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!
A will to *survive*. We also have a survival instinct which is distinct from our emotions. Emotions are a part of us, but they do not define us completely.
Have you heard about Jessica Valenti? She’s a canadian feminist who wants to ban robotic sex toys. He reasoning is that they’ll be used exclusively by men as a full time substitute for women. And so men will prefer robots as sexual partners and won’t be investing their time and energy in sexual relationships with women…………And so women won’t be able to get knocked up and this is somehow going to *oppress* women. But I see no reason why sexbots can’t be designed for intercourse with women and women can also have robot lovers that ultimately will be human like enough to satisfy our senses; but with no danger of unwanted pregnancy. Perhaps that is how robots will replace humans instead of robot armies hunting humans to extinction.
I thought you were going to run along and play in traffic on this beautiful Saturday afternoon?
@MSN
Haha guess who fails at reading comprehension? Valenti is American, not Canadian.
Also, who fails at research. You realize that the hypothetical act, the Human-Robot Personal Relationship Act, does not exist outside of MRA sites, right? Like, you realize that rationally, you could go to the Parliament website, search proposed acts of the last ten years for that, and it wouldn’t be there right?
More simply, you understand there is a difference between things that are true, and things that are not true, right?
Excuse me? Us two disagreeing over the existence of misandry, and you being wrong, does not make me a liar, it makes us people who disagree. I and others have substantiated our claims many times before. I’d recommend reading up on Warren Farrell, if you want an academic take.
I do, in point of actual fact, believe that the vile expectation for men to pay for dates is effectively expecting men to subsidize women’s livelihood, at least to a certain extent. It’s a meal, correct? And you need meals to live, correct? I rest my case. And this does not even account for the epidemic of younger women who hop from date to date in order to live off free food. That truly is subsidizing one’s livelihood.
Finally, the misandry of my teacher did indeed discourage me from pursuing a writing career. Would I have made it? I cannot be sure, but in point of fact, misandry was what ceased my progress.
Again, disagreeing with you does not make me a liar. Please, do not make yourself the jester’s fool.
Excuse me? Go rest your case somewhere else.
Ah, yes, the big bad executive with nothing better to today. It’s hard out there for a pimp.
I would give 10 to 1 odds that he read that one reddit article about the woman who dates for food on OKCupid and called that “an epidemic.”
Says the man who comes here reliably, day after day, to say stupid shit and be mocked for it.
damn ugh, you got an excuse me? and a jester’s fool in the same post. mikey’s got his pretentious rage hat screwed on tight today
Please stop whining about misandry and your teacher who derailed your brilliant writing career. Since you use words like “irregardless” and phrases like “jester’s fool,” I’d say she did the world a solid in discouraging you.
Also, you don’t NEED to go out to dinner. Shut up about paying on dates. Very few if any people are going on dates every night and have someone else picking up the tab.
Sadly, I think both were for Rutee. I only got a vile asshole.
for the millionth time, mikey, this is a pathetic excuse for not following your dreams. stop blaming women for things that are your fault.
Scharculese: and to think he said he couldn’t play today. Guess it’s not such a beautiful day after all wherever he is.
Actual writers know how to use the phrase “point of fact.” They also know what a fact is. I think we can know whether you would have made it as a writer.
write less shitty
Steele, you’re 27, you have a computer and obviously a lot of free time. What’s stopping to write now, misandry again?
Inventing facts out of wholecloth is the definition of being a liar, and you’ve been doing it XD
Farrell can’t get his shit published in academia because it’s poorly thought and factually wrong. He relies on private publishers because he doesn’t actually have something that can meet peer review. So academia is not on your side, unsurprisingly, because reality isn’t.
Paying for one particular meal or two a week, when they’re covering the rest, and could cover those two as well, isn’t really doing a whole lot to ‘subsidize their livelihood’. It’s just comping a meal or two.
Filing that under ‘shit that never happened’.
You have no talent. Telling you that is, if anything, doing you a favor, because it’s an honest evaluation of your ability.
*Hands on chin again* Tell me again how your professor is responsible for you not writing~
I notice you avoided the outright, obvious lies, like “I’M LEAVING”, and “My acquaintance is autistic” incidentally, rather than just playing fast and loose with the truth. You finally concede the sock puppetting, and that was a *series* of lies on its own. There’s you saying that David did a vile hack job on you, forcing you to be concerned for your life (Though I don’t doubt you were paranoid enough to be frightened*
that would cut too much into his e-stalking time
Lie1: Torvus Butthorn
Lie2: Steele
Lie3: David’s vile smear campaign
@Steele
You know that Warren Farrel’s ph d is in poli sci, right? He tries to hide it on all his book jackets by just saying he has “a ph d” full stop. He is literally less qualified to write about psychology or biology than a 2nd year psych undergrad.
It seems like it’d be hard to get, say, Wednesday lunch. And you’re not likely to ever get breakfast unless you sleep with people. (At which point you’re severely underpricing your sex work.)
Plus, what a waste of all your time! Spending every evening with a different person, putting on a calculated act so they’ll like you enough for another few dates, spending the rest of your time trying to hustle up dates–you won’t be able to have friends or hobbies! And you’re still going to have to work because none of this pays for your rent/utilities/clothing/etc.
Seems a whole lot easier to just go to the supermarket.
Cliff, in Steele’s world, no one ever goes to the store or cooks a dinner. It’s nothing but roving packs of women in restaurants, 24/7.
I’ve figured it out! Steele has the time to pursue two full-time professions and one part-time study program and a relationship and a home life and commenting on Manboobz because everything he writes is made up of stock-phrases he can access with a single key stroke. Sure, it means that emails he sends to his boss are full of “in actual point of fact”a and “excuse me?”s and “our vile competitors”s but he saves valuable keyboarding time!
given that mikey appears to be trying to fill his card in ’20-something white dude’ bingo, i would not be surprised to learn that he eats out almost every night, primarily at sports bars, and his kitchen is stocked exclusively with stale doritos, bud light, and hungry man dinners.
also half a handle of captain morgan’s and a bottle of rex goliath for when he’s trying to impress his semi-intelligent semi-attractive ladyfriends.
If he has Ramen, it’s almost certainly Maruchan. Because despite being such a ‘professional’, he has no taste and can’t spend a little more on Shin. Which Amazon even stocks conveniently, if you can shell out a bit more on food (We order it, but also have groceries for, you know, real food).
What does it say about me that I think Bud Light is the grossest thing on that list?