Calling Cards of the Players

Hate to intellectualize some sex tropes, but maybe I will even romanticize them. Womanizers are the man’s version of a maneater. Post over. Just kidding, I haven’t beat the point to a pulp yet. I’d like to imagine there is something serene about these tropes we are missing, like something to admire about them, because oftentimes we fill a trope we don’t know the nuances to.

The womanizer is a type of man who is able to pursue multiple feminine sources and come out on top. They are better off in the matchmaking world than most of the other tropes, but the genuine, authentic types don’t take kindly to flattery. Those gentlemen who compliment a good woman are wasted in the bars and brothels. A good man is no womanizer, but that doesn’t stop men from the endless chase. The womanizer symbolizes the persistence of the man towards the woman.

A maneater is like an unstoppable force and it carries more weight than the modern girlboss. She wants to have men wrapped around her finger, and these kinds of women can be loyal too. The only problem is that they are always loyal to themselves first, as they should be. See, they develop a lot of social value around their traits and charisma. She knows what she wants and she knows ways to get it. When a man doesn’t play her game, she gets bored and finds new players. It really is those players that get caught.

So what can be learned in modern society and whether these tropes fit morally, effectively, and replicably? Well, there is something to be said about the effects they have on the rest of us. These tropes get down and dirty while most of us stay high and dry. Sometimes it takes a little elbow grease, and these two get things done, or at least get someone to do it for them. They win in efficacy, albeit it seems like the victims just get caught in a web they could have easily escaped from if the web didn’t look so tempting. And in terms of repeating their mistakes, should we? I leave that up to you to decide.