely member of the Good Men Project, and thought he could personally exorcise Jared and Jacob’s misogynistic demons.
“Trey Crispin is 45, with a graying man-bun and a gentle manner. He’s also the size of a fullback. Back when he was a professional snowboarder, he regularly snapped his boards in half with the force of his moves. Later, he learned how to control his own strength through the practice of t’ai chi. Having worked on his own anger issues for years, he says he is precisely attuned to other people’s aggression and sensitive to when it seems misplaced.”
I was able to track down this photo of Trey:
In their state of heightened vulnerability, Jared and Jacob accepted the offer of Trey’s guidance.
“Nobody reached out to us to say, ‘What do you need to heal, to be better men?’ — except Trey.”
Rachel Monroe devotes ten paragraphs of the article to Trey, for some reason. She details how he met with Jared and Jacob, and told them his “vision” for how the community could move forward and heal.
After all this buildup, we get to the exciting climax:
“But when the men floated their plan publicly, they found that the community was not receptive.”
Pulitzer-worthy stuff, Ms. Monroe! I’ve seen others comment that there is a decent chance Rachel was actually seduced by the man-bun-wearing Trey, and there does seem to be an unnecessary level of fetishization of his “t’ai chi” skills. I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions.
Ultimately, my takeaway from this article is that it is reflective of our culture at large: A man is presumed guilty because he has behaved as a normal male unapologetically (until he got caught), and he made women feel uncomfortable. In this day and age, simply saying mean or “creepy” things about people is enough for a massive scandal. The mob’s thirst for vengeance knows no depths, even in such a superficial case as Jared’s.
“The women seemed most troubled by just how fine Jared had been to date. ‘I really liked him,’ said W. ‘And that’s what makes me feel so gullible.’ He hadn’t tricked them by cheating or falsely professing love; they’d all hooked up with him knowing the relationship was casual. ‘I knew he was dating other people. I was, too,’ (ed: slut) said W.
If anything, they said, it was Jared who wasn’t able to take the sex casually. Now they know that when a woman turned him down or canceled a date or otherwise didn’t live up to his expectations, he lashed out online.”
This is what is called “venting,” and an anonymous online blog is an excellent place to do it! Honorable mention: Twitter.
“And in some ways this betrayal was worse than anything he could have dished out had their encounters been full-blown love affairs. ‘Having my heart broken by someone I never had an emotional investment in — it’s awful,’ said C.”
Read that last sentence again. It still won’t make any goddamn sense.
And so I ask again: Where are the victims here?
A community outraged. Two men and all their employees losing their livelihood. Angry comments and continued press coverage. All for what? A bunch of sluts who wanted to have casual sex? And two guys who decided to talk about it anonymously online? As others have pointed out, women doing the exact same thing are held up as role models:
By continuing to publicize this story and act as if we should all be outraged by it, Rachel Monroe and her feminist ilk have done more to expose the red pill truth than we otherwise could have. In America today, women are in charge. If women want to have a podcast where they spill all the dirty details about their conquests, we should publicly celebrate them! But if dirty, evil, creepy men dare deign to do the same, under cover of anonymous internet darkness, we must hunt them down and humiliate them! They are… evil and gross! Why? Just because!
Places like Asheville are going to be the most outraged by something like this, but they are also the places where game (yes, Rachel, I’m referring to the definite article like an old friend…) is most sorely needed. Bitchy, bull-dyke feminists are combative, shrill, and sexually promiscuous. Just look at all the girls in the story. If a man wants to truly enjoy a relationship with a woman who even remotely embodies the feminine essence, he will need all the tools in his arsenal to attract one (since they are few and far between) and then keep her attached.
“I spoke with a number of women who were involved with Jared during these years — some as one-night stands, others for as long as six months. None of them wanted an exclusive relationship, and all of them felt okay about how things had gone with Jared before they read his descriptions of them online. ‘Men [in Asheville] in their 30s have, like, two part-time jobs and four roommates,’ one told me. ‘They don’t grow up.’ In this context, Jared stood out. ‘He had his own business,’ another woman told me, ‘and that was something I liked about him.'”
Men here never grow up! And not a single one of us sluts wants an exclusive relationship. But fuck these Peter-Pan man-boys!
Additionally, having good game and cutting through the PC bullshit is actually welcomed by women, even these hyper-liberal ones. Well, not every single one. But very often, if a man can differentiate himself by showing he doesn’t give a damn and will go against the grain to still be “a real man,” women will find a sudden urge rekindling in them to have long hair, wear dresses, and maybe even become the mother to beautiful children before they are 40 years old. Game saves lives! And mean words on the internet aren’t a crime (yet). These girls should be appreciative of the constructive feedback that Jared provided.
In summation, there is a glimmer of hope for Jared, since he appears to be apologizing more for his angry rants than his embrace of the red pill ideology in general. He just needs to get the fuck away from Asheville or concentrate on making his money more online. And most importantly, he needs to remember that the people pointing fingers in judgment at him are the most misguided and degenerate of all. Don’t become another sick member of society just to “fit in.” There are plenty of us out here that are trying to get things back to normal, and there are bigger problems in the world than hipsters being mad at you.