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.
NOTE: If you’re a Redditor (I won’t hold it against you), could you upvote this post here? It would be much appreciated.
Some guy, if you’re going to be David’s boss now, you better make him a good offer for salary and benefits. I think full health and two weeks vacation would be reasonable, considering all the on-call custom work you’re requesting.
@ostara321: My mother-in-law’s blue heeler mix keeps getting out of the fence. Either he’s pushing under the chain links, or he’s pushing at the gate until he can squeeze through. He never does it while he’s observed, in accordance with the Sixth Law of Thermodynamics viz. watched pots.
I love the way he keeps using ‘journalism’ as a club to beat David. Um, dude, have you ever taken any classes in journalistic ethics?
Seriously, some-guy. Have you? Because you seem mighty confused on the subject.
So…..I am actually supposed to be sad that misogynist fuckwads whose descriptions of sex range from unpleasurable for their partner to full-out donkey punching painful rape think that I am unattractive because of my weight and shape?
Oh do cry me a river at the injustice of having to look at me in public.
Do these guys also put on blinders when other men are around to avoid TEH GHEY, ya know, since looking at random people in public = all about their pantsfeels?
Journalistic ethics means that if some random stranger says “you’re not a real journalist unless you jump for me,” the only ethical answer is “how high?”
Right?
That’s why Dan Rather was able to win the gold medal for high vaulting all those years….
I feel I must also add that even if I wasn’t in a situation where I regularly have joyful, pleasurable sex with an awesome partner, masturbation and h-manga would still be preferrable to the kind of “sex” these douchehounds have to offer.
No sex ever > awful rapey neg sex
In ’92/’93 there was a little bit of a vacation rush on foreign men (not just Westerners, but left-over “Arab socialist brothers”, mainly Algerians and Palestinians) in Wroclaw and Poznan by Polish women who had learned French/German/English in their courses of study. I had the benefit of working with one of the Israeli government’s cultural initiatives with Polish Jewry at the time, and was warned away from Polish women because of the Palestinian-entanglement issues. My impression was that the women had been straightjacketed for a long time and were finally letting loose, there was an awful lot of dancing (and sex) going on.
Cliff, you totally win the internetz.
David, unionize! Unionize!
As the journalist presented the story, the moral was supposed to be “Good men, beware of evil foreign con artists who will suck your heart and your bank account dry!” I took it as, “Look! Two horrible people on different continents somehow managed to meet and get married!”
I know a guy who got a mail-order bride. He told my husband that he interviewed a couple of women but turned one down because she “seemed materialistic.”
Dude, these women are offering to marry you solely because you can get them out of poverty and into a wealthier country! Of course they’re “materialistic”! But good work choosing the one who was more successful at concealing it, I guess.
I also once found, at a library book sale, a self-published book that was just some guy’s 200-page rant about the evils of foreign women, with special emphasis on the mail-order bride who up and left him the minute she got her green card. I should have ponied up a quarter and bought it. It was amazing.
I only know these PUA guys through David’s posts, but as far as I can tell the main difference between Roissy and Roosh is that Roissy seems to have had sex at some point in his life (unfortunate, since his tactics are rapey and horrible). I’m 99% sure Roosh is just making shit up; look at any post where he tries to describe sex or the female anatomy.
I can believe that he’s been on lots of unsuccessful mail-order-bride and/or sex-tour trips to impoverished countries, though. I hope he at least did some sightseeing while he was there.
And buying it wouldn’t even have supported the publisher for publishing it! 😀
This is late, but seriously, LOL at truther.
1. Disagree that fatshaming and slutshaming is just some bullshit made up by misogynists.
2. Cite some bullshit on a misogynist’s website to say they deserve it.
Well done, truther. Well done.
On the subject of dogs being naughty, my brother’s corgi was left unsupervised for slightly under five minutes while my brother was outside. During that time, he managed to find and eat an entire family-size bag of Hershey’s kisses, including all their foil wrappers and most of the plastic bag.
He got his stomach pumped promptly and was perfectly fine, if indignant about the trip to the vet. I think the worst part is that his “best friend,” a Jack Russell whom my brother was pet-sitting at the time, had to get her stomach pumped too to be safe, though it turned out she hadn’t touched the chocolate. Some friend, to make you go to the vet and have tubes stuck down your throat when he was the one who misbehaved! (She seems to have forgiven him, though. They’re still buddies.)
Uh, he said that Elam and MRAs hadn’t actually accomplished anything because all they do is sit on their asses and complain online. Which is true for all but a tiny, tiny handful of them, and the only thing these “activists” seem to be doing now is putting up posters for avfm. The size of the readership doesn’t matter all that much when the readership doesn’t do anything in the real world. FWIW, Roosh has a MUCH bigger audience than AVFM, according to Alexa.
2004 was probably the watershed, because that was when Poland joined the European Union and suddenly the incentive to go to America pretty much evaporated – Britain was much cheaper to get to, didn’t require a green card or a visa, and they had full employment rights there without having to jump through any bureaucratic hoops.
So they came to Britain in droves (hilariously, the government predicted around 15,000 but the true figure was closer to 1.5 million), completely rewriting the stereotypes in the process – because so many of them were highly educated and/or qualified in manual trades like plumbing, “Polish” became synonymous with “surprisingly good quality given the low price”, and there was a recent controversy when some employers were caught advertising for staff exclusively in Polish, because they were much more reliable than the British.
(Surprisingly, this has been greeted without much of the usual tabloid outrage: the British have historically been far more tolerant of immigration from Poland than from most other nations because we generally feel that we behaved appallingly badly towards them during WWII – they fought heroically alongside us, and we repaid them by giving their country to Stalin).
I daresay there are a few Polish women out there who still dream of a knight in shining armor sweeping them off their feet and taking them to America, but I suspect the overall number has plunged through the floor. If I was American, it’s certainly not a scenario I’d rely on.
So I agree that Roosh is almost certainly peddling long-defunct stereotypes to his readers, either because he doesn’t know any better or because he cynically thinks that they don’t either. But I’m pretty sure he’s made them up regardless.
Roissy’s his idea of a source?!!! Have I got an inconvenient truth for him!
This “as a journalist” stuff is hilarious. I’m going to start talking like that all the time. “Hey mom, as a retired engineer, did you have a good week?” “Excuse me, but as the cashier in this store, would you be able to tell me the time?” “Hey kitty, as a cat, you should get your ass off the table.”
Many replies, no refutations. Par for the course.
Please carry on with your kitten gifs and such.
you would have to say something substantive before we could refute it, kiddo. or do you want us to ‘refute’ that your a dupe who bleats about anyone who doesn’t show complete fealty to a self-important creep?
“WWWWWHHHHHYYYYY ARE YOU BEING MEAN TO MY HERO. DON’T YOU KNOW HE HAS SEX. WITH WOMEN!”
a thing said by a dumb person trying to feel important
@Maniacal Goblinoid Nightmare Woman
“Poland is still culturally Catholic, and Ukraine’s Orthodox Christianity comes with some very similar baggage around sex and marriage (but with additional crowns).”
What baggage? Do you mean the baggage of loyalty? Abhorant to the feminist faith for sure. The evils of loyalty, Yuck.
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“This mix of guilt and rebellion that goes with earlier efforts at rejecting that kind of upbringing does bring about a slight tendency for people to deliberately shag arseholes as a one night thing.”
What guilt and rebellion? Is this a stereotype invented by the marxist left to demonize and ridicule? What else could it be? Rejecting the bad upbringing of the evil Christians no doubt. And of course to occasionally escape this bad upbringing, it’s shag time. Too bad you weren’t over there when the Bolsheviks slaughtered twenty million of those backward Christian peasants. Maybe with a little more encouragement, theyd’ve killed them all.
@Truth
You posted links to a misogynist ranting about shit that has no basis in reality.
Many people noted that this is what you did.
Point, refuted.
To save others trawling through your posts, this is the entirety of what you’ve written in this thread:
Post 1:
Post 2 (in reply to “Being called out for skeevy towards a person ≠ being insulted for body shape/having sex”):
Post 3: in response to the question “Care to explain how having sex or being overweight hurts society?”, you provided two links to that universally respected peer-reviewed source known as Château Heartiste.
“Refutation” seems to imply that you think you’ve posted something of genuine substance. I suspect I’m not alone in disagreeing with this.
It’s pretty hilarious that he thinks his idea of “Other people’s body types and what consenting adults choose to do with their time should be policed” needs to be refuted.
It’s like he came in here, said “The sky is red,” and claimed victory because we didn’t bother to link the studies showing otherwise.