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It’s not exactly news that the slimeball pickup artists I write about on this blog have a bit of a double standard when it comes to sexuality. What is still surprising to me, even after years of reading these guys, is just how much they hate women for sleeping with guys like them.
For proof, look no further than the latest blog post by Roosh Valizadeh, an utterly appalling slice of misogyny that’s terrible even by Roosh’s low standards.
After a weirdly obtuse “critique” of a video by Swedish pop star Tove Lo – Roosh has a little trouble telling the difference between the singer and the depressed, self-destructive hedonist she portrays in her video – he launches into a vicious tirade against “the current generation of women” that seems driven as much by his own sexual insecurities and self-hatred as it is by hatred of women.
Roosh – a man who moved to Eastern Europe in pursuit of casual sex, a man who makes his living teaching men his dubious pickup techniques – starts off by denouncing women for indulging their own sexual desires with multiple men.
This sluttification of women, which Tove Lo’s catchy song conveys as normal and even fun, is part of a culture where every man who seeks serious relationships with women is a soft cuckold, because he’s the last man in a 30-man gangbang trying to give tender kisses on the lips and labia of a woman who has been rode hard and defiled for years.
That’s right: Roosh evidently thinks every woman who has sex with a man other than him is thereby “cuckolding” him.
How can any man who approaches a girl today see her as more than a cum bucket? Because let’s be real: she has been serving as a cum bucket thanks to a perverse culture that methodically trains and encourages her to take buckets of cum from men who make her vagina tingle, all as a way to help her “grow” as a person, find herself, and become strong and independent, which means not sobbing for more than a day when the latest bad boy she fell for turned out to be a selfish person who didn’t value her beyond the sexual.
What makes this especially creepy isn’t just the double standard; it’s that this is Roosh’s opinion of the women he spends his entire life trying to get into bed.
This is the girl who’s going to be your lifelong faithful partner? The girl who’s going to be the mother of your children?
Wait. So Roosh is telling us that after a few years of riding the vagina carousel, as it were, Roosh wants to settle down and get married? The irony, it burns.
I cringe at that notion, as should all men. I rather be an evolutionary dead-end that let a whore be the mother of my child, but men today are being trained to accept the whore mother and to be the soft cuckold, the sucker that gets to buy the goods at full price even though it has declined 80% of value from its peak.
Seriously, Roosh, please be an evolutionary dead-end.
Not that he’s likely to be able find a willing bride, unless he somehow prevents the woman in question from Googling his name and finding out what he actually believes.
It’s amazing that in just three generations, women have gone from being potential wives and mothers to nothing more than fuck toys. Men used to meet traditionally minded virgins, but are now stuck with a seemingly unlimited pool of mediocre sluts who have been fucked in the ass by multiple men.
So Roosh is shocked that the women he has casual sex with are women who … have casual sex?
Why would he think that his brilliant pickup strategy of pursuing drunk women in bars would result in him meeting a lot of “traditionally minded virgins?”
This is complete and utter decimation of the female human.
Apparently penises are so destructive to women that any woman who encounters more than one in her lifetime is “utterly decimated” by contact with them.
Men can no longer gain any meaning or value from a woman beyond sex, even if he is truly capable of being the world’s number one dad, and rest assured that the degeneracy that has so swallowed America whole will spread throughout the world from the trojan horse technology out of Silicon Valley.
Yep. He’s angry and jealous that iPhones give women more options in dating than just him.
And he also somehow seems to think he’s capable of being “the world’s number one dad.”
How did this happen? How did we get to this point? A book can be written on the answer, but understand that trillions of dollars are to be made by destroying the feminine mother and putting a mindless and shallow consumer fuck robot in her stead.
Oh dear. Here come the conspiracy theories.
The finger can be pointed at the elite and their useful idiots for creating this environment, but the fact still remains that this is not a good time to be a normal man with the normal need to reproduce with a good woman who will stay loyal to him, raise his kids right, retain a thin figure, and take care of his home.
Wow. What a great deal for a woman! I can’t understand why women aren’t lining up in droves for the chance to marry this prize of a man.
A man who puts in triple overtime and travels abroad can find the exceptions, but for the lot of men in the Western world, there is no longer any meaning beyond casual sex that can be gained from women. These are end times for traditional pair bonding.
And yet somehow most people end up in relationships, and the world isn’t exactly running out of babies.
So on that note, I urge you to learn game, seduce these inadequate women, and try out those moves you’ve seen in porn, because that sex drive of yours is not going anywhere and must be sated for your own mental health.
I’ve rarely seen a man so eager to announce to the world that he has absolutely no idea how to satisfy a woman in bed. Or even an understanding as to why satisfying a woman might be a good thing not only for her but for him as well.
Beyond that, however, don’t expect much more, because women can no longer provide you with what women of the past so easily could.
Roosh Valizadeh, everyone – a man who thinks he could be the greatest dad ever.
So how does a man end up loathing the women who sleep with him … because they sleep with him?
I’m not sure that’s the right question. I think Roosh’s real anger is directed at the women who won’t sleep with him – but will sleep with other men.
After all, as Roosh has often acknowledged, the life of a would-be “pickup artist” isn’t one of endless triumphs. In fact, it’s one of constant rejection, as the overwhelming majority of the women that these guys approach have no interest in them.
Instead of being able to roll with this – rejection is an inevitable part of romantic life for everyone – Roosh sees this rejection as a personal affront. In his mind, these women are denying him something that he is entitled to, something that he has worked hard for – hell, he even moved to Eastern Europe in an attempt to find more pliable women to pursue.
That’s why he feels he’s been “cuckolded” by any woman who sleeps with men other than him.
This isn’t just fucked up. Roosh’s philosophy is dangerous to women, as is he.
And that, class, is why you don’t close blockquote tags with exclamation points.
Hey, thanks for the education! I love this site for just such stuff.
One of the big problems is that basically everyone lies about sex (or at least conceals) due to social compulsions, so you end up playing Sexuality many cards short of a full deck. For example, if you have some pain or discomfort or whatever in your equipment, there is so much misinformation around that it is difficult to know whether you have to accept that that’s the way male or female bodies work or you just need to do something differently or something’s wrong that needs medical attention. As far as behavior is concerned, there is so much wrong in society that it’s hard for anyone to make rational decisions about their own conduct. What, for example, makes a woman a slut, and why is a promiscuous man called a stud rather than a slut. And, most of all, why should any one deem themselves qualified to impose judgmental labels on other people’s sex lives.
It’s a lot better than it was when I was young. If in 1963 (which I choose because it’s the year I turned 16) you used the term “transvaginal ultrasound” on TV, tens of millions of pearls would have been clutched and fainting couches resorted to.
My view has always been that sexuality is far too important a part of life to permit, let alone encourage, people (and especially the young) to be so poorly informed as has been the norm. For dog’s sake, it’s how we all get here in the first place.
(Part of MY problem is that I’m a natural preacher in a world where the demand for agnostic preachers is severely limited.)
I’ve never lied to a current or potential partner about my sexual history. If someone can’t deal with that, well (shrugs). Either they’re applying a double standard, which is unacceptable, or they’re just not a good match, which is fine, and better to know that sooner rather than later. In either case, what would lying accomplish?
I never lied, but there was a time when I was young that I believed there were sex acts that didn’t count. So, mistakes were made in the tally. 😛
That’s what a lack of sex ed and a load of sexual shaming will get ya.
It’s funny because it was such a prevalent idea among young Baptists I knew. If it wasn’t piv, it wasn’t reeeeally sex
Unless your bf/gf did it with someone else. THEN it was sex.
Ah, the “what counts as sex” legalism! How well do I remember. And it never struck us as odd, either; we just assumed that rules-lawyering was a normal part of a relationship.
When I first heard that some people thought anal didn’t count as sex I nearly peed myself laughing. Where is the logic there?
I’m so glad I never got sucked into the whole PUA thing seeing as how I — a young, socially inept, somewhat romantically frustrated male — seem to be their main target. After reading a load of PUA articles I’ve always had the feeling that all the stuff they preach just isn’t right and even downright wrong; and now my suspicions have been confirmed.
I am so enjoying this thread! 🙂
Bina – Roosh would probably think Louis was kinging rong back in the day. He’d even help his valets make his bed! (Bearing in mind how big those beds were, it took more than one person to make ’em.)
Hilaaaaarious.
“Kinging rong” — LOL! That makes my night.
And yup…those beds were ginormungous. My mom once saw Napoleon’s bed on Elba, and said it was more wide than long, so therefore he MUST be short. Weren’t they all?
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week. 🙂
I’ve heard that the short beds thing is more because people slept slanted up on pillows, though I’m not sure that explanation’s right either. Napoleon wasn’t that short, actually, around 5’7″ I think; French and English inches weren’t the same. Anyways the whole “people were all short” thing is wrong; look at the Plantagenets, most of them were six-footers! So were the Stuarts, for that matter (Charles I was short because of childhood ill health). So short beds definitely don’t equal short people.
” In either case, what would lying accomplish?”
It might get you a significant other who in the long run you don’t really want. Which I believe is your point. But I wasn’t thinking specifically of lying to a partner.
“When I first heard that some people thought anal didn’t count as sex I nearly peed myself laughing. Where is the logic there?”
That would seem to be basically lying to yourself about sex. In my experience, lying to yourself is REALLY bad policy.
When I encountered that idea it was coming from religious kids who’d committed themselves to the idea of no sex before marriage but conveniently decided that anything other than PIV didn’t count. Thus, oral is fine, anal is fine, just don’t break the freshness seal on your vagina and it’s all good.
The mind, it really did boggle.
“Kinging rong!”
Wasn’t he the one who wanted to dress as a soldier most of the time, rather then all the froo-froo stuff? Because he actually was a soldier?
Random, but those stiff neck ruffles that were a thing for a while always looked so incredibly uncomfortable to me. A nice basic military uniform would definitely have been preferable.
Also they made people look like the frilled dinosaur that spits goo in people’s eyes in Jurassic Park.
RE – “everyone used to be short” – I think they got that from the fact that doors were built short, and people have to duck their heads.
My theory is that it was just easier and cheaper to build them that way, and only the palatial buildings had tall doors. Peasants could just duck, and save money in construction costs.
RE – anything other than PIV didn’t count – That boggled me, too. Then again, I went to a church run school, where it seemed to run the gamut from “kissing before you’re engaged” counts, French kissing DEFINITELY counted, touching breasts counted and you had to get married, and yet, strangely, “dry humping” with all your clothes on didn’t count.
Me, I thought it was all hinky. I saw nothing wrong with kissing, even French kissing, before engagement, because that way you could tell if there was a real spark. I did believe you ought to date a few times, first, and not kiss indiscriminately. Touching breasts was as bad as touching butts, and it was off limits, but if you did it, you didn’t just say, “Whoopsie, break out the shotgun, Pops! Time to get married.” You said, “Whoopsie! Let’s back off and keep our hands otherwise occupied. Time for a cold shower.” And dry-humping was definitely, in my mind, a form of sex that would require formal repentance if done outside of marriage, because seriously, you don’t think you can fool the Lord, now, do you? If married people wanted to dry-hump, though, more power to them. That’s birth control, right?
Fortunately, I never actually witnessed anyone dry-humping. I just heard about it, from roommates who came home, saying, “You’ll never BELIEVE what I just saw!”
I don’t think I actually knew what anal sex was, at the time, but I’m sure I would have counted it as something to be reserved for marriage.
Basically, in my mind, before marriage, kissing was OK, as was holding hands, and putting arms around each other. Beyond that was pushing it.
Wow, I was so naive when I was a college student.
@cassandrakitty – maybe they spit chewing tobacco?
Michelle, yup!
Mind you his father did that bit of kinging even ronger. He went around in torn clothes when he felt like it.
cassandra, yup, they were damned uncomfortable. Starched, held up on a high collar and underpropper. Even the falling bands (think your cavalier-style lace collar) were held up high under the chin, and the collars of those doublets were very stiff. Louis still won’t wear high collars round his neck, not even knitted ones.
Hahah!
“But, honey, I LIKE this shirt. And these pants with the gaping hole in the pocket are so convenient. I can scratch without anyone even noticing. Really!”
@cassandra and kitteh – I always thought those collars resembled slide projectors. Did people actually try to eat while wearing them?
That’s what I told my mom, too. She wasn’t convinced.
My pet theory is that he had his bed built that way so that he could protect himself against any enemy intruder who might fire off a round at the head of the bed. If he were sleeping sideways, they’d have a much harder time shooting in the dark.
Or maybe he was just eccentric. Who knows?
You owe me a new keyboard, Michelle! XD
That’s exactly what Henri was like, too. He had some real back-away-slowly habits back then.
Buttercup – oh yes! I’d hate to have been the one having to wash them.
Bina – well, beds in general were shortish; I’ve seen one Charles II used, and it was much the same, and he was over 6′ tall. So I really don’t know what the answer is. But a lot of the “Napoleon was short” stuff comes from English propaganda, which is hardly surprising given how long they were at war, and that they won.