The female is completely egocentric, trapped inside herself, incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, or love, friendship, affection of tenderness. She is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. Her responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; her intelligence is a mere tool in the services of her drives and needs; she is incapable of mental passion, mental interaction; she can’t relate to anything other than her own physical sensations. She is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, she is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. She is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than the apes because, unlike the apes, she is capable of a large array of negative feelings — hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt — and moreover, she is aware of what she is and what she isn’t.
Although completely physical, the female is unfit even for escort service. Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few women have, she is, first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing off a piece, but instead is eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted in female nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling she attains is next to nothing; and third, she is not empathizing with her partner, but is obsessed with how she’s doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job. To call a woman an animal is to flatter her; she’s a machine, a walking sex toy. It’s often said that women use men. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure.
The girly-girls of today are weak little social parasites. A vast majority of internet females match this description with unnerving accuracy.