Dunno how you “old farts” still bring up the patience to suffer them bimbos in actual person.

Your post on pig meat and Mulsims nailed it – knowing the true nature of a thing. If kept in a chilled environment, salted, with maple syrup, you have one of the most delicious foods on the planet. If you leave it out in the open for a few hours, without salting or preservation, you wind up with one of the most dangerous disease vectors which exists outside of an open sewer.

Men and women have asymmetrical interests which – in theory (and previously in practice) – can be aligned in such a way to produce maximum utility for both parties. In this present hot-house environment, however, women are like the pig meat left out in the sun. It is all but impossible for them to turn into bacon. They’re getting worse and more vile by the year, it’s palpable how much they’re degrading. My current standards for “top notch” have fallen to the point of:

1) Begs to lick my asshole
2) Loves to cook for me
3) Pays for 2/3rds of the dates
4) Is tolerable for ~6 months, before the hamster activates and she needs to go hypergamy somewhere else.

Quite obviously, you take precautions with such a woman; don’t let her too close, and eat your regular dose of antibiotics.

There remains a very slim possibility that there’s bacon out there somewhere, but chances are what you think is bacon is rotting pig meat, dressed up in a glaze.