From the caveman to the Donald, red-blooded men have been encouraged to be on the prowl for chicks. Licking their chops like a pack of hungry wolves, real men stalk women, never taking no for an answer, persistent even in the face of rejection.
Now in the latest installment of Donald J. Trump’s Greatest Misogynist Hits, the Republican presidential candidate was caught on a hot mike in a 2005 conversation bragging in vulgar terms about kissing, groping grabbing pussy and trying to score with women.
But apparently he was unsuccessful in one encounter.
Reported in the Washington Post who first obtained the video:
In that audio, Trump discusses a failed attempt to seduce a woman, whose full name is not given in the video.
“I moved on her, and I failed. I’ll admit it,” Trump is heard saying.
“I did try and fuck her. She was married,” Trump says.
Trump continues: “And I moved on her very heavily. In fact, I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said, ‘I’ll show you where they have some nice furniture.’”
“I moved on her like a bitch, but I couldn’t get there. And she was married,” Trump says. “Then all of a sudden I see her, she’s now got the big phony tits and everything. She’s totally changed her look.”
““Grab them by the pussy,” Trump says. “You can do anything.” And when you’re a star, they let you do it,” Trump says. “You can do anything.”
Well, obviously Trump was a loser and couldn’t close the deal when it came to that married woman.
If only the Donald had availed himself of the wisdom of mating guru Eric Weber whose 1970 book “How to Pick Up Girls” became the quintessential guide for the testosterone driven members of the Me Generation.
It was the gold standard in helping millions of groovy guys pick up foxy ladies in the 1970s.
And it made Weber a lot of loot.
This misogynist’s manifesto of male entitlement promised a fool-proof guide to meeting good-looking girls “whenever and wherever, in bars, buses trains even on the streets – without a formal introduction.”
And without drugging your date….Bill Cosby style.
Despite being rife with sexism it never once suggests resorting to spiking your dates drink.
His formula was simple. Weber was a shy copywriter wiling his time on Madison Ave, when he decided to interview a bunch of “terrific looking women” he called the Fabulous 25. “They are all smart poised witty and good talkers the kind of girls you’d give at least one of your eye teeth to pick up,” as he described them,
For these Fabulous 25 getting picked up is the “hip modern way to meet men…purer than a blind date more in tune with our hip, modern times.”
“Here’s a fantastic piece of information learned from the Fabulous 25. No matter what a man looks like, what kind of job he has, or what his personality’s like, there is one simple thing he can do that will increase his stature in a woman’s eyes 100%.
And that is, he can try to pick her up. That alone says something great about a man. It says he’s courageous that he’s man enough to go out and try to get what he wants”
The Fabulous 25, the foxy girls who Weber interviewed in 1970 would today more likely to be considered enablers of the entitlement culture at best.
Misogyny Served Straight Up
Without missing a beat, the book immediately assaults you with a direct hit of misogyny, clearly setting the tenor for the rest of this intolerable tome.
The introduction starts casually enough.
“You’re walking down the street,” Weber begins painting a familiar scenario. “Minding your own business. And suddenly you spot a girl.”
“Not just an ordinary girl. Not just a fantastic girl. But the girl—someone so absolutely sexy, so downright delicious-looking.”
Barely able to contain his excitement he continues:
“You’ve just got to see more of her long, lean legs,” he pants. “Her fine, rounded breasts,” he salivates. “Her high, firm behind. For an instant you even consider rape.”
And who could blame you? That babe just assaulted you with her beauty!
Can’t Help Myself
As Weber explains later in the book, …women want to be picked up!
“Why do you think women parade around in skirts hardly a millimeter below their private parts?” he posits with great sincerity . “Why do you think so many of them have completely stopped wearing bras and panties? Just to look pretty? Don’t be crazy. They’re showing you their breasts and behinds to stimulate you.”
What’s a man to do?
Easing into stalker mode the introduction continues:
“As you close in on her your heart starts to pound like a kettle drum. You rack your brain. How can I manage to kiss her and bite her and hug her and strip off all her clothes?”
“Should I throw myself at her feet and promise her my savings account, my car –even my new set of golf clubs?” he wonders?
Then taking a page from the Fred Flintstone rule book on courting, he continues. “Or should I just grab her long golden locks and drag her off into the sunset?”
“Your mind draws a blank. You don’t know what to do.”
Of course, if you’re Donald Trump you might just “grab them by the pussy,” After all “when you’re a star you can do anything. You can do anything.”
Or if you’re like Bill Cosby you might just drop a lude into her Mimosa and render the fantastic girl unconscious.
For the rest of the insecure male readers, the book is filled with hundreds of nuggets on how to “bag your prey.”
Time-tested, winning techniques like to get a girl all laden with disrespect, arrogance and aggression, are the hallmark of a rape culture.
If it takes lying to pick up a chick, so much the better. Dishonesty it seems is an honest way to pick up a girl.
Hard to imagine, but the author of this book, clearly a smooth make-out artist, was once a shy and lonely guy just like the insecure reader who was looking for love in all the wrong places.
What he did was simple. He asked them how an ordinary guy like himself could pick up girls like themselves. Using their responses as the basis of his book Weber offered up the tricks of the trade of meeting women, self published the results, took out some ads in National Lampoon and Penthouse and went on to sell more than 3 million copies.
On the Prowl
According to the this guide-book to male entitlement culture, picking up girls is more than your right as a man. It’s an obligation.
Once on the prowl, show her nothing comes between you and her Calvins.
“If you’re serious. If you’re really serious about picking up women you should be working at it 24 hours a day. You’re going to have to think picking up. In short you’re going to have to be on the prowl, ever alert for even the slightest hint of a possible pick up.”
Stalking is not only not forbidden it is encouraged.
“If you see a good-looking girl in the lobby of a building, make sure you get on the same elevator as she does. When she gets off, follow her — even if it’s not your floor.”
“Next time you move in on a girl, think to yourself, ‘I’m doing her a favor.”
And naturally no doesn’t ever really mean no.
“Show her that nothing, neither her feigned look of disinterest nor the pack of girls she hangs around with, is going to stop you from having her.”
And now we come to the reason why gents can do all this. In the chapter called Born Talented which more aptly should be called Born Entitled, Weber comes to the heart of the matter.
“Whether you know it or not you already have one great thing going for you when it comes to picking up chicks. And that is, you’re a man.”
What’s so special about that? It puts you in the driver’s seat, that’s what.
As a man, its your right, your privilege to approach a woman any time you want. But women – they’ve got to sit there and wait.
If a man doesn’t have a date on Saturday night, that’s okay. He can still go out on the town – to a bar, a discotheque, a wild party.
But woman – alas poor woman – she can’t do anything but sit around and play canasta with the girls. If she does go out stag, she seems hard up, desperate.
Traditionally, a woman without a man is a tragic figure. But a man without a woman – now that’s a different story.
There’s something romantic about the devil-may-care bachelor who instead of making dull constricting dates weeks in advance, prefers to pick up his women wherever he happens to be at the moment.
Consequently, women are always a lot more anxious to land a man than a man is to land a woman. A woman is over the hill at 35. A dried up spinster with no romantic hopes. But a bachelor of 35 may just be coming into his own.
Keep this in mind the next time you find yourself shivering with fear at the thought of approaching a strange woman.
You are a man.
If she turns you down, you can try picking up another 2 seconds later. But she – she may have to wait 2 months for the next man to come along. Or even longer.
…That makes you a pretty precious commodity if you happen to have been lucky enough to have been born a man!
“So happy reading. And then happier hunting!”