Pretty. Stupid. Girls.
Feminism says there's no rules for women, and it's putting us in danger
The first time I set eyes on Lauren Southern, she was in the crush of a hostile crowd of LGBTQ activists, when a large They/Them emerged to dump a bottle of piss on her head.
She seemed to take it in stride, but I sat at my work computer, mouth agape at what I’d just watched, wondering, “Why the hell is that pretty girl there?”
Doesn’t she know that she is uniquely vulnerable, even in comparison with other women?
No. She didn’t know that. But she sure as shit found out.
Lauren Southern announced the release of her memoir last week by dropping a bombshell on Twitter: she was raped by Andrew Tate.1
She is far from the first to make such an accusation, and for those following the case, the M.O. was startlingly familiar.
I will not victim blame Lauren. Plenty have done that already. Some have likewise expressed doubt about her accusation—a hallmark of any he-said/she-said situation.
But the thing is, for Lauren, being alone with a known pimp (with a well-known fondness for choking bitches) wasn’t even the most dangerous thing she did. It burned her the worst, but that’s sheer luck. If you want to call it that.
Lauren, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Pretty Girl, spent her early 20s traveling internationally to cover world events, almost exclusively in the company of men. Far from your average live-streaming e-girl, Lauren was in the thick of Antifa riots, migrant trafficking, and the South African farm murders. She stood within striking distance of Islamists, taunting their faith (while wearing a tank top), seemingly thinking her camera or camera man would protect her. She slept where she could, at strangers’ houses sometimes. And even when they weren’t strangers, somehow there was always a toll in the hole lodging-wise.
In a now-deleted three-hour YouTube video detailing her career, Lauren described many of these events, which she seemed to view as simple personality flaws in the individual men, rather than a clear sign she should not be doing what she was doing.
Her every story cemented how much danger she was in. How rarely there were other women around her on jobs. And her sense of betrayal that the men in her company were not her full-time chivalric bodyguards.
And now we have her memoir, which I am only a quarter of the way through. It’s serviceable, if not a trifle defensive.
I’ll have to read it all to be sure, but I still don’t think she gets it.
The rules are different for you, Pretty Girl. Don’t you know that?
Pretty Girl “Privilege”
I’ve gone on record with my anger at the boomers for the way they have lied to three generations of girls. “Women are just as good, nay, BETTER than men at everything! We can do everything they can if only those mean ol’ scrotes would let us have a seat at the table.”
But we’re not just as good, are we? We’re certainly not as strong. We have a lot of limitations when it comes to roughing it for long periods of time. Our bodies aren’t as resilient.
And in most of the world, we are prey.
If I had to guess, Lauren probably looked up to Lara Logan, a hard-hitting reporter who frequently went into war-torn areas. Maybe she looks familiar to you.
Lara was covering the Arab Spring celebrations in Tahrir Square for CBS's "60 Minutes" on February 11, 2011, following President Mubarak's decision to step down. She and her team were surrounded by what CBS described as a mob of more than 200 people whipped into a frenzy. In the crush of the mob, Logan was separated from her crew. She was surrounded and sexually assaulted for 30 minutes by around 200 men in Tahrir Square before being rescued by a group of Egyptian women and soldiers.2
Lara was 39, a wife and mother. She was an experienced war correspondent with male crew AND male security. She was still targeted and still viciously attacked.
Because she was pretty.
And they knew there would be no punishment.
A blonde haired, blue eyed Pretty Girl is like blood in the water, and not just in the third world.
Despite the fact that Lara’s attack was well publicized, Lauren still plowed ahead with her exceptionally risky career. 2015-2018 was a violent time for a lot of right-wing personalities. Many were physically attacked, and some had their homes posted on the internet. Including Tommy Robinson (the Tommy Lauren alluded to in the book snippet).
When you look at the Right-Wing influencers of that time, they’re almost all men. And the few women there were stayed in their e-girl lane: livestreaming and maybe getting a guest spot on Fox News.
That’s not a dig, by the way. There’s a reason they stayed in talking-head mode. Women are not only physically weaker than men, we’re also more easily injured, and we heal more slowly.
We’re also more tempting targets.
All women have to be on their guard in unpredictable environments. All women have to understand their limitations in this world, and make decisions accordingly.
But you, Pretty Girl, have a burden that potato-faced ginger mids don’t:
You are being hunted.
Women Are Product. Blondes Are Premium.
Most of my readers are over the age of 35, so I hope I’m not the first to tell you this. But the smash hit movie Taken (2008) starring Liam Neeson, is firmly rooted in a reality.
Human trafficking exists. At scale. And there is a well-funded, well-protected network of men whose only purpose is to acquire, imprison, addict, control, and ultimately sell women.
Blondes and virgins fetch a premium price. And by premium, I mean hundreds of thousands or millions.
Remember her?
Natalee Holloway was an 18-year-old recent high school grad who vanished while on a class trip to Aruba in 2005. Joran Van Der Sloot, one of the local boys questioned by police, is currently in prison in Peru for the murder of a different girl. He’s never been charged for anything to do with Natalee, though he remains the only suspect.
He also told Fox News he sold Natalee into slavery for $10,000. He later recanted that, saying he'd made it up.
But did he?
It’s probable we’ll never know. Maybe he was just a psycho who killed her. Or maybe he targeted Natalee because he knew she would be a big payday.
Taken has been criticized by experts for its portrayal of high-end human trafficking operations. But not about their existence. The virgin auctions are real. And young blonde women and virgins fetch the highest price.3
So yeah, what happened in Taken happens in real life. Except…
The movie's depiction of trafficking by way of violent kidnapping. That’s not how they do it. Almost never.
Luring and grooming is a far easier and safer way to target victims.
Most girls are trafficked by someone they already know, a man who pretends to want to be her boyfriend. Sometimes with a female “wing man.”
As a note, Maggie Grace is a natural blonde. And I’m wondering if they dyed her hair brown specifically to avoid calling attention to the fact that blondes are most prized, fetch the highest price, and are most targeted.
The affluent American teenager Maggie Grace played in the movie definitely represents a small minority. Traffickers are much more likely to target the vulnerable: foster care, runaways, homeless, or drug addicts. There’s a steady supply of those. The ones to throw into the meat grinder and go back out for more.
We saw that in Taken. Where the girl who was NOT a virgin was discarded in a flop house, to be sold to a never-ending line of Johns.
The premium girls have a different nightmare waiting for them. And being loved and known is no protection for being in that unenviable minority.
Maybe that’s what Pretty Girls like Lauren think. “I’m famous. I’ll be missed. No one would dare kidnap me/kill me/rape me.”
And they’d be wrong.
I’m Begging You For Mercy
If you think being high profile protects you, think again. Maybe you remember that song “Mercy” from 2008, the one the pop stations played over and over again, and every movie and tv show with a girl-boss wahmen character used the song in their trailer.
Duffy is the Welsh singer who hit it big with that song. It spent five weeks at the top of the charts and became the third biggest selling track of the year. Her debut album, "Rockferry," won a Grammy and she sold 9 million copies globally.
She had another album in 2010, which wasn’t as well liked. Maybe that was why, when she disappeared in 2011, people didn’t think much of it.
Nor did they (minus her closest friends and family) even seem to notice when she resurfaced in 2015. It wasn’t until February 2020 when Duffy broke her silence about why she’d disappeared from public life. In a 3,600-word blog post, she provided details of what happened to her. She never called it trafficking, but let slip all the hallmarks:
"It was my birthday, I was drugged at a restaurant, I was drugged then for four weeks and travelled to a foreign country. I can't remember getting on the plane and came round in the back of a travelling vehicle. I was put into a hotel room and the perpetrator returned and raped me."
The perpetrator "made veiled confessions of wanting to kill me." Duffy felt that "if anything went wrong, I would be dead, and he would have killed me. I could not risk being mishandled or it being all over the news during my danger."4
The ordeal lasted four weeks, during which she was drugged, transported to another country unconscious, raped, and then returned home where the drugging continued for weeks. She never identified what country she was taken to, but she did say that she believed the police in this country would return her to her rapist if she attempted to escape.
Make of that what you will.
She also didn’t publicly identify her rapist and no charges have been filed, at least from what I can find. Even though she KNOWS EXACTLY WHO HE IS.
"I have told two female police officers, during different threatening incidents in the past decade, it is on record. The identity of the rapist should be only handled by the police, and that is between me and them."
She also mentioned that the only reason she came forward at all was because someone was blackmailing her, threatening to reveal her ordeal if she didn’t pay up. There is no indication the blackmailer has been brought to justice either.
The good money is that the blackmailer and the trafficker are the same person, or working for the same people.
Duffy’s case fits the definition of sex trafficking under international law, particularly given the cross-border nature, the use of drugs to maintain control, and the sexual exploitation.
The fact that it involved a high-profile celebrity specifically makes it terrifying, as it suggests a sophisticated criminal operation.
You know, the kind that can make you “commit suicide” if you get too chatty.
Being on TV won’t protect you. Winning a Grammy won’t protect you. And given what we’ve learned about Epstein, Diddy, and the whole rotten lot of them, it might even make the target on you bigger.
So what’s a Pretty Girl to do?
Actually No, You CAN’T Just Do Things
I’m not about to launch into a hysterical plea for all the Pretty Girls to be locked away for their own protection. Have no fear of that.
But I would prevail on the Pretty Girls to understand that the reason they think everyone is “nice” and that all people are the same—equally deserving of respect, trust, and kindness—is only because they ARE Pretty Girls.
Everyone is nicer and more accommodating to pretty people. Not just horny dudes looking to smash. All of us. We all love pretty people and pretty things. So your experiences are colored by that extra sprinkle of niceness you’ve gotten for your entire life.
But it’s not real. And you pretending it is actively makes you a target.
In addition to leaning into gender realism (we’re different, we’re weaker, and there should/must be spaces that are only for men that we do not traverse), I would beg all my girls, but especially the Pretty Girls, to make "judging a book by its cover” great again.
When you see a man coming toward you who is dressed like a thug, walks like a thug, and is eyeing you like a snack, you should not push through your discomfort and pretend to be unbothered. You certainly shouldn’t give him your phone number because he has swag. He’s bad. And he’ll hurt you.
When you see a crowd of violent communist protestors having a riot, you should not follow them so you can get some kick-ass footage. You certainly shouldn’t carry a big sign that you know will make them angry with you. They’re not “good people who are wrong.” They’re bad. And they’ll hurt you.
And when a pimp—however handsome and charming he may be—invites you to spend time with him for any reason (in public or in private btw), the answer should always be no.
Because there is such a thing as a bad person. Or a straight-up fucking monster.
Never forget you are the prize. You are a product. You are valuable. And when you’re dealing with certain types of people, that can be the worst thing in the world.
Make your decisions accordingly.
Allegedly. I do not know Lauren Southern at all. Nor am I personally acquainted with Andrew Tate or with anyone who would have first-hand information on their relationship or time spent together.
Bond, P. (2020, Apr 13). Former CBS News Reporter Lara Logan Recounts Gang Rape Ahead of New Series About Liberal Media Bias. Newsweek. https://www.newsweek.com/former-cbs-news-reporter-lara-logan-recounts-gang-rape-ahead-new-series-about-liberal-media-bias-1497219
UNODC (2025). Transnational Organized Crime. https://www.unodc.org/toc/en/crimes/human-trafficking.html
Santaflorentina, H. (2024). Singer Duffy Breaks 3-Year Social Media Silence After Detailing Rape and Kidnapping. E! Online. https://www.eonline.com/news/1398252/singer-duffy-breaks-3-year-social-media-silence-after-detailing-rape-and-kidnapping
This hits close to home. My country the UK is facing the reality of the true scale and horror of decades of abuse towards working class young girls and women. Pakistani men have/are raping and abusing tens of thousands over decades and those girls were groomed and sold like cattle between the various gangs. Then there's disturbing stories of flights coming into the country and landing at secluded airfields that are suspected of smuggling children into the country to feed to these gangs. How the country has not erupted into wholesale violence over it is beyond me because if that happened to my daughter, sister or nieces I'd burn the whole world down. The whole idiotic narrative pushed by Hollywood and feminists that women can go toe to toe with men in a fight has been immensly damaging. I'm sure there are cases where instead of running a women had the idea she could fight back to disastrous result.
I have a close family member that worked real life SVU for a couple years. Very heavy emotional stuff, every case was life shattering horror stories. She didn’t talk much about them at family gatherings but she did share something once which I never forgot:
Every single victim had that warning voice in their head telling them to get away, to cross the street, etc. Or to run. And these victims confessed they didn’t run because they didn’t want to look stupid, or paranoid, or silly. They didn’t want to think the thin veneer of civilization could be violated against them.
Throughout our whole lives that little voice has warned us of things, and every time we didn’t follow that warning we regretted it. Always listen to that warning, that instinct.
And for the love of Pete, don’t put yourself in stupid places at stupid times. I have always seen scantily clad women out and about by themselves late at night on a weekend as if the world had no wolves in it. And even though I live in a very safe area, I regularly see parents letting their eight or 10-year-old daughters, little blonde girls, walking to Walmart by themselves. It horrifies me as a father. It would only take a van 20 seconds to pull up next to them, yank them both inside, and never be seen again.