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As noted, women are hardly immune to game. In modern Western societies, the vast majority of women are not fully conscious of game, and it is predictable precious few approach reality about their own placement, or how it works at all. They participate in spite of themselves. However, even women know instinctively the whole issue of socio-sexual hierarchy for themselves is placement in a parallel structure. The problem for us is realizing women by their nature are in some ways less variable than men, yet in another sense are far more variable, forcing us to organize the hierarchy differently. I find there are fewer levels for them than for men when it comes to this particular model.

Savvy gamers will focus on getting what they want from women, but a part of what they seek is not the same bland thrill from each conquest, but the infinite variability each woman represents. Men are actually more predictable in one sense, because game is their way of handling the real world for this narrow interest of sexual conquest. But prediction requires a longer, more detailed list, which list is much more firm by the very nature of maleness. The whole model itself is a man’s model. This is more about understanding men and how they pursue their interests. It offers no justice to women, but it does answer a man’s questions. Understanding it will also help women decide how to escape this beast. What is offered is the reality of a broken, damaged world, but a good hard look at how it actually works. Never mind what ought to be, this is; this is how men with feral desires and sharp intellect run the world, at least in reference to human sexual behavior.

Men are wired to seek one thing: beauty. That quality can be broken down into two obvious factors. First is mere physical manifestation, as this is initially what gets a man’s attention. While physical appearance is the dominant factor, feminine arts can serve to move a gal up or down a notch. Feminine charisma is a thing unto itself, but it attaches itself firmly to the man’s perception of beauty. Both are a matter of taste. The second factor is relative value in terms of ownership. What does he gain in “owning” her? Aside from the question of preening his own status in the hierarchy, she must be able to perform the sexual function which a man’s instincts tell him is possible based on that cursory visual examination. Men are wired to equate “hot” with “good ride,” even as they realize more consciously this remains to be explored.

The paradox here is a genuine virgin seldom performs well. Virtually all of men’s sexual psychosis is wrapped up in the fantasy of forcefully seizing something before any other man can soil it, but while most men are probably willing to expend the time training their virginal brides, they aren’t so patient with casual encounters. So while a highly skillful and experienced woman has her place, she’s just a replacement for masturbation. That middle ground where most men prefer to operate — sex as recreation — places a premium on minimal experience. Not actual experience, since no one expects an honest accounting of that, but the mere perception of her sexual experience level. He can pretend he’ll be better, more memorable in her estimation than a small number of predecessors, but knows he’ll be lost in her mind when that number amounts to a herd. Some refer to this as the Slut Factor. Again, it’s not a matter of actual body counts, but reputation. Perception is reality.

These two factors alone will relegate females in any given social situation to three primary tiers, and a good deal of space below that. There is no useful distinction below the line. There are as many scales are their are men enunciating them and using them, but there seems poor consensus for how to apply a hierarchy below the first three. Individual men are seldom unanimous in their evaluation of all the women present for any particular social occasion, so the hierarchy remains quite fuzzy; the correlations of the female hierarchy are weaker than for the one men.

Naturally Tier One is the rare creature no one can ignore. Other women hate her, and every man wants her. A high Slut Factor can pull her off the top row, but she can get away with a lot more, for much the same reason Alphas do. Her ability to flirt artfully and portray herself as the greatest thing any man could ever hold is a significant factor, but being a One still means she has the physical assets. This is the woman with perfectly symmetrical facial features, big eyes, small nose, narrower mouth and chin, prominent cheekbones, smooth skin, and long flowing hair. Take note: Men universally prefer long hair. Every word otherwise on this subject is a lie; the data from genuine objective research, every time it has been tried, is overwhelming on this question.

While cultural and personal tastes vary in terms of relative slenderness, a balanced proportion is the most significant asset. Behavioral studies point out men are hard-wired to read balanced proportion as highly fertile. These women are hard-wired to take maximum advantage of whatever window of opportunity their Tier One status gives to capture a stable provider of resources for her nesting instincts, such as they may be. She is fully aware of her status, fully game aware, and will competitively ride the Alpha merry-go-round for all its worth. They tend to be less deluded about game, which is how they hold their status. Marriage is merely symbolic, and often serial. Many Ones have children, but genuine nest-building doesn’t seem to happen much.

Still in the competition are Tier Two women. For whatever reason, she doesn’t quite rate first notice among the rest of the women — perhaps less charisma, or something in the physical presentation is less than perfect. However, a major factor in many of these is simply the matter of game savvy. Few of them will acknowledge their own secondary ranking, but men are seldom confused about it. They’ll ride the Alpha merry-go-round, too, but the very nature of being Alpha means she’ll never get all of him, and certainly less of him than a One. If she comes to her senses early enough, she marries a Beta and finds other ways to compete. She gets her best deal from the Betas, but a surprising number miscalculate, and play too long, ending up with Deltas.

A disturbingly high number of Twos profess a belief in the cultural orthodoxy, even as they respond predictably to game. This would mark a Two as an accessory, a toy, not a keeper. Amusingly, the primary failing characteristic is the hyper-competitive behavior pattern which betrays some insecurity that doesn’t afflict the Ones. In this sense, a Two may be a One in every way except self-confidence. So while a One can sometimes be a bitch and get away with it, Twos have to be more careful or they fall quickly down the scale. Being a Two tends to be the most fragile status for any given woman because precious few are comfortable with it.

Tier Three is the bulk of female humanity. This is the girl next door. She may well be quite the physical specimen, even a perceptual virgin, but lacks the competitive instinct, or perhaps carries some star talent but lacks on looks. She arrives at her Three status simply because she isn’t in the running, for whatever reason, to capture an Alpha, and knows it. To the degree she games, it’s only brief forays answering the call of nature. On the other hand, Threes make the best wives in the long run because of that. It’s a totally different category from the first two tiers, for whom game is life itself.

Sub-Threes: It’s hard to classify the rest. It’s not that lesser women don’t get in the game, simply because some level participation is a mere matter of making oneself available. But no one in the game takes these lesser creatures seriously except losers from the male hierarchy. These are the ones most likely to work at enforcing cultural mythology. While a depressingly high percentage of them actually do gain positions of real power in society, they scatter along a featureless wasteland of socio-sexual failure. They may be variations on too slutty, physically repulsive, a shrill harpy, project a creepy vacuuming neediness, or a thousand other ways women disqualify themselves from a game they really want to play. These are most likely to benefit from avoiding the game. We won’t pursue that here, except to note there are gay women, too, but it’s hard to find useful measures of their numbers, either in bulk or as a proportion. Visit any social scene where gays dominate, and men vastly outnumber the women (in terms of biological identity).

The question of feminine physical beauty remains the greatest paradox in the Game Model, as far as men are concerned. Women tend to take advantage of their assets, but frankly all their efforts are not aimed at provoking men’s notice, but the envy of other women. It’s not about the man, but the other woman. It seems to define her existence on some level. Where there are no valid competitors, women tend to act far less feminine; there simply is no game for her. She becomes nothing more than the animated trophy of the victor among the competing males.

First, credit for the original research on this goes to Vox Day. What follows is simply a restatement of his hierarchy from a different perspective, a different range of experience and purpose. I have no interest in making anyone a better player. Game is a petty tyrant who bluffs his captive subjects about the limits of his jurisdiction. If we don’t draw an accurate map, you’ll never escape the slavery of the socio-sexual hierarchy.

As with all things regarding behavioral studies, what follows are mere correlations and associations, not precise definitions. They are generally accurate, but never exactly applicable to any single individual. There is a broad overlap in the socio-sexual roles and those of the wider social intercourse. The key to the game model is grasping the male roles. The fundamental element is the masculine sense of self-confidence. This is the controlling factor for everything else. Not in every detail, but in the broad generalities, this is how the game works. In all social situations, the entire race of humanity is hard-wired to test this item first and foremost. The strength of a man’s self-confidence is central to his placement in the game, the key to everything. Physical characteristics are significant, but secondary.

Early in human development, it may be difficult to tell much more than some incipient indicators of a boy’s self-confidence. Not in the details of where he shines, but the overall quality and strength of the thing itself. Those who hold a strong measure of it will differentiate into various roles in the socio-sexual hierarchy. Beyond puberty, the social structure brutally punishes any weakness in self-confidence. By the same token, self-confidence determines how thoroughly one can reject cultural orthodoxy and choose a more independent path.

Again, this is not a question of what is normative. The definition of winning depends entirely upon the social context. One’s status may shift from one social situation to the next, in part because humans tend to adjust their behavior pattern based on any number of internal and external factors. Thus, the hierarchy is both a matter of being and doing, of having an identity and of playing a limited role.

At the top of the hierarchy is the Alpha Male. In every social situation, there is always at least one Alpha Male. Most of the time it’s the same guy across numerous situations. He is thoroughly self-confident, and self-absorbed. However, this must be matched with an equal measure of genuine charisma. It’s not enough to believe you are awesome; everyone else must believe it, or you are not Alpha. The Alpha is always the center of attention, and knows it.

He is competitive in whatever he does, and ignores any endeavor he can’t dominate, because he knows his weaknesses. He’s the Homecoming King, the Captain of the Team, the Class President, the CEO; he is The Man. Naturally, all the women are drawn to him. That’s the way women are wired. They will compete for his attention and his favors, and he will take what amuses him for so long is it amuses him. His entire universe is measured in terms of how he can use it for his own self-gratification. In this, he is reliably the bad boy. His social type may also be the rebel, the troublemaker, the biggest problem for the system. But he gets away with it because the system cannot function without him.

In the company of each other, they are wary but offer grudging acknowledgment as equals.

The Alpha will never stand alone. He has to have a gang composed of Beta Male roles. Alpha and Beta are symbiotic; their relative roles are interdependent. Their charisma differs only in degree. They posses their own good dose of self-confidence and talent, and still do well with the ladies. They are the support system which maintains the Alpha’s identity, his enabler. They they celebrate his dominance, form his posse for adventures.

They have no illusions about women, don’t embrace cultural orthodoxy. They win in the game by catching the disillusioned beauties cast aside by the Alpha, typically marrying such trophies. Every system needs at least one Alpha, but in a very important sense, the Betas are the system.

And every system has to have sufficient human bulk to function. This is where we find the Delta Male — the normal guys, the average, the majority, the herd. No one has to tell them they can’t score with the finest ladies; they noticed that long ago. But they still harbor serious delusions about women, having absorbed some version of the cultural orthodoxy. These are the White Knights who worship women. They further delude themselves about their own weaknesses and insecurities. Their success with women is more often a case of stumbling into it. They are the marrying type, quite faithful and constantly looking over their shoulder if they happen to win a gal above their league. They are clueless about women’s wiring, obsessively catering to point of annoyance, offering little which actually excites. Obsessed with preserving something obscenely precious to them, they take none of the risks which women admire. They never seem to understand why their marriages are weak.

On the lower edges of the social structure we find the Gamma Male. These are invariably more intelligent or talented than Deltas in one way or another, but lack even the Delta measure of self-confidence, holding a jillion self-doubts. Get them together and they create wonders to behold. This is role where archetypal computer geeks live. Quite useful in the broader social landscape, but disconnected entirely from game. Alone, they have a perverse self-obsession, analyzing everything with a sexual nuance down to the minutest flicker of detail. In the rare instances women notice the Gamma at all, it’s to manipulate him into providing some favor, seldom reciprocating in any meaningful way. These guys waver a lot, because their unstable egos twist and turn with the winds of the moment. They tend to be bi-polar, either worshiping or hating women at any given moment.

In their desperation, they easily slip into fantasies of control, where they conquering their sexual fate. Soul mates and suitable female partners are even more rare than such men. Too many of Gammas will capture some unfortunate gal in a bad moment, and this brief taste of satisfaction becomes his religion, in that she can never escape until one of them is dead.

But it could be worse. In every social hierarchy there are the untouchables, the thin layer wackos who don’t need a failed romance to be dangerous. They bounce off society in toto from the outside. The question of self-confidence is simply non-applicable, because there is no social interaction. He is by definition entirely singular — the Omega Male is downright creepy. People of every description look for excuses to avoid him, should they think about him at all. Omega returns the favor, unless he is a misogynist murderer.

There are others outside mainstream socio-sexual hierarchy. Among them is the rare Sigma Male. Society rejects him because in some ways he rejected society first. He plays the broader social system successfully, but holds it in contempt. Game is truly just a game to him, with no real stakes. The system as a whole is nervous about Sigma; Alphas are downright hostile. It’s not that Sigmas are competitive with Alphas, but are the sort of visionaries no Alpha could ever be. Sigma could as easily break the entire system itself, if he cared. He can have whatever he wants from the game, and is in some way still in it, but most women annoy him.

And in every thread of human history, one always finds one other element, the Lambda Male. For whatever reason we might want to imagine, some men reject the entire socio-sexual system in the sense they prefer other males. This alternative system has its own rules and hierarchy, is highly social, excessively dynamic, and impossible to understand very well from the outside. We cannot ignore the basic human fact a great many men throughout history were frankly bisexual or even omni-sexual. The point here is the current Western world possesses a parallel society of gays, a society which is self-defining, and retains the prerogative of accepting or rejecting anyone, regardless of sexual orientation.

Again, it doesn’t matter what you believe you are, because the whole hierarchy is organic and self-organizing; no one person can truly change the game. It’s all a matter of how it reacts to your presence. Concerted effort to understand and practice another role can have some limited effect, but actually being some other kind of man within the hierarchy is quite rare. The most important step is frankly accepting your current reality, because that is the key to how you exit.