Men’s Rights Activists, I hate to have to break the news to you, but Roosh V, the rapey pickup guru I’ve been writing about a lot lately, is very disappointed in you and your so-called activism. In a sort-of followup to a post of his from several years back with the self-explanatory title “Men’s Rights Has Become A Euphemism For Sexual Loser,” Roosh lays into the “manginas” of the Men’s Rights movement, which he says isn’t really worthy of the name.
The biggest problem with MRAs is that they are not activists. They are pamphleteers. … They believe that one-thousand of them typing away and producing ten-thousand blog posts will change society. … [But] their movement hasn’t produced any results, only little online playgrounds where sad boys can sit in the sandbox and helplessly watch girls play with the cocky boys who understand the rules of the game.
He’s just getting going:
What political or social change have the men’s rights pamphleteers brought? Say MRP in one syllable. That’s the sound they make every time they sit down and hit publish on another one of their turd rants, giddy at the prospect of changing the world when a cup of strong coffee accomplishes more change to their actual turds. … They get the occasional snarky mention from Jezebel and think they’re accomplishing something when they’re actually being used as nothing more than fodder for female bemusement or page views … Even the feminists, their supposed mortal enemy, refuse to debate them on equal footing.
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they go back to mostly ignoring you, with occasional time-outs for laughter.
Our dear friend Paul Elam gets a little namecheck:
The entire men’s rights non-movement can be boiled down to one middle-aged man named Paul Elam who is carrying the weight of a thousand pamphleteers on his suffering shoulders. That’s not activism, that’s following one dude’s blog. The difference they think they’re making by cheering the public outing of false rape accusers or “male shamers” is the same difference my sister makes when she reads an article in Cosmo.
Aw. I don’t think Elam is really going to appreciate having his blog compared to Cosmo. Just keep telling yourself: Any publicity is good publicity.
But wait a minute, you might find yourself saying, isn’t Roosh just a blogger himself? What possible difference has he made for the men of the world?
Ah, but Roosh has anticipated this objection, and so sets out explicitly what makes him different, and better, than the “sad boys” of the MR(non)M: Roosh fucks ladies who aren’t fat.
As he puts it:
I take personal action and encourage other men to do the same.
At the same time I was complaining that American girls are fat, I was blasting inside Polish girls with perfect bodies. I tell men how to sleep with such women.
At the same time I was whining about divorce rape, I was dating a Ukrainian girl who treated me like a king. I tell other men where to find women like her.
In Ukraine, perhaps?
And while Roosh improves the lives of men with the power of his penis, he is also doing his part to rescue the economy from its doldrums:
At the same time I complain that the American economy is in trouble, I was completing another book I knew my readers would like so that I could increase my income.
That’s right, selling ebooks to make yourself some cash is apparently the highest form of activism.
But he’s not done:
At the same time I was ranting against the Skrillex haircut, I was banging a Lithuanian girl whose hair belonged in a Vidal Sassoon shampoo commercial. I tell men how feminine women are like.
We commend Roosh for his courage and his humility, and his humanity-bettering strategy of pressuring drunk women into bed. Soon the Skrillex haircut will be nothing more than a scary memory.
But Roosh isn’t done with the Men’s Rightsers just yet. While he sets out to better himself and his penis, Roosh complains, the Men’s Rightsers want everything handed to them on a government-issue silver platter,
hoping the government will one day serve their interests and give them things that me and my readers are achieving on their own. I don’t need the government to pass laws against alimony. I simply won’t marry in the USA. I don’t need the government to pass laws promoting fair child custody laws. I won’t impregnate an America girl. I don’t need the government to increase punishment for false rape accusers. I’ll cover my own back. I don’t need the government to ban trans fat to lower the weight of the population. I’ll go to Poland.
What a hero! He continues:
In the same breath they call me a pussy beggar, they beg the government for protection from pussy.
That line is strangely Kennedyesque in its eloquence: “Beg not for what pussy your government can protect your from … .”
Before winding up his inspiring little manifesto, Roosh manages to namecheck a certain middle-aged Men’s Rightser once again:
Instead of listening to Paul Elam tell me that men are getting fucked, I will step out of the house and find a girl who wants to get fucked by me. … [MRAs] use their illusionary movement as an excuse to sit on their ass and be a loser at life.
I guess we’ll just have to wait to see if Elam takes the bait.
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Maybe fat people having sex causes earthquakes?
No, wait, that was the boobs of slutty American women. Huh.
Maybe fat people having sex proves that everyone is having way more fun than unfuckable fatphobes, thus is terrible? That might be it…
I don’t know what I expected.
@aworldanonymous:
Hell, I’d settle for a source that had even one teeny-tiny ounce of humanity left in them. It’d be a big step up.
Maybe if you convince fat women to have low enough self esteem they might actually fuck you out of a need for approval? And maybe if you make women who’re not currently fat paranoid enough you’ll be able to get them to fuck you by hinting that you think they may someday become fat? I can’t help but suspect this is yet another version of the neg.
AIT, while being a creeper is something that is usually inherently harmful because most creepy behavior centers around ignoring boundaries and manipulation, being a “slut” or fat doesn’t actually hurt anyone or cross any boundaries. No, giving your penis a sad, is not an infringement on boundaries. And being fat isn’t a behavior. If I tried to “act skinny” I’d still be fat. Fat is a description, not an action.
I don’t doubt that Roosh gets some sex, maybe even a lot, but I do suspect a lot of exaggeration – possible self-delusion. I tend to think a lot of PUA stuff revolves around confirmation bias – “I was an ass to her and she still fucked me!” to them = “all women want to fuck assholes” rather than that maybe that particular woman likes assholes, or was just really horny and didn’t give a shit that he was a douchebag, or just wanted to see what a one night stand would be like and chose a guy she’d definitely never want to hear from again, or one of any other bajillion xyz reasons.
It’s funny to me too how they never seem to consider the women who reject them – I mean, I think even Roosh has admitted to having been rejected, so obviously all women DON’T go for the asshole PUAs, and yet…
On animals and chocolate, I’ve partly assumed that the reason one of my three childhood dogs didn’t die from all the chocolate she ate is because it was all milk chocolate (and possibly a magical, cast iron digestive tract). Twice, Heidi ate enough chocolate to kill and nothing happened except for some loose stool and bad gas. Once when we left for Easter Mass, we didn’t realize the fridge was open just a smidge (we had a lot of food in there for people coming over later) and that was all she needed to nose her way in and eat two solid chocolate bunnies the size of my then, 4 year old head. A few years later, she got some of my mom’s Christmas cookies, Peanut Blossoms, the kind that have the Hershey kiss in the center. She ate 23 cookies – we had 24 and we joked that she figured if she left one we wouldn’t notice. She lived to be 18. I’m not at all in any way saying chocolate for pets is ever a good idea, but somehow that dog was by far the outlier.
If a fat woman has sex, and there aren’t any haters around to see it, does it still destroy society?
/deep-thoughts
@Ostara — tolerance for chocolate is also heavily related to size. The larger the dog, the easier they’re tolerate small amounts. I’m going to assume at least a medium-sized Heidi?
Man, if the conversation’s going to that level, Imma need the really good weed. 😛
howardbann1ster wrote in response to some boring guy: “Yep. With a “You’re Welcome.” As if he did us a big favor by letting us know what a garbage-brain full of un-facts he’s found.”
But he did in a way. Rarely do our trolls so clearly self-identify as complete twits.
“Thanks, half-pint. You just saved me a lot of investigative work!”
You know, Roissy’s combination of floridly pretentious writing style and complete lack of content would make a lot more sense if he smokes massive amounts of weed. Though I’d be rather confused by how he manages to retain so much malice.
This is someone who has written a post looking for credit for a list of places his peemus has been.
What an odd fellow.
David,
Thanks for getting back to me on that.
My personal, very limited observation, experience is that PUA and MRA is actually very disjoint. And while you may think they each have bad ideas about women, they are actually very separate bad ideas.
Also, the statements you present re: size of MRA community demonstrates that you have reason to believe Roosh V is very much wrong about his statements towards Elam and MRAs. As a journalist, perhaps you should have made that clear, that your understanding of the situation demonstrates that Roosh V is full of it.
@howard, yeah, Heidi was bigger, a basset-springer spaniel mix (basset body, springer markings). And she was pretty as well – at one point I think upwards of 80 lbs. I’ve been told as well that mutts generally tend to live longer and have stronger constitutions. Which could be true, I mean, my current mix ate half a bottle of advil and after a LOT of vomiting, a trip to the ER vet and some charcoal, she was mostly fine, just had bad gas, loose stool and some very stinky urine for a few days.
I feel like all these pet calamities makes me and my family sound like bad dog owners :(, but I swear the advil was in the bathroom (which we’d closed the door to) on a shelf we’d presumed to be out of reach. She opened the door (we found out later that the latch was wonky – if you pushed hard enough, the door would just open without turning the knob), climbed up on the toilet and chewed through the childproof bottle to eat the advil. She is not a dog who is easily deterred from whatever mischief she sets her mind to. Which is why we crate her now.
I wouldn’t be so quick to discount AIT’s links.
I mean, stick men drawn half-arsedly in Paint, with squished tomatos/mini bagettes for penises (obviously he’s got very good attention to detail, seeing as they’re also lovingly coloured)?
Genius.
Oh, are we talking about dogs being naughty and determined to get into stuff now? Sounds much more fun than talking to some bored guy.
They’re talking about Roosh’s post over at AVfM now, at their newest rant about Mary Kellet
They claim they don’t care what he said, but they sure do take out the time to explain why they think Roosh is wrong. Ha ha ha ha. It’s funny to see them arguing back and forth.
David’s perfectly capable of defending himself, of course.
And your personal, very limited observation that they are “disjoint” trumps David’s understanding/observation, does it? You can agree or disagree with David as it suits you, but you don’t get to say that David’s conversation about this set of facts should be limited to a much smaller set of facts.
Demonstrate that their bad ideas about women are in fact very separate bad ideas. “Women are sluts” isn’t that different from “women are sluts who’ll put out if you know the password.”
Any straw to beat David with, is that it?
If you’re really that bored, why are you still here? The sun may be shining where you are (it’s kind of murky here) and surely there’s something more interesting for you to do, if you’re that bored.
it’s ‘misogyny, i mock it’ not ‘misogyny, i suss out the nuances in various flavors of it’
you don’t like getting lumped in with roosh? then stop being a hateful creep. don’t whine to david about it.
When I was a kid, we had a cat who LOVED Oreos. Seriously, you would get out the cookie jar and he would beg for one. He only got one or two a year, cause we knew they were bad for him. But when he did get one, he was in heaven. He’d eat the whole thing, outside and all.
Seriously, why the fuck should David do all this spelling out for you? If you don’t buy his “schtick” leave. He doesn’t owe you anything.
I’m all for talking about naughty pets, instead. I’m bored with someguy’s schtick. That husky is awesome! I think it’s something my boxer-gremlin mix could figure out. When we first started crating her she figured out how to get out of the crate two different ways. One, by pushing so hard against the seams so that it would come apart enough for her to slip through (a la a dog slipping under a chain link fence) and then via nudging the latches so they’d come undone. We had to put metal ties on each of the edges and where the latches come together. Smart dog is entirely too smart for her own good.
imo it should matter whether or not their ideas are separate. their hateful shit isnt any less hateful because there are different kinds of it. bored guy is just doing some sort of reverse guilt-by-association arglebargle because he lazily conflates things in his head and doesnt understand that not everybody does
Roosh the Doosh is actually correct about MRAs. You humans are so silly and ridonkuluous that it makes me laugh even though I’m a cat and cats aren’t into humor cuz we’re not social animals. MRAs: You could learn a lot from your local tomcat!
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*shouldnt matter
David, you didn’t mention your stance on Bert v. Ernie in your post! Your arguments therefore suffer, and you should seriously consider revising your post, if not your opinions, to better agree with my established facts!