Recently, a nameless commenter here asked “What exactly is “rapey” about Pick Up Artistry?” The post below should help to answer that question.
Hey, fellas! Say you’ve applied some state of the art Pickup Artistry on some HB 10 (“hot babe 10”) and you’re about to add another notch to your “girls I’ve totally had sex with” belt – and she has the gall to tell you “no.” Should you be worried?
Pickup artist Roosh Valizedah (whom we were talking about just yesterday) says, er, no. Apparently “no” (when the word is uttered by a girl you are groping) is actually a variant of “yes.” Who knew?
While every feminist likes to repeat the phrase “No means no,” it depends on context. Here’s a guide:
“No” when you try to take off her jeans or shirt means… “You need to turn me on a lot more.”
“No” when you try to take off her bra means… “Try again in five minutes.”
“No” when you try to take off her panties means… “Don’t give up now!”
I find the only word that means no is “stop.” If you hear that word then she’ll be asking you to leave soon after.
So just filter out everything she says other than the word “stop” and you’ll be fine. Oh, and if she actually starts punching you, that’s also a clue that she doesn’t want to have sex with you.
For every rape accusation I’d want to know at what stage of undress the girl was at before the supposed rape happened. If she was completely naked until saying no, and got there voluntarily, then I’d be reluctant to charge the man with rape unless there were signs of violence.
Gals need to remember, Roosh explains, that once a man gets a boner he’s pretty much helpless. His innate biological drives require that he either have sex with you (if you’re willing) or rape you (if you are unwilling and remember to say “stop” as well as “no”).
Women need to understand that men aren’t robots who can suddenly stop at the drop of a dime with all that testosterone pumping through their system. Therefore it would be prudent for them not to enter situations where the average man can’t stop due to his innate weaknesses as an animal whose entire existence depends on him successfully mating.
If it gets to that point, Roosh advises the ladies, you should just try to enjoy the rape as best you can – like it’s some sort of carnival ride.
Every roller coaster has a point while chugging up that first hill where’s there’s no turning back and you just need to hang on for the ride. In other words, don’t let a man on your bed unless you’re trying to get it.
So, In Roosh’s world, woman who merely say “no” shouldn’t complain about being raped, and men are basically slavering beasts controlled by their penises. What a lovely view of the world!
It’s the lack of imagination that kills me. I pretty much am what Butthorn claims to be, and I would never in a million years use it as a beatstick, because it’s really not all it’s cracked up to be and isn’t nearly as difficult as they make it out.
Clearly the difficulty comes in (for him, at least) when you’re being an arsehole on the internet during work time and you need to avoid getting caught.
Excuse me? He has his foot firmly on the second rung of the ladder! Be impressed, damn it!
Exactly. It’s so dull. I’ll list my actual jobs at the moment. None glamorous or high paying, but certainly sound more interesting than ‘middle management’ (and I’m barely anonymous, this is all checkable). I a) test things for Google b) do gig promotion c) fundraising organisation/events management for various groups c) review gigs/books/etc. (great freebies in this, but Buttpole can’t write for
shitmisandry, so not something he could claim to do) d) write about social justice stuff for various websites and a couple of newspapers.And I’m only 22. Suck it, Steele.
You know, in point of actual fact, I’d note the inherent disconnect between the sneering disbelief at my station and the sneering denigration of said station as mediocre and unimpressive; easy to attain. I’d note that, but I would think it’s already painfully obvious to anyone with half a brain cell.
I cannot speak to the concept of the “white male corporate executive” as a stereotype. Perhaps, perhaps not. I can only look out for my own life. I also suppose the ‘type might become less apt if I specified exactly what it is that I do; however, I am not going to do that.
And with that, I have spent entirely too much time on this vile hateblog on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Rain check.
@Steele
We don’t disbelieve that you’re a businessman because it’s hard, we disbelieve it because, a week before you said you were a businessman you said you were a grad student.
We believed you the first time. It is actually impossible to believe you all the time, because you keep contradicting yourself.
This is quite possibly the dumbest thing I have ever read.
You’re puffing yourself up to try and impress us, but lack the imagination to come up with anything impressive to brag about. So where’s the disconnect you refer to?
I am a grad student; as I have said from the first, I take classes on the side.
Disingenuous, as always. Have you been taking lessons from Pecunium?
Of course! No one can lie about unimpressive achievements. Or at least that’s what my adult education instructor said before telling me I came second place in his polymer ceramics class!*
*This is a lie.
@Steele
So let’s add up your time here.
I have never met an executive who works less than 55 hours a week. However, you are actually an entrepreneur executive. Let’s charitably say that you work less than 90% of entrepreneurs and only do the 60 hours a week.
Now, let’s add in grad school. Let’s say you take one class at a time. With course work, a grad-level seminar will run you about 12 hours a week.
You comment on Manboobz about 10 hours a week.
You say you go out “often” with Ella. Let’s call it 8 hours a week.
You need 8 hours a night of sleep. You spend maybe three hours a day commuting, eating, cleaning, bathing, etc.
You’re at 174 hours, in a 168 hour week, and I haven’t even added in the free time you claim to have.
You’re a serial liar, and you expect us to believe you? Oh Steele, never change XD
Like I said, serial liar. XD
*Head resting on hands eagerly*
Go on.
@Steele
Keep in mind that at this rate it would take you 8 years to get a standard Master’s. and God help you if you’re going for a ph. d.
Also, why the change? You originally just said that you were a grad student; nothing about running your own business.
I know you think you’re being super sneaky, but it is really, really obvious that you’re making shit up.
@Steele, also I charitably calculated it as if being an entrepreneur and being an executive were the same job, when your actual statement was as I recall “I am an entrepreneur AND a successful businessman.” So your actual hour count, taking you at your word, would be in the 220s.
I wonder what Roosh suggests when the female in question says “Fuck off and die in a fire?”
My money’s on something like shift supervisor. Nothing even remotely important, but just enough petty authority to convince himself he’s a big deal. As for the grad student thing, well maybe, but God help whoever has to read his thesis if it’s as overwritten and under referenced as his internet writing.
Ugh – Thanks for dictating a detailed version of my schedule to me, despite having absolutely no clue what I do or how I make it work. Try again, please.
Rutee – Can you give an example? Aside from the Butthorn imbroglio, that is; remember, “serial” means “more than one”.
Vile assholes.
@Bodsworth
Lol! I can just see it now, his thesis committee rejecting the dissertation without comment, just sending it back stapled to a one page information leaflet entitled “What are footnotes? An undergrad’s guide to college writing.”
@Steele
Then let us know. How are you able to manage your own business, be an executive is someone else’s business, be a grad student, and spend 10 hours a week here and with your lady friend? What is your expected convocation date?
It’s funny how it is this kind of people who further stereotypes about men being stupid sex fiends who can’t control themselves while also ranting about how they are much more “logical” than those evil irrational women.
Or am I stretching your creativity too far on this one?
Also, seriously, everyone here knows you’re full of shit. And that’s okay. Go out and enjoy your day; stop throwing new lies after bad news.
*bad lies
Sure. There’s you saying that me and Cliff call for dudes to pay for everything for women ever, and misandry and yadayadayada, and we want ‘lifestyles subsidized’ because we’re cool with dudes on average paying for dates (Which are so the most expensive part of our lives) because women on average make less for the same work, and because women spend more on preparation for dates.
Whenever you claim *ANYTHING* is misandry, until you substantiate it (and you haven’t), you are a liar at this point. We’ve done a good end on our burden of proof!
Let’s see, there’s you saying that you’re ‘anti-racist’, before spewing a shit ton of racist shit. There’s you saying ‘misandry’ prevented you from being a writer (No, it’s your lack of talent). You lied that your acquaintance was autistic. You lied that you’re going to take a rain check (And have lied on a number of flounces besides)…
Saigyouji Yuyuko! Whee, touhou fans unite! Or not, but heeeeeeeee.