Tighten that seat belt. It’s story time.
A few years back, I was working with a new client who had suffered many years of emotional abuse at the hands of his crazy BPD girlfriend.
Like most guys in this situation, he was hooked in like an addict and absolutely refused to leave her. Instead of chastising him for sticking around, I decided to help him as best I could and give him a fighting chance.
(You can’t really “win” with BPD’s. At best, you can hang in there longer and learn to sustain less emotional damage. But just like at a casino, if you continue to play you’ll eventually lose it all.)
On top of everything I was teaching him, I wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone.
And that’s what birthed the bright idea to write a controversial article for a famous (but now defunct) manosphere website, which many referred to as an “infamous misogynist blog.”
Let me give you some background info so this all makes sense…
Up until that time, I had somehow successfully (and luckily) grown my coaching business while still being relatively unknown in both the life coaching world and the PUA (pick up artist) world.
While I had many friends in the industry (some of whom coached for the biggest companies), I always stayed as far away from the spotlight as possible.
I have always valued my privacy above all else and never aspired to be famous in any way. And all was going swimmingly until I decided to write that article.
I knew that it needed to be controversial or it wouldn’t get any traction. So I decided to go all the way.
I wrote something like this:
“If you discover that you’re dating a BPD, run, don’t walk, to the nearest exit and get the F out dodge. These girls will absolutely destroy your life.”
“But since I know you’re not going to heed my warning, I’m going to share some tips for ‘handling’ them that will minimize the probability that they’ll steal your soul, at least for the time being.”
I explained how to best deal with their crazy behavior, while staying levelheaded all throughout the ups and downs and making them even more attracted to you over time (NOT a good thing, in this particular case, because the more they love you, the more they’ll want to hurt you).
Again, the article was purposely controversial. And it had the intended effect.
The comment section went crazy. Guys from all over the world shared their BPD experiences and how miserable they were. My client was thrilled to discover that he was far from alone.
Now when I said earlier I was “going all the way,” I was referring to something extremely reckless and stupid, in retrospect. Although, it sure seemed like a great idea at the time.
I decided to come out of the shadows by letting then publish the article under my real name, even though 90% of their content contributors used pseudonyms (for obvious reasons).
These guys were straight-up trolls of the 4-chan variety. And they took trolling to whole new level.
They started off taunting feminists on Facebook and Twitter, which led to them getting written about by sites like Jezebel.
Once they realized that calling feminists “fat” and “useless” would deliver an avalanche of traffic, they stepped their game up with articles like “Why Women Shouldn’t Be Allowed To Vote,” “The Intellectual Inferiority Of Women,” and “How to Spot A Raging Slut.”
And when the website hits kept coming, they got even more crazy.
Eventually, they started putting our sheer wackiness like “Why R*ape Should Be Legalized On Private Property.”
(Side note: Nobody was actually promoting r*ape, but the more over-the-top ridiculous their articles, the more money came in, so they kept steadily moving the needle.)
As you can imagine, this didn’t sit well with the feminists.
I don’t remember the timeline, but once they had all these women conspiring to get the site taken down, their days were numbered.
Eventually, the owner got publicly labeled as a rapist pickup coach who was teaching other men how to rape their way to higher notch counts.
Completely ludicrous, but the media never lets the truth get in the way of a good story.
Once the mainstream sites started noticing, women started protesting all over the world and he literally got banned from entering certain countries.
At the time, he was one of the most hated men in the world and had tens of thousands of eyeballs perusing every article on his site.
I guess it was a good thing I had written under a pseudonym like everyone else.
Whoops.
And that’s when I started getting flooded with negative reviews on all my social media properties, along with death threats in my inbox, mostly written by BPD girls who were outraged that I was teaching men how to deal with them.
I remember writing to the mods at 4am one night, soaked in a cold sweat and pleading with them to remove my name from the article.
But at the peak of the firestorm, they all went into exile and probably didn’t even notice the dozens of requests I sent. I remember seeing the main dude on the news, hiding out at his parents’ place with a huge, angry mob of maniacs banging down his front door.
The cops were called to come protect him. Headlines read: “Cops disperse angry crowd at prolific rap*ist’s mother’s house.”
And that’s when I learned how easy it is to ruin a business you spent 10 years building with just one dumb move.
But I guess the Lord heard my prayers, because a week later the mods took my name off the site and all the chaos quickly simmered down. Off the media went to find their next big villain.
Imminent disaster averted.
The moral of this one?
BPD girls are so toxic that just writing about them can potentially ruin your life.
Kinda like saying “Candyman” 5 times in the mirror.
(And I think it was also a sign that I need to stay hidden in the shadows. Bane has always been a huge inspiration, tbh.)
Anyhoo, if you didn’t take 10min yesterday to google the warning signs of BPD, please do this today. I don’t wanna say “you’ll thank me later” because I hope you’ll never need this info, but an astute gentleman is always prepared for the worst.
That’s a wrap. I have a new cutie coming over in a few. Hopefully she’ll be “bpd-free.”
Then again, my emails have been kinda boring lately. Maybe I need some excitement in my life.
There’s no ride like the BPD roller coaster. Puts Six Flags to shame.
This song comes to mind…
I’m tempted.
Ciao for now,
-Jay
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