Via Will S, with a hat tip to David Collard and to Cecilia (Alte?) who wrote it.  Will found it in the Way back machine. But given the questions about logic going around the web, it is about time it is put out there again.

The original title has a double entendre, so here goes.

With my first boyfriend, I was a manga fan. We went to conventions. I read, watched, and discussed the topic in-depth. I swore that The Ghost in the Shell was the greatest movie ever even though I didn’t really understand it, and would sit and watch him draw for hours on end. With delight. I ate pizza and barbecue, drank iced tea and lemonade. I listened to ska and punk music, and learned that skateboarding is an art form.

After we broke up, I hated manga. I really don’t like manga, but it felt like I liked it when I was with him.

With my second boyfriend, I was convinced of the supremacy of Englishness with the exception of London, which was way too posh and foreign for my tastes — of course. I learned to drink my tea with lemon or milk, hot not cold a big change for a girl from Texas.

I watched Sky and BBC and spoke with a Midlands dialect. I drank ridiculously expensive whiskey, and learned to love cider. I danced to Moloko, Morcheeba, and Massive Attack. Germany seemed so backward, and we made plans to move to a real country, where people are civilized and have a dry, sarcastic wit.

I dropped the dialect after we broke up, but I still like my tea hot with milk.

With my husband, I’m different again. Bavaria is king. I’ve become quite accomplished in German baking and cookery, with an extensive library of antique cookbooks. We play Blur, Garbage, Maroon 5, and AC/DC on the stereo. I’ve discovered that the disco fox is superior to every other style of formal dance, barring a Vienna Waltz. Rather than being uncultured, Germans have by far the best literature. It is, after all, the land of Dichter und Denker, not some backwater of Island Monkeys like the UK. And who knew how excellent a beer can taste when served lukewarm with Brotzeit? I prefer chamomile, peppermint, or fruit tea over black tea, and have discovered the joys of irony and sardonicism.

Sound strange to you? Does it sound like I don’t have a personality? You have been fooled. I actually have a very strong personality. What we’re discussing now are mannerisms, habits, and opinions/dogma. These are things that women generally adopt from the people around them. Women more easily adopt such things, which is why they do better in school, and are assumed to have higher social abilities.

Perhaps women are this way so that they can more easily fit into their husband’s culture? And what would happen if a woman was stolen by a different tribe? A woman who couldn’t “adapt” and fit in, wouldn’t have survived or thrived for very long.With feminism, this paradigm was flipped on its head. Instead of women adjusting to a male-designed world, men were expected to adjust to fit to a woman-designed one. The experiment has been an unequivocal failure.

via Women are Empty Vessels « Traditional Marriage.

What Cecilia is doing is reflecting on how most smart women become genuinely interested in what their beloved is interested in. It cuts down the fights, and it means she knows what is on his mind. Throughout this, her personality comes out — she mentions dancing continuously, and talks about food — things which can change, because there is nothing wrong with ska, of the waltz, or sardonic humour, or british surrealistic jokes. Cecilia, in short, knows girl game. In fact, she had a tutorial on it, again from the wayback machine (the blog is dead, and this post is a little bit of cybernetic necromancy)

Identify your market

Forget sentimentality, romantic love, and soul-mates. The best way to get married is to identify the men who are in your ideal market for marriage, and to concentrate your attentions on those men. Anything else is a waste of your time.

There are exceptions, but generally speaking, your ideal marriage market man looks like this:

• between 25 and 35 years of age
• has finished his formal education (high school or college)
• has stable and sober employment — the duller his job, the better
• shares your race/ethnic group, social class, or both
• shares your religious beliefs
• has never been married before, and has no children
• is not a player
• comes from an intact family and has a decent relationship with his parents
• does not have a criminal record or abuse drugs or alcohol

Step 3: Tailor your product to the market

Once you have identified the men most likely to marry you, change yourself in order to appeal to such men. Does this mean that you have to give up your personality, and become someone you’re not? No, it means you need to acquire an outside that matches your inside, in order to attract the sort of man that you want. Think of yourself as selling a product. You’re not changing the product, you’re just tinkering with the packaging to entice your target customer and help him to recognize you for the potential-wife-material that you are. Men are generally looking for a woman who will complement them, not compete with them.

OK, Ceclia then goes through your appearance, grooming, house, car, habits and soul. It is well worth a read…

But she then gets to the final bit of Girl Game, choosing and keeping. Again, to quote her.

Choose one and marry him

This is arguably the hardest part. Women are easily distracted by alternatives, but remember that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

No man will fit your dream 100%. Aim for 80% and realize that all men will only fit 80%. This one is better looking, that one is smarter, that one is more charming, that one is wealthier, etc.

Do you find him attractive and enjoy his company? Does he smell nice? Does he seem like a decent kind of guy who means well with you? Did he not immediately try to hop into bed with you, and seems to be interested in you beyond the bedroom? Did he introduce you to his friends and family, and does he get along well-enough with yours? Does he go with you to church and want to have children?

Well, what are you waiting for? Marry him!