“Think about how amazing it would be if someone who possessed all the qualities of your ideal fantasy figure came into your life and seduced you. You would love it.”~Arden Leigh, A Weapon of Mass Seduction
All women have a fantasy object–a love/lust figure against which all men are measured. The figure might be modeled after a real-life male in that woman’s life (her father, a teacher, etc.), or be entirely cut from whole cloth (such as the male characters of any Harlequin romance novel); whatever the source, the point is that this is their ideal man–their Alpha–against which all men must compete. It is the reason why women are always ready to trade-up–women will always pursue their fantasy over reality, because reality always disappoints in some way or fashion. (Men are no different in that they have a fantasy love/lust object–but where they do differ is that they are not the gatekeepers of sex, and that limits their ability to trade-up in the same fashion as women.) This also works against women, because no fantasy figure (just as no Utopia) is a completely realizable thing: all men are changeable, and therefore flawed, and consequently are not able to measure up to an unchangeable ideal.
Game allows men to produce (or to fake) those characteristics that women look for in their fantasy figure, allowing women to indulge–however briefly–in their fantasy, and no woman is opposed to her own fantasy. What woman would, as Ms. Leigh points out, trade the excitement of a man who hit all the touchstones of her desire, when that is the very thing she is looking for? When women speak out against Game, what they are really doing is refusing to acknowledge that their fantasy is unachievable as a real-world condition–that Man is un-perfectible and flawed. But, then again, what is the alternative–constantly turning down the real for that which doesn’t–and can’t-exist? How many women have done just that, and hit the Wall–only to regret that which they have passed up? It is a classic example of the perfect being the enemy of the good.
God Lord–I think I just characterized Game as a public service.
Standard caveat: I am polishing off a few bottles of Bacardi left over from a party, and may be punching above my intellectual weight class on this.