The New York Post has been compulsively covering a story of a NYPD police officer who killed his wife’s lover and then himself.
Alexandra Vanderheyden, the prize woman in question, is a fat trashbag woman. Today, the Post released pictures of her that their paparazzi took outside her home.
She looks like a homeless bag lady.
She was having sex with the thirstiest 20-year-old, the murder victim, Edward Wilkins.
Husband Sean Armstead tracked them down to a hotel where they were having sex and killed Wilkins.
This is the first time I’ve seen pictures of the woman. When I heard the story and saw the men involved, I thought she must have been something really special to drive these two men so mad. But no. She’s a literal trash hag creature.
She looks like a Jim Henson puppet.
Obviously, there is something more than jealousy going on when another man is having sex with your wife. This is a grave dishonor to a man – in theory.
But frankly, in current year, it is just a theory. When you have feminism, you don’t have any actual possession over your wife, and therefore your wife having sex with some other man isn’t really an insult to your honor. You can’t take this stuff too seriously.
People have given me crap for saying that I don’t think a woman cheating on her husband is a reason for a divorce, if you can prove she isn’t pregnant. Someone actually called me a boomer for that. But it’s boomers who still take a modern marriage so seriously that that they think it should follow the rules of like, Medieval marriage.
If there is no honor involved in the marriage – and there isn’t, regardless of what you think, it is an objective fact that there is no masculine honor in a marriage where you do not have physical possession of your wife – then what do you have to prove by getting all bent out of shape if the bitch is out slutting it up?
If you think you can get custody of the kids by leaving her after an affair (you probably can’t), then I can understand leaving her. I can’t understand getting emotional about it and imploding your own life over it.
People say I tell men not to get married – I’ve never even said that. Well, maybe I’ve said to avoid getting legally married, and instead do it only in the church without the paperwork as this puts you in a slightly better legal position. But I’ve never told men not to pursue women for pregnancy. What I have said, continually, is that if you do this you have to understand what you’re doing – you have to understand that this is really a joke. In a country that does not have laws protecting marriage in any way, you can’t have a real marriage. You can have a joke marriage. There is basically a 100% chance that if she doesn’t just divorce you outright, she is going to go have sex with other men. If you didn’t want that to happen, you shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place.
Obviously, it’s possible that she won’t divorce you and won’t even go around having sex with other men (or, more likely, that she’ll be respectful enough to you that she doesn’t make it obvious she’s having sex with other men). That may resemble a real marriage then. But it’s not.
The analogy here is this: you can play the Powerball for fun, without thinking you’re going to win. It’s just a hobby. Then if you do win, wow – what great luck. But you can’t then say “I worked for this money.” Just so, you can’t get married in this environment and then end up with no divorce or infidelity and claim “this is because I was so skilled at marriage.”
The bottom line is this: some bitch is not worth ruining your life over. She’s definitely not worth giving your life for. And you don’t have any honor in this society, because there is no social registry for male honor, and honor is an abstraction that can only exist in the context of a social agreement on honor.
Just don’t take that shit so seriously, man.