The Female Socio-Sexual Hierarchy

UPDATE: So, having received some feedback already, it seems that in my effort to try and make things clear I have apparently made it less so, so I present two shorter versions of the FSSH below, that stick to the cold facts without the longer explanations. Some people find these easier to grasp or at least easier to process, and the point is to be helpful, so… here it is:

Keep in mind that the WHOLE POINT of a SSH is for it to be able to make accurate predictions of human behaviour in any given situation. The Male SSH predicts male behaviour and my FSSH predicts female behaviour; not quite to the same level of accuracy that the male SSH does, but certainly at a probability that is correct comfortably over 50% of the time (I’d say at least in the region of 75% of the time and considerably higher when the women involved have average IQs). Here it is then:

The FSSH does not have a list of “types” like the Male SSH (yes, one a few autist complained there was no lists at all! Which I thought was obvious from the longer post below but whatever).

In fact, the FSSH is a dynamic cloud of probabilities within which each woman shifts up or down the pecking order depending on various factors.

Whatever those factors are, the effect on each woman can be approximately predicted by considering:

1. The situation itself
2. The relative 1-10 attractiveness of each woman in the interaction
3. The fact women process the world mostly according to their emotions and most important of all:
4. Women are essentially solipsistic to the point of their believing the universe is there to please them!

That is the shortest description I can make for the FSSH.

Another attempt is here below a bit longer than the above and then the original post below that.

The reality is that there isn’t so much a FSSH with various categories but rather more of a cloud of probabilities that is dynamically shifting at any given moment due to
1. Situationality
2. The relative attractiveness of the (female) participants on the 1-10 scale
3. The fact women operate mostly on their emotions and solipsism.
If one considers those points in any given scenario, he can make general predictions about the behaviour of each female in the group that will likely be correct more than 50% of the time. That, in a nutshell, is the cold reduction of my observations into a short post. But that tends to be difficult for the average man to grasp so I detailed it out with some examples in the much longer post below. If one is looking for a nomenclature like gamma, alpha etc I think that doesn’t exist as such for the FSSH, as it is always situational and relative to the other female participants.

Point 1 is the situation itself, which if you want to predict behaviour you need to process from HER (solipsistic and emotional) perspective.

To you, you’re having a cocktail party with your cool friends. But to HER, Jennifer might be a 9 (with her fake tits, bitch!) to her 8.5 and the stakes here are high and Jennifer (the bitch!) laughs at all your jokes and Brad, Jennifer’s husband is meek and quiet. So that Bitch is making eyes at you!

So when your wife behaves in a casually and uncharacteristically cold manner at Jennifer… or YOU, because you smiled at Jennifer! Twice! The dirty whore! You pig!

You can resolve the issue by praising your wife and making it obvious you love her.

Average man:
Uh… (quietly in the kitchen) honey… why you being such a bitch to Jennifer?
Result: female meltdown

In that situation, in case it wasn’t clear, Jennifer has the higher pecking order; at least until you act in a way that makes it clear you see no one but your wife, then your wife has the higher pecking order, especially since Brad is quiet and meek, meaning despite your wife’s 8.5 on the hot scale to Jennifer’s 9, she (your wife) scored the better male, and so she is now higher on the totem pole.

And now for the original post below.

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Vox, at Sigma Game, posted about the inscrutability of the Female Socio-Sexual Hierarchy, and I wanted to point out that it is not nearly as inscrutable as some may think.

I agree, of course, that any man that says he has totally figured out how women work is either crazy or —usually more often— a liar; of the PUA variety. Nevertheless, some things can be known, as Vox indeed pointed out regarding the fatness issue.

But I think we can figure out a lot more than that, at least in gross terms. The female socio-sexual hierarchy, (FSSH) is both simpler and more complex than the male one Vox has detailed (and isn’t that paradox typical of the females of the species!)

My version of the FSSH is a little like my own original version of the male SSH, which I had come up with long before I met or read anything at all by Vox; that is, it is more general and rough, nowhere near as detailed as his. I only had three categories: Alpha, Beta and Scout. Which compared to his equate to Alpha, everything else, and Sigma.

My reasoning was based on evolutionary biology, which in many respects is a kind of pseudo-science, a little like hypnosis. It’s not that it is all quackery, there are some very solid pieces of information in it, but it’s just that a lot of it is not clear what exactly it means, (at least to most people) or even, if it means anything at all (it does, but as I say, it is a complex subject). So it’s a mix between art and science. Given I tend to be more on the engineering side of the equation than the artistic one, my premise was simple and based purely in the practical aspects: Alphas are the movers and shakers in the social world of humanity. Betas is pretty much everyone else, and I did not bother to categorise them beyond noting which were loyal, reliable and mostly honest, and those who were not, because these were the only qualities that had any real meaning to me. Aside their quirks of personality or things they did or were good at or whatever, they were not really of any consequence. I considered Betas mostly like NPCs, some good, some bad, mostly just background noise. They are not and have never been anything dangerous. They can be annoying or helpful, but lions, even quiet ones, are not concerned with hyenas, or whatever. But I also reasoned that for mankind to move beyond small tribes of about 200 people each, some guys, and yes it had to be guys, must have had the scout skill, that is, the ability to infiltrate other groups different from his own not only without getting killed, but also being able to procreate with this other tribe.

That, especially in primitive societies) takes an uncommon level of chameleon-like quality, discarding of personal bias at the drop of a hat, and intelligence, and even then it’s risky business. I knew I was not Alpha material, because the trappings of social power, to me, are just that mostly: Trappings. With precious little to off-set that cost. And despite their social power I never feared Alphas. I kept an eye on them, because they could be dangerous if they got it into their head to make you an enemy of theirs, but no matter their level of social power, it never had any effect on me. And I could recount many times that my genuine absence of status-worship or “celebrity-dazzle” or even sometimes awareness of it altogether resulted in somewhat comical effects. Alphas on the other hand, tended to have an almost visceral and instant aversion to me. And I am certain it is because they could sense I was a potential danger. Making an enemy of a scout means the king might wake up with his throat slit, his wife having delivered the dagger to his assassin, and his throne usurped; not for the sake of power, but merely as securing the Scout’s best option for survival.

Vox detailed the various versions of what I called Betas in far more detail than I ever cared to, and that is a good thing of course. But I explained the above to make a parallel, because my version of the FSSH is going to be akin to my simple version of the Male SSH, it is not particularly detailed, nevertheless it is useful. Even very useful, given the apparent dearth of understanding I notice around me.

First of all you need to grasp that women do NOT operate on the basis of Logic. They operate on the basis of emotion. Which is the part that makes them difficult or even impossible to always predict. In short, this is the “complex” element of the FSSH that means a detailed breakdown of various “types” is probably impossible to do other than in the broadest terms, as you will see shortly.

Secondly, you need to understand that women operate as if the entire Universe is built and exists only and solely for them. If it rains when they want to wear a sundress, then she will be angry at the fickle and exasperating God that is DISOBEYING her needs!

If you think my two paragraphs up there are hyperbole, do yourself a favour, run with my model anyway and observe women around you for a while and you will see it’s a useful model all the same.

If you can appreciate the subtlety of the second point especially, that is, their intrinsic solipsism, you will also begin to understand that if the entire Universe is built exclusively for them, and everyone else in it is basically just an NPC that is the backdrop of the film in which she is the star, you begin to appreciate what her relationship not just to other people in general is, but more especially, to other women is; who, remember, are all the stars in their own mind of the film of life that everyone else is just an NPC in.

Now, imagine a giant film set in which every single woman in it believes she is the central character of the film. Regardless of if she is a fat ball of lard with a half-shaved head and blue hair, or a svelte supermodel with the entire works of Shakespeare, Milton and Keats committed to memory.

If you keep this image in mind, while the detailed actions of any one of these “starlets” may certainly surprise you from time to time, if not outright kill you (yes, it can, trust me…) you can probably make decent educated guesses at what kind of thing they may do or how they may react in any given situation that involves other women.

The fat balls of lard KNOW they are fat balls of lard, but they are the STAR, remember, and as such, the svelte looking supermodel with the hot-looking chiselled featured stud in tow is just another snooty bitch that thinks she is so great just because she is not a fattie, BUT… let’s not forget, the fattie is the STAR, so she will tell anyone who will listen how the supermodel is really quite dim, and she only gets any parts by spreading her legs wherever she goes, and the Brad Pitt lookalike is even dumber than she is and either being taken advantage of (if he is polite and kindly to fattie) or is just as mean, mercenary and stupid as the supermodel (if he tends to shun fattie).

On her side, the supermodel is quite happy to shower the fattie with obvious praise in public, because why should a STAR like herself even feel threatened by a frumpy ball of lard like fattie? Besides it makes everyone around her like even more! Supermodel looks, Brad Pitt lookalike on her arm AND she is kind to the unfortunates that look like fattie, and small animals. It all just makes her more of a STAR!

Now, what if fattie starts going to the gym and eating salads? Well, it’s fine at first, the supermodel might even compliment her, especially if fatties genetics mean it will be impossible for her to ever compete really with the supermodel, but there is a dangerous tipping point, where fattie, even if only a 6 in the looks department, especially if she keeps her head down, just gets on with it and behaves more reasonably and logically and gives everyone around her (men especially) their dues… well… guess what… many a man would rather spend a pleasant evening with a friendly and non-self-absorbed (well, for a woman, anyway) 6 than a vapid, or egomaniacal 9 who looks like a supermodel. And that pleasant evening might even stretch itself to an evening or ten of passion, and maybe even a lifetime.

Brad, might be getting sick of Angelina and her insane bullshit. Brad might begin to think that frumpy Janet who lost a lot of weight, looks after herself and acts at least 2 or 3 levels closer to sanity on the Universal Hot Crazy Matrix scale, might start to look attractive in more ways than just casual coffee on Fridays before shooting for the day starts. And Angelina can’t have THAT! So she will begin bringing doughnuts fried in lard and covered in sugar to those Friday meet-ups and make sure to offer them daily to Janet. By the way the Universal Hot Crazy Matrix also has a version for men, right at the end of the video, which takes about 20 seconds, and aside from accurate, it’s funny too, so watch it, even if you have seen it before.

Now, what confuses most men about this is that while the above is a perfect representation of the dynamics of the FSSH, the problem is that it is not as directly linear as the MSSH. And this is because women operate on emotions, not logic and objective reality.

And this also affects what I term their self-awareness level. So, if Angelia is having a fantastic day, she may even be nice to Janet and tell her genuinely that she really is making a good effort in her own life (which will still feel like condescending snobbery to Janet, regardless of actual intent in that moment), but if Angelia just had a fight with Brad, she will be a complete harpy to Janet, and vice-versa.

Those of you old enough to be familiar with the legendary video of the Universal Hot Crazy Matrix I linked to up there, or who just watched dit, may recall a very important point the man says, which in some ways is the most pivotal point of it all and goes something along these lines:

“Now it’s important to understand that any woman can appear or disappear from any one location on the chart and appear or disappear in another location of the chart, and it is only once you have a cluster of data points that you can approximately place her on the chart.”

And this is very much the same here.

And for those men that lament the emotions of women, allow me to point out that while it is true that no man will ever really understand women fully, there is a sliding scale and if you lament the emotions of women, you sir, are dimmer than most.

Let me paint you a picture of what women would be like if all you left them with was their ravenous solipsism. Their naked egomania if you like. Unmuted and unsoftened by their ever ephemeral states of mind. Just where do you think that “mythologies” like the Gorgons (Medusas), the harpies, and the demonic Succubi come from? And more fool you if you think such women are only the stuff of myth and legend.

So, be grateful, you foolish mortal, for the God-given emotions that rule their hearts and minds. Yes they can become like a storm in the high seas, but they can also become the calm waters of an idyllic lake whilst the hurricane of life rages all about you.

If you keep these two points in mind, that they are ruled by emotions and that these in turn are affected by their hormones far more than your hormones affect your own emotions, and that the central belief of every woman under the sun is that the entire Universe was created solely for her and her pleasure and happiness, then, you can truly begin to predict quite a lot of their behaviours.

You can even make broad generalisations that will fit vast categories of females.

For example, the good looking ones do tend to be higher on the crazy scale. Why? Think about it. Men will do almost anything to bed one of these women. They will lie, pretend, posture, spend stupid amounts of money, time and energy to impress them enough just so as to get their knickers off them and a taste of what lies beneath them. But most men are not like Ulysses (Odysseus) and do not have the mental fortitude to tie themselves to the mast of their ship so as not to be driven onto the rocks by the Siren’s song. So… when this vision of beauty gets into one of her “moods” they will fold to her will in a desperate attempt to please her, which will make her eventually resent and be disgusted by the weakness of such a man, or run from her in despair and fear or at least self-preservation, or attempt to weather the storm only to find their lives dashed on the rocks like so many sailors before them. And this pattern for a beautiful woman, especially if she is also intelligent and has at least a smattering of potential at doing logic, invariably embitters her towards men in general and certain attitudes or behaviours will also tend to set her off even when nothing underhanded is meant by them.

For example: the normal and natural tendency of every man alive under the sun to enjoy, want, think about, plan and act, pretty much throughout 90% of their day with a direct or indirect intention towards sex, will end up making her think all men are disgusting, sex-starved pigs. The damage done to her by these unfulfilling temporary relationships with sub-standard men, will naturally embitter her, because, without her natural appreciation as a woman, she will forget that while, yes, indeed we all are close enough to disgusting sex-starved pigs, the truth is also that if you have the right attitude, pigs are very intelligent, loving, fun animals to have around. Besides, if we don’t crucify you for being ego-mosters thinly veiled with a veneer of emotive camouflage, don’t begrudge our almost male praying mantis proclivity for wanting to mate with a creature that is far more likely to cut off and eat our head than we are theirs (at least emotionally speaking, certainly).

So, the damage caused to women’s souls, minds, hearts, by the men that are attracted to her but for whatever reasons end up being incompatible with her (almost always as a result of the man being a weaker specimen than his ancestors ever were) tends to make her indeed, more skittish, more egomaniacal when in one of her tantrums (justified or not), and overall more unpredictable and deadly for any man.

On the other hand, the sixes and five of life, those unfortunate ladies that just can’t compete in the looks department, will tend to be taken for granted, used and discarded by men as a second or third hand “prize” to merely salve the wounds received by the nines that shred their hearts to war-torn flags of despair.

As a result, when (or if) they finally snag a husband, that is, a man that will commit to them, they will either tend to gradually catapult all the resentment they accumulated over the years onto him (because remember the Universe has been unkind to her and the Universe must now PAY for this outrage, and if you married her, well, guess what, YOU are the central NPC that obviously must pay for it, since you too are just part of HER universe, you dolt!), or become so desperate in their fear that he will sooner or later leave them (because they simply don’t feel good enough) to either suffocate him with unrelenting jealousy, or smothering subservience to his every whim. Neither of which makes for an attractive quality to a man.

It is a rare woman indeed who is not a solipsistic ego-machine throughout most of her life, and if you find one… beware… as the man said, she might be a tranny, but even if not… she might actually be one of the worst of the lot; those Gorgons of supposed Myth: Female narcissists. The Medusae of life, are truly a beast forged in Hell, and with the ability to shape-shift before they slash your heart open while you sleep to feast on it like the vampire-succubi of death they really are.

Anyway, with those two simple pointers about emotions and solipsism in mind, you are forewarned at least 90% more than most men, who for the most part remain entirely clueless.

I will add two further pieces of advice that are also extremely valuable to keep in mind.

Women are as they are. If you are weak, stupid, and/or bitter enough to hate them for it, regardless of how you got there, then you too, are really, behaving in the same way as the woman who gets upset at, the weather being rainy when she wanted to wear a sundress, and who spoils the whole day for everyone around her too because of it. In short, you are NOT behaving like a man, but like some wimpy, pussified, emotional, effeminate, gay version of a “man”; that is, more like a woman. Look in the mirror and bitchslap yourself back to your senses.

Do you hate the sun for doing what it does? Or a snake for biting you if you step on it because you were not paying attention? Or a lion for eating you for the same quality of obliviousness? A lot of men do. And that’s because a lot of men fall into the category best expressed by Professor Cipolla: There are always more idiots around than you can possibly guess at.

So that’s the first suggestion. If you are bitter at women for being as they are, you are only making your own life more miserable. You might as well rage at the weather, or the sky for being blue.

The second suggestion is literally as old as the oracle at Delphi:

Man, know yourself.

It doesn’t matter what a woman is, harpy, narcissistic demon, sweet angel (of death and/or of life), or anything in between. If YOU know who YOU are, it doesn’t much matter what anyone does or says. You will act in accordance with who YOU are. That, has been the one saving grace I have had in my travels through the Odyssey of women I have lived through. And while Odysseus only took ten years to get back home, or if you count the siege of Troy too, twenty, my own journey was about twenty-eight years long before I landed in my metaphorical Ithaca.

I have probably made every mistake and survived every kind of female sea-monster that it is possible to survive, and if I did so it is only by the Grace of God and the fact that since a very, very, very, young age, I have always known right down to the molecular and atomic level of my DNA, who I am. And when you exist that way, they might kill you, they might break you, but they can’t bend you. And even if they break you, if they don’t kill you, you will rise from the ashes and be even more formidable after it.

I honestly think at least part of that is genetic. I come from a very long line of men that you could class as adventuring warriors with a code of honour. It is unbroken for at least some 820 years we can track the history of, and I see it in my own small son, so I cannot say that I am personally wholly responsible for it, but I am absolutely certain that I always did everything in my power, from even before the age of seven, that I could do, to deepen that sense of self, that knowing who I am, and therefore of knowing how I would react to any given situation even if I never even imagined it before.

Whatever happens, if you are the kind of man that is ready to die for his ideals, and not in a grand-showing of glory, but quietly and silently without anyone ever knowing you did so or why, and yet you would choose it still, then, my friend, perhaps not every woman will fall at your feet adoringly, but no matter what they do, you will survive it and not remain bitter; and you will be able to walk away even from Aphrodite herself, if she crosses certain lines, and the wrath of the gods be damned.