I have said that you really only need to do a few things to Be a Babe: Eat good food; get some exercise; and pay a little attention to dress and beautification. You can add to this list of course. Five years of ballet training helps, which is why upper-class mothers insisted on it. But, you have to start somewhere.

You can just Eat Good Food, and Get Some Exercise, and eventually you will probably arrive at Babedom. But, maybe you would like to get serious about it. You want to be Maximally Babealicious in Minimum Time.

In that case, I have a plan for you:

Six months of:

1. Raw Vegan diet. Mostly, this is fresh fruits.
2. Daily exercise.
3. an Herbal Cleasing course.

No makeup.

After all this, you can get a Beauty Makeover, focused on things like clothing and hairstyle. You might want to enlist a friend who is good at that sort of thing, or even hire a professional. Just let them play Barbie with your body. For one thing, you old clothes probably won’t fit anymore, so you will have to buy something new anyway. I would plan on No Makeup, since if you can Be a Babe with No Makeup, it is certainly not hard to be one with a little makeup. I think a lot of women these days just plain don’t know how to dress themselves properly, and need some help. You might be one of them.

There is some debate as to whether a Raw Vegan diet is a good course for the long term. But, since we are talking about only six months here, the long-term effects are not particularly relevant. Just do the six months, and then you can decide afterwards what you would like to do from then on.

Food is more important than exercise. It is best to have both, but you can get by with rather light exercise if you stay focused on keeping a Raw Vegan diet.

Some people want to debate things like diet forever. This is mostly because they would rather blahblah than actually eat fruit for six months, which does require some focus and attention. Nobody ever went from Fugly to Babe by debating. You can only get there with diet and exercise. So, stop debating and start eating your bananas and peaches.

After you have done the six-month program, as described, then you can talk about it. Probably, you will conclude that: “This is so easy, and so effective, that I pity all those who waste their time debating rather than producing results.”

1. Raw Vegan diet. You can learn about this elsewhere. Mostly, it means fresh fruit and vegetables, with vegetables mostly in the form of salads since they are raw. You can eat as much as you want, without calorie restriction. “Raw” means uncooked. “Vegan” means no animal products, including dairy or eggs or raw meats or fish. If it is not Raw or not Vegan, don’t put it in your mouth.
2. Daily exercise. This can be many things, from a beach volleyball league, to yoga, to ballroom dance, to tennis, to triathlon training, to mountain biking or snowboarding, to some combination of all of these. But, it means Every Day, which, in practice, is six days with an off day or recovery day. If you don’t know what you want to do, go to beachbodyondemand.com for some exercise videos.
3. Go to drnatura.com and do three months of their three-part Colonix program.

That’s it! You can say a lot about each of these things, but the important thing is to get started, and to keep with it for six months.

I admit, that six months on a program like this can seem daunting. It is actually not that hard, but it might seem hard, so that people never actually begin.

So, just start with one month. After one month, you can decide if you want to continue to a second month, with an eye to doing all six months if you can.

In practice, the first month is the hardest, and already by Week 4, you will notice that it gets considerably easier. After a month, you will say: “Well, I got through one month, so maybe I can do one more.” The second month will be a lot easier. After the second month, you will say: “That wasn’t so hard, so let’s go to three months.” After three months, you will be so accustomed to this way of life that the second three months will coast by on autopilot. So, just get the first month done.

One woman who knows all about Babedom, and also all about Eating Raw (although, in her case, not vegan), and exercising, is former supermodel Carol Alt. In her book Eating in the Raw, she says that, after a decade at the top of her game, she started eating a Raw Food diet. She found that she got better results, with less work, and no calorie restriction.

Carol Alt in 1980.

Carol Alt recently, Age 61. Minimal makeup.

If you do this, including the Beauty Makeover, you will probably end up in the Top 20% for your age group, no matter what sort of body type you have. That might be a lot of fun.

Maybe, along the way, you will “make some friends in the raw vegan community.”
That might be fun.

If you’re going to be a housewife, be a good one. Beats working!

Here again is Ava Gardner, in her own voice, singing about loving an ordinary guy named Bill. From Show Boat (1951).

I used to dream that I would discover
The perfect lover someday
I knew I’d recognize him if ever
He came ’round my way

I always used to fancy then
He’d be one of the god-like kind of men
With a giant brain and a noble head
Like the heroes bold in the books I’ve read

But along came Bill
Who’s not the type at all
You’d meet him on the street
And never notice him

His form and face
His manly grace
Are not the kind that you
Would find in a statue

And I can’t explain
It’s surely not his brain
That makes me thrill
I love him because he’s wonderful
Because he’s just my Bill

He can’t play golf or tennis or polo
Or sing a solo or row
He isn’t half as handsome
As dozens of men that I know

He isn’t tall or straight or slim
And he dresses far worse than Ted or Jim
And I can’t explain why he should be
Just the one, one man in the world for me

He’s just my Bill an ordinary man
He hasn’t got a thing that I can brag about
And yet to be upon his knee
So comfy and roomy seems natural to me

Oh, I can’t explain
It’s surely not his brain
That makes me thrill
I love him because he’s, I don’t know
Because he’s just my Bill

Although we might prefer Ava Gardner’s own voice on these tracks, audiences at the time apparently preferred Annette Warren’s voice.

Here’s Annette Warren’s voice, in the released movie.

From Hugh Fordin’s book “The World Of Entertainment!”:

Ava had made up her mind to sing her two numbers herself: no dubbing. Both songs, Can’t Help Lovin’ That Man” and “Bill,” not only require a voice but vocal skill of a high degree. Coaching her, Fdens knew from the very start that his efforts were in vain. Accompanying her at the piano, he recorded a test which turned out to be pale, thin and tentative. He decided to audition voice doubles: Marni Nixon, Anita Ellis, Carole Richards and Annette Warren. He found Warren’s singing voice best suited as a match for Gardner’s speaking voice.

When it came to the prerecordings Gardner still insisted on singing the songs herself. As a precaution a set of tracks was also made by Warren.

After a couple of weeks of screening the two scenes for a number of in- and outsiders, Annette Warren was called back to rerecord the songs, now to Gardner’s lip-synch. What ensued until after the production had closed was a kind of a parlor game. Warren’s tracks were in; Warren’s tracks were out. Gardner’s tracks were in, and then they were out; and so on and so forth, depending on the comment of whoever had seen the sequences last.

Before starting the dubbing of the picture, vocal director Lela Simone asked music director Roger Edens “And who is singing?” The answer was a not very enthusiasic: “Ava.”

The picture was previewed on March 22, 1951. The one change that was made afterward was that Gardner’s voice was out and Warren’s voice was in. At the second preview on April 3, the change had a very noticeable and positive effect on the audience.

When Simone asked and Jesse Kaye discussed the forthcoming soundtrack album he felt that for reasons of exploitation and sale Ava Gardner’s name on the cover would be an added plus. Simone took great pains in the dubbing of Gardner’s tracks, backing up her voice with the accompmaniments to make her sound more palatable.

Here’s legendary superbabe Ava Gardner (even today people call her the Most Beautiful Woman in the History of Hollywood) singing about loving one man for the rest of her days, from Show Boat (1951).

Ava Gardner was an actress, not a singer, which is why she was dubbed by Annette Warren. But, here is Gardner’s own singing, which is pretty good. Maybe, to our ears today, better.

From “Ava: My Story”

“Now, I can sing. I do not expect to be taken for Maria Callas, Ella Fitzgerald, or Lena Home, but I can carry a tune well enough for the likes of Artie Shaw to feel safe offering to put me in front of his orchestra. But since Julie’s two songs, “Bill” and “Can’t Help Loving That Man,” are so beloved by everyone, I decided to work as hard as I could to fit the bill. I even found this marvelous teacher, who’d worked with both Lena and Dorothy Dandridge, and we slaved away for several weeks and produced a test record of those two songs.

Then, rather nervously, I took my life into my hands and gave the record to Arthur Freed himself, God Almighty of musical productions. I don’t think the son of a bitch ever even listened to it He just put it on a shelf and delivered the usual studio ultimatum: “Now, listen, Ava, you can’t sing and you’re among professional singers.” So that settled that one.

Or did it? Because the singer they’d chosen to dub my singing had a high, rather tiny voice, totally inappropriate when it was paired with my own speaking voice. The studio spent thousands and thousands of dollars and used the full MGM orchestra trying to get this poor girl right. I mean, there was nothing wrong with her in the first place, except for the obvious fact that she wasn’t me.

Finally, they got Annette Warren, this gal who used to do a lot of my singing off-screen, and they substituted her voice for mine. So my Southern twang suddenly stops talking and her soprano starts singing – hell, what a mess.

When it came to the album version of the movie, things got even worse. Being a great fan of Lena’s, I had copied her phrasing, note for note, on my test record. So they took my record imitating Lena and put earphones on her so she could sing the songs copying me copying her.

But Metro soon found out that they couldn’t legally release the album with my name and image, as they called it, without my voice being part of the package. So then I used earphones to try to record my voice over her voice, which had been recorded over my voice imitating her. I did it note for note, they wiped Lena’s voice off the album, and the record was a success. That’s the way they worked in those days. And I still get goddamn royalties on the thing!”

Here we are in 2022, and apparently, for a married mother of three to actually get out of bed, and actually feed her family, is news.

This is apparently a disturbing development for feminist types, who also get up at 6am, and also make breakfast and clean, before heading off to work all day.

This “making breakfast” can get pretty Oppressive.

“Sometimes it’s scrambled eggs, some-times it’s an omelette for Phil,” she says. “I like to feed him properly and make sure he’s full until at least lunchtime. He can’t be powered just by toast.

“The older two children are fussy eaters so it’s never just something easy like cereal.

“It can mean sorting out a variety of different meals, like brioche and Marmite toast, pancakes and smoothies, to make sure they are all happy — but I’m willing to do it. It’s my job as a mum.”

There must be some Patriarchy or Toxic Masculinity in here somewhere.

But, the interesting part is farther down the article.

Despite going to an expensive private school in Ipswich — and getting 12 GCSEs including one A*, four As, five Bs and 2Cs — Bronte did not want a high-earning career.

Her decision to become a teen mother stunned many of her school friends, who now hold down big careers as lawyers and doctors.

“It broke my heart putting them into storage when I was about 12 but I felt, being in secondary school, I was too old to play with them.”

But becoming a mum was not all plain-sailing, because Bronte’s parents were disappointed with her.

She says: “I can’t lie, relations with my parents were tense for some time afterwards. They wanted me to go to university.

“But now we are in a good place and they dote on the children.” …

She says: “My parents paid a lot of money for me to go to private school with the assumption I’d go to uni.

“Being a mum was all I could think about. Something was missing until I had her.”

Bronte, who quit studying A levels in maths, biology, chemistry and IT after a few months, argues that people who belittle young mums are foolish because bringing up children is incredibly hard work.

She says: “Years ago if you hadn’t had a baby when you were 20, you were considered to be a spinster, but now it is the reverse. It takes a very intelligent person to bring up children. I wouldn’t consider a career that took me away from my family.

“There’s so many people relying on nannies but I want to be there for my children.

“I have really high standards. I would not be able to split myself in so many ways and also be there for the children.

“People say I am wasting myself, especially because I went to private school.

“But I simply take a relaxed approach to education. I don’t think university is the most important thing.”

She should have got married first before moving in with her future husband, and maybe finishing her high school education, but nevertheless, this sort of thing apparently is now one step from running off to join the circus.

I caution that women who want to wait until marriage (they are virgins), and who want to be stay-at-home mothers, should abandon the whole Feminist life track. Get married around Age 18, and start making some babies. She has three children at Age 29. Probably, you are going to have to find a man over 25, who can support a family, and who also wants to; and who is not too ugly, or mean. Which is already not such an easy thing. And you only have one year before you are 19.

So, I looked for dating sites and apps specifically for virgins (especially virgin women) to find a spouse for marriage, perhaps in a timeframe of about six months.

A search turned up two sites: YouAndMeArePure.com, and WeWaited.com.

Both were started around 2010-2011. Both no longer exist.

Here is a list of “Best Dating Sites for Serious Relationships” as of 2021.

#1 is Match.com.

#10 is Tinder, which tells you just how many dating sites/apps “for serious relationships” there are.

Part of the problem is “dating.” Dating is, actually, antithetical to getting married (“Courtship”), if you are planning to wait until marriage to get it on.

Waiting is not that big a deal, if you are only waiting for three or six months, from the time of first meeting — or, actually “courting” since you might have known someone all your life — until the wedding day. But, if you are “dating” in an open-ended fashion, it is not going to work.

So, it looks like what we need these days is not a “dating” website for virgins, but a “courting” website.

I think there are a lot of men, probably around Age 25-35, who might want to get a new car off the lot, rather than some ten-year-old rental car with 120,000 miles that everyone has taken for a ride around the block already. They would seriously consider marrying a virgin girl of perhaps 18 or 20, a few months after their first meeting.

What about virgin guys? That’s OK too, but mostly for younger men, perhaps also under 20. Basically, the “highschool sweetheart” scenario. Often societies make it possible for men to marry at such a young age. But, if a man is 25-35 when he gets married, which has always been common, then it is probably not necessary to expect that men are also virgins. Anyway, I don’t think our virgin girls would insist on it, although they are free to do so if they wish.

The reason for this is: previous sexual partners are far less problematic for men. Men tend to lose their pair-bonding tendencies over a much longer period, about 30 sexual partners. And, most men do not have this many sexual partners before they get married, even if they are 35, and especially in a society where most women are virgins at marriage. It was recently discovered that women retain the DNA (via semen) of all the men they have sex with. Nothing similar is known to happen to men. It is even hard to imagine how it might come about.

Some men do “burn out” their pair-bonding abilities. They tend to become nihilistic about women, who they see as interchangeable three-hole units to be used and discarded as appropriate. But, these men are rarely in the mood to marry, unless it is for money. Also, I think that even men who were libertines in the past, may come to a time when they are willing to undertake the building of a family, and are able to discipline themselves to that task, in a productive fashion. Anyway, if the 31yo Donald Trump (the age Trump was when he married 28yo Ivana Zelnickova) asked one of our 20yo virgin girls to marry him, they would probably say yes.

The main problem is actually finding such a girl. If you did find one, and you had a real life 18yo woman in front of you, with good character, from a good family, who could make a Good Wife and Mother of your children, who really was a virgin, and who might marry you if you asked, and who was also a total sex bomb, it wouldn’t be too hard to agree to that one.

What better option do you have, exactly?

This item on “The Culture of the Single Millennial” was good, although I think the situation is somewhat worse than presented here. That’s why I think that incremental changes won’t work, and people will have to basically do things completely differently.

Read: The Culture of the Single Millennial

One of the problems is: The goal is not just to get married, but to stay married, in a mutually beneficial and productive fashion, that is conducive to the successful raising of children. Most women figure out, around Age 28, that what they have been doing isn’t working; or, maybe they just got tired of it; or, maybe they are just being kicked off the Carousel against their wishes; or maybe they are Single Moms. This is the Epiphany Phase. The problem is, it is mostly too late for those women. Their bad habits and burned-out pair-bonding potential, in today’s context where divorce is too easy and rewards women, and under the constant influence of social media and their real-world acquaintances, tend to make them Bad Wives. Men are better off not marrying them.

“Wife up those worn-out Sluts, Hoes and Single Moms,” which was a common message from the Church and other Conservative pro-family corners in previous decades, has been proven to be a failed strategy. Finally, men have figured out what men in prior centuries always knew: You can’t make a Ho into a Housewife. This is now far more difficult even than it was then, due to today’s family courts. These girls are For The Streets.

27 was Not Too Old for Charlotte Lucas of Pride and Prejudice, who was from a good family and lived at her Father’s house. Presumably, she was a clean girl. But, today’s 27yo women are not like that.

A few women will reform themselves, and actually be Good Wives after their Epiphany Phase, from force of effort and following a good example, such as a book like Fascinating Womanhood, or Lori Alexander’s blog. But, this is a minority. Mostly, we will have to rely upon younger women, who will have to take the guidance of others since they do not yet have the experience to reach the Epiphany Phase on their own.

As most of society goes farther down the drain, I suspect there will be an increasing divide between those that take a stand with marriage and family, and those that do not. This may include arranged marriages, probably around Age 20-24 for women who, perhaps living at their father’s house, haven’t had much luck otherwise.

Contrary to today’s Disney Princess fantasies, most real princesses’ marriages were arranged. Also, they were something like mandatory. For normal people, arranged marriage was common, but not mandatory. Basically, the young couple had a veto.

Over at “The Women Sphere,” there is a course (basically, a book) offered on The Ethos of Womanhood. It might be pretty good.

https://thewomensphere.gumroad.com/l/hoRPH

Donna Reed, in It’s a Wonderful Life (1947), presents an idealized portrait of the loving wife and mother, who also happens to be a 10/10 girl all the way. In those days, women really did have four children before 30, and they really weren’t fat, and they really did dress well, without dressing like harlots. So, here we present, as a model for young married women, Donna Reed.