So, yeah, I’ve been reading some more Roosh.
Just a little FYI. It’s probably not a good idea to take dating advice from a dude who writes shit like this:
Your fuck funnel is the series of steps you take from the approach all the way to sex. Most girls will drop out as they go through your funnel by losing interest, declaring they have a boyfriend, flaking out, throwing up, or a multitude of other reasons that prevent sex. This means that for ever one girl you fuck, you have to approach a lot of girls. This is the basic law of averages, where no man fucks every girl he interacts with (even serial rapists have a failure rate).
Or this:
The best sex I’ve had was from mediocre girls who let me treat their bodies like garbage receptacles.
Or this:
I could probably have raw dog sex with 95% of all white girls, regardless of socioeconomic background. I only have met one girl that was super serious about using condoms, but I eventually fucked her without a condom too, so actually I change that to 100%. I could bang every white girl who lives in the United States without a condom if I desired, within three dates. I’m not kidding. I could do most of them raw dog on the same night. Here’s how to do it. ….
At this point our intrepid dating guru explains his clever Assange-esque (allegedly) method for convincing women to have sex with him sans condom, which involves repeatedly sticking his condomless penis into his dates until they stop resisting.
Note: He followed this post with another one about how terrified he was that he might have contracted HIV.
Oh, Roosh, is it entirely by coincidence that your name rhymes with “douche?”
Euro you remind me of every creep who ever creeped on me in a club. Once I’ve told you “no”, you have every right not to be punched in the face by me. I have every right to ask the bouncers to toss your ass.
Yes. Good looking women get hit on a lot. Its not a compliment. Its annoying, frustrating and sometimes (like the numerous times I’ve been sexually assaulted in bars) scary. I’m there to hang with my friends and enjoy myself, not to get your rocks off. I have literally watched dozens of men watch myself or a friend turn someone down and immediately walk up to make their play. Because some men can’t wrap their heads around why women might be at a bar other than to fuck them.
And that is precisely the reason I stopped going to clubs and bars.
Apart from the fact that he’s overly convinced of his “charm” one of the problems with Eurosabra posting here is that he’s obviously assuming that none of the people in this space have spent any time in bars and/or nightclubs.
Allow me to stand in solidarity with pillowinhell – getting hit on by dudes who won’t take no for an answer in nightclubs fucking sucks. And every time I want to go out dancing or to a show, I have to weigh how much I want to go out against the fact that I will at some point in the evening: be groped “accidentally”, be groped “deliberately”. and/or have to deal with some dipshit trying to run lame ass game on me.
I must be very lucky. I’ve never been groped or assaulted in a bar. But there was a guy who gave me his number (unsolicited), and when I said I wasn’t going to call him he threw a tantrum and shouted “Well I guess I’ll just jerk off, then!” But that was more funny than scary.
I got groped by a toddler at Disneyland once, though. I guess my bum was at his eye level. He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed. It was quite shocking!
Well, generally men won’t approach me. Apparently I have a helluva “don’t fuck with this bitch” face on whenever I’m in public. Every fucking time I get harrassed, its because I’m truly enjoying the moment (which is rare for me to do in public), or, I’m in a bar and some fuckhead has just the right amount of liquid courage.
I think I get the extra bonus groping because I’m tiny in most mens eyes. The place where I used to go to bars was aweful. Every fucking bar (except the trasheteria God I love that bar!) Was designed with the perv gauntlet. Essentially, there was always a bathroom next to a cordoned off part of the dance floor. And the men would line up the whole way along to the ladies room. Because we all know women who go to the loo are really just looking for a quicky amiright?
Plenty of men there learned to mind their feet ( tripping tipsy women is a great way to cop a feel apparently)and their hands in my presence, to the point where women I didn’t know would notice and ask me to escort them.
God I love the trasheteria!!! The ONLY bar I’ve ever been in where creepers were rarely seen and when sighted were swiftly and decisively dealt with. The only bar where I’ve felt completely comfortable walking in alone, having drinks and meeting people. And it closed….
So Euro… How many times does a woman have to send an admirer (blech) on his way for you to realize that perhaps SHE’S NOT THERE TO BE PICKED UP?
Cervantes: It wasn’t a strawman. You said lots of people agree with Roosh, and that supports his argument. That’s the ad populam fallacy.
If Roosh is wrong (he is) then like the Church denying Gallileo, it doesn’t matter how many people agree with him. Your blather about, “the supposed purity of women” is part of why he’s wrong. Men like to fuck. Women like to fuck. People like to fuck. Fucking isn’t a defilement when women do it. There is no, “purity” involved.
As someone who was a 22 year old (and an 18, 19, 20 year old) in cheap heels at the club not so long ago, Eurosabra creeps me the fuck out. He also reminds me of the men that drove me away from clubs, because my (totally sincere) love of dancing like some sort of startled goose was overwhelmed by my fear and disgust at being touched without my permission, and being expected to explain myself when I didn’t want to fuck somebody. Like the automatic setting when you approach a woman should be “yes, I’ll fuck you,” and if she says no she’s breaking the contract and had better have a good reason. If she doesn’t have a good enough reason in the approaching man’s opinion, or if she — gasp horror — refuses to supply a reason, well then she must be getting off on rejecting men. Otherwise she would follow the rules of the game and sleep with him because he asked.
Again, rejection is immediate, personal, and visceral, and some men treat it as a problem to be fixed by a modification of tactics and another iteration of the approach. That is wrong and wrong-headed. I know it’s wrong and wrong-headed, but I have to bite my tongue to prevent a follow-up question about what I could change.
I assume various bars missed having your business and regretted not being able to clean up their patrons and their atmosphere. Hopefully those men have corrected their behavior and learned better methods of approaching women. Obviously straight women who have such an abundance of unwanted approaches are also often approached by the men they want, and have no real understanding of near-constant romantic rejection, of having to be in the initiator’s role, and why one might have to play one’s romantic life as a bit of a numbers game. Enjoy life outside the clubs, you seem to prefer it, and to be temperamentally unsuited to the subculture.
Not oddly, PUA refers to the “gauntlet” as the “Line of Death” and emphasizes that leveraging a design choke-point to force women to engage with you is creepy, wrong, and counter-productive. The “counter-productive” part is what convinces some to drop it, not the other bits, sadly.
Women can and are rejected, too, Eurosabra. Just because you seem think women have a limitless stream of potential suitors doesn’t mean that is fact. I have been rejected many times. It is not fun. But it sounds to me like what you are doing isn’t working, so maybe it’s time to try something else.
Won’t someone please think of the poor, harassing scumbags? They have no choice but to ruin your night out!
And y’know, occasionally assault you but never mind that! Remember, this is about those poor, neglected Shyguys who could never, I say never! be expected to make any real positive changes in their lives.
Lie less blatantly.
Rutee,
Obviously, I talk to different PUAs, others whom Manboobzers don’t read on the web.
Right, the obvious reason for this is that after months and months of you defending the creepy bullshit in Game as necessary for the socially awkward or the shy or whatever group you are trying to hide behind to get pity, you just so happen to have been replaced with an alternate universe version of yourself who strives to keep Game uncreepy, and only speaks to uncreepy PUA who you promise exist.
Or you’re just lying blatantly to us.
Creeper is still here and still creeping? What, no clubs open on a Sunday night?
Lol. I am hilariously unsuited to a subculture where asking before grinding your crotch into someone’s ass is considered foolhardy, because she might say no, and she wants it anyway otherwise why would she have gone to the club? But I think the subculture is the problem, not me.
I’m too old for those places now anyway. I’d stick out. If I wanted to go to a club, I’d probably go to one of the many in town that require women to be 21 and men to be 25, and I’d probably not be assaulted as a matter of course, though I’d still be dealing with creepy bullshit. But that’s fucked up too. All the creeps head to the 18 clubs to take advantage of the inexperienced young women, and all the young women get experience with constant creeping and find different places to go. I’d stick out now, as I said, but a man 10 years older than me would not.
Also, lo-fucking-l at the notion that I don’t understand how it feels to experience romantic or sexual rejection.
I don’t think you could even manage to make “Game” uncreepy no matter what you do. The whole thing is based on the premise of having some sort of grand, well planned out hidden agenda to get women, and that’s just creepy full stop.
The subculture? You PUA assholes seem temperamentally unsuited to be out in public. Way to blame women for their gropings–god forbid a woman just wants to go out and dance and have fun, regardless of the dipshits out there. I know you think women don’t do anything that isn’t related to men. Fuck you.
Wow, this makes me feel really lucky that I don’t get much hassle when I go out. I do enjoy going out and dancing, sometimes even on my own, but apparently there are lots of PUAs lurking everywhere *sigh*
The subculture? Not so fucking sub. It’s an expression of the larger cultures more problematic problems with male/female relations. Going to a club is not an invitation to physical contact. Dressing provocatively isn’t an invitation to physical contact. Saying no means no; and the larger culture isn’t happy with that.
Clubs aren’t so much a subculture as a window to the underbelly of the larger culture; a place where the presence of alcohol and a more obvious expression of women liking sex is used by creeps and scumbags as an invitation to press on in ways which are, not strongly enough, discouraged in the larger community, because the women are asking for it, “as much.”
@RedLocker, Late to the party but um, i’m very sorry if i read that above correctly and you are dealing with a ton of bad feelings and depression; i do hope you can find a good resource to help you feel better, because you’re not a dick at all and i think you deserve to feel good about yourself 🙂 <3 !
Wait. I’m suppossed to put up with endless creepiness everywhere I go in public because men don’t notice that I sometimes get shot down by men I approach? Fuck that noise.
Yeah, the putdowns you guys hear are personal. Do you know why? Because being creeped on, or manipulated or forced to explain ourselves to every man who wants to fuck us has a very personal impact on our lives. Like not being able to hold a conversation with our friends without constant interruption. Like having men so persistant we have to hide in a bathroom and call friends to come get us because we’re being followed. Like being forced to leave bars we like and limit our social lives so we can somewhat limit the stress and unwanted advances. Also, so we can stay safer and not be seen as slutty sluts for having a good time with beer and friends should we be assaulted and try to report it.
@Red Locker,
It was more ” let me solve this with violence” issues on my part that led her to that, that I might beat down (or up) her rapist, because the crime crossed lines of religion in Israel, and I’m supposedly the powerful one, at least the member of the culturally dominant community. Blood feuds went on all the time, there is an old song ” Sarasnucha Ya Mohammed”. ” We castrated you, Mohammed.” It’s not really about the women at all, and the society is crap at helping survivors.