Roosh Valizadeh has made a career, such as it is, of teaching guys how to talk to women the Rooshy way. And not just how to talk to drunk women in clubs, where you’re lucky if they can even hear your clever negs over all the noise.
In his book Day Bang he sets forth his brilliant strategy for speaking to women in the daytime: start babbling to them about random crap like those slightly dotty elderly people who come up to you sometimes babbling about random crap.
No, really. You’re supposed to “open” with an “Elderly Opener” and segue seamlessly into “Elderly Chat,” taking your cues from the people who are the best at talking forever about nothing at all. “This is something old people excel at,” he writes.
They can have a one-hour chat stemming from an ice cream flavor because their life experience is so deep that they can seamlessly and casually connect it to a dozen other topics.
During the day I want you to think of yourself as a wandering, slightly confused old man who needs to gain information or knowledge. In my sock example, I played up that I was a style retard, incapable of buying a five-dollar pair of socks, when in reality I’m totally capable of making that decision.
And then – shazam! – you’re in like Flynn! Apparently women just melt for men who can’t figure out how to buy socks.
But it turns out that when there’s no possibility that the conversation will end with a bang, Roosh is far less interested in talking to women. Or at least in them talking back.
So much so that he’s not only banned women from commenting on his Return of Kings blog but, as of earlier this week, he’s also banning men who merely reply to women who happen to sneak past his anti-woman defenses and get in a comment or two before they’re banned. (He’s also banned “homos.” His term, not mine.)
Roosh’s announcement generated a good deal of discussion on RoK, mostly from supportive dudes glad that girls and talkers-to-girls are being thrown out of Roosh’s manly clubhouse.
Well, heck, that just means more women for me to talk to.
Excuse me, ladies, but I’m having trouble figuring out how these socks work. Do I put the delicious Pistachio ice cream in them before I put them on, or after?
Note: I really don’t want to give Roosh any traffc, but if you must, the link to his post is hidden somewhere in my post above. Thanks to MARK MINTER for alerting me to Roosh’s new policy.
He also never seems to take showers and seems to have been using his dad’s Axe spray in order to make people think he’s manly.
Lol, Kittehserf and hellkell…that was freaking priceless.
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@ justabrowngirl
I love your new avatar 😀
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Thanks fromafar2013, I have a thing for the hilarously misunderstood Invader Zim.
I like your new “easter egg hunt” policy of hiding links somewhere in your post. It’s fun.
I may need better hobbies.
This seems like the sort of theory of social interaction that one might come up with if one sat at home all day watching sit-com re-runs. I’m pretty sure the “confused old man trying to buy socks” story was inspired by The Simpsons:
“I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.”
I’m starting to think Roosh saw something nasty in the woodshed.
“There have always been Rooshes at Return of Kings!”
I wanted to read that last “Note” paragraph of the article, David. I really did.
But as soon as you asked that question about socks my anmal hormones kicked in and all I wanted to do was bang you.
Chaos Engineer,
I bet he also yells at clouds!
https://www.google.com/search?q=old+man+yells+at+cloud&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=mlciU97BEujQyAGTzIHQBg&sqi=2&ved=0CCQQsAQ&biw=1366&bih=599#facrc=0%3Bold%20man%20yells%20at%20cloud%20imgur&imgdii=_&imgrc=_
It should be noted that Marky “Mark” Minter and Roosh 5 are NO LONGER friendy buddies. Without further evidence, I’d say he’s just taking a jab at a mutual enemy rather than being totes reformed. Still the most adorable MRA.
http://manboobz.com/2013/07/29/is-mark-minter-misogynistic-marriage-mocker-really-getting-married/
Don’t you mean the anals?
Yes, I went there.
Cold Comfort Farm for the win!
Roosh probably fancies himself as Seth Starkadder. Trouble is he’s more like Urk.
Yeah, not a whole lot of mollocking going on in Rooshville, kitteh. It’s just unrelenting misery and grime, “There’ll be no butter in Polish jail!”
The idea of an “Elderly Opener” is a little weird. Does that involve peacocking in orthopedic velcro shoes and then escalating to the Bingo Location?
“There’ll be no butter in Hell” is one of my favourite lines from that film (I haven’t read the book). Never mind Gandalf, Amos Starkadder was Ian McKellen’s greatest moment. 😛
If the options are a. be slimed on by a PUA or b. play bingo with a nice friendly old man, I pick option b.
Come to think of it, Roosh and his mates are rather like Mr Mybug, who thinks a great chat-up line is “Do women have souls?” and seems to have a similar personal hygiene regime.
I have a theory. I think that the guys who are the “leaders” in the MRA movements are using their “followers.”
Think about it. Hate speech is used as a substitute – a very manipulative substitute – for substantive help with real issues. Instead of looking at what is really happening for some men, get ’em all stoked on hate…get ’em to send you money…get ’em angry and KEEP ’em angry.
And the really hurting guys fall for it.
What do the Fearless Leaders do with the money? They spend most of it, apparently, on themselves, while ramping up the hate speech so that the guys THINK something is happening…something that will help them… while said Fearless Leaders rake it in.
Seriously, I was reading some of what passes for social critique and supportive conversation on some of their websites. Nothing but name-calling and ranting about women…your classic hate speech. Then I was struck with something, and I am going to do a little research to see if I am right.
What I was struck with was a similarity to the speeches given by a certain, very famous man in the 1930’s and ’40’s…a man we all know and love as a profoundly hateful leader whose hate rants led directly to the deaths of millions. His chief speech-writer, a guy known as Josef Goebbels (sp?), was a wiz with the words. And if you read some of the hate and substitute the word “women” for the words “Jew,” “Jews,” “gypsys” etc., it begins to sound like…but, no….it couldn’t be…they’re dead! Aren’t they?
Guess a “good” idea never dies, eh? It would be fun if we all check it out, yes?
Bleah! My fingers are disgusted….
kittehserf – you’re spot on! Plus Mr. Mybug keeps claiming that all nineteen to twenty-four year old English girls are “frigid” and “inhibited” (which of course has nothing to do with him being a self-involved bore who talks about nothing but sex).
Do read the book – it’s hilarious and there’s a lot of little nuances that didn’t make it into the film. Totally agree that Sir Ian was magnificent as Amos Starkadder, though. Also loved Kate Beckinsale as Flora. It was very well cast.
Samantha – There’s a ton of money to be made pretending to solve people’s problems while actually perpetuating them. Nobody ever went broke telling people what they want to hear instead of what they need to hear.
Hate can be very addictive. It’s an easy way to feel superior, without doing the work of acquiring humility and undergoing painful self-reflection. It’s also an easy product to churn out in quantity, for anyone with a blog and total contempt for the English language. Trolling practically guarantees outrage, clicks, and Adsense revenue.
@Samantha
I understand the point you’re trying to get across, but I don’t think it’s right to compare the rhetoric of Josef Goebbels to the misogynistic authoritarianism of the men’s rights movement. Both the men’s rights movement’s misogyny and the effect of Goebbels’ anti-Semitic political activism have perpetuated oppression, but aside from that commonality they can’t be compared. Hopefully you will discover that via your research. Beyond that, it’s generally disrespectful to compare all sorts of things to the Holocaust.
Absolutely! Sometimes I think, however, that there is a political, power-oriented purpose for some of the Fearless Leaders. Using hate is not a new way to gain power and prestige as well as monetary goodies.
A number of years ago I watched a special on baboon behavior. The main threat to baboons is the leopard, and there is a special call that is given when one is spotted. When that happens, all the baboons gather around the alpha male. Well, the folk filming this saw a wonderful thing. The alpha male was aging and losing power, so he gave the leopard call. Sure enough, all the troop gathered around him and his power was assured…until the next time, anyway.
Point is, powerless men are using women, and the men who are our friends, as the leopards. And it is working. We are not the enemy, but we are perceived as being the enemy.
Now, if the men who really are hurting actually looked at their lives and healed them, Fearless Leaders would fade back into the primordial ooze out of which they came.
Silly me. I always did believe in unicorns…and fairy dust…:)
You have a point, and a good one. Sometimes, being an elder woman and remembering the bad old days, I can see a larger threat then there may be.
When I was younger, while women were not targeted for death, our deaths from things like botched abortions were splashed on the front pages of newspapers, with the obligatory “she got what she deserved” in the stories. And I knew strong, creative women signed up for lobotomies and electro-shock by husbands and fathers who “just wanted her to be content with her lot.”
I will admit that perhaps my language and comparisons are too strong, but I also lived through a mini-holocaust of women and it was not that long ago, historically speaking, when a church and a culture got so caught up in woman-hating that many were killed.
The Inquisition, like the Holocaust of WWII, was an ugly thing.
Had it not been for my foster parents in Chicago, I would have been, at age 17, one of the lobotomized. Since I was outspoken, creative and a feminist, my shrink thought that the procedure, along with a healthy round of electricity, would do much to “settle me down.”
So, I apologize for any offence and ask that you understand that offence was not my intent. I guess I still have a bit of the old fears left.
Samantha, that sounds terrifying. Internet hugs for living through that time and place, if you want them.
Samantha, can I just say that if you ever decide to write a book, I will buy it and read it the instant it comes out in stores, and encourage my whole family to do so. I would love to read about your experiences as a feminist in America throughout the years. I often find myself having to justify to people why feminism needs to exist, and I think your words might be able to say what a straightforward sociological explanation cannot.
My great grandmother was a feminist activist in Venezuela before the communist revolution, and our whole family is so proud of what little photographs and artifacts we have of that time of her life. Just little pieces of stationary, snapshots of her at events and newspaper clippings about protests she presumably marched in. It’s a shame so little of it survives, and if she had written a book, I would’ve been so happy to have it. I strongly encourage you to write your experiences down.
Thank you, and kindness and compassion are the best gifts the world and any single person can receive and give.
Buttercup – ewww, so Mr Mybug was even more a Roosh progenitor than I’d realised!
::hurl::
Now there’s a thought: I wonder if the book’s available as a download? Must investigate.