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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.
Interesting fact, teenage pregnancy rates have actually gone down since the 60’s, we just hear about it before nowadays since we feel less of a need to keep it secret, usually.
I honestly wonder if this arse is on a government watchlist somewhere – I mean, you get on those for trying to buy too fertiliser.
Can’t imagine that the Feds wouldn’t have him ear-marked as a potential criminal sort, not after Isla Vista.
Eeee, Falconer’s turned into Cary Grant again!
Busband and I feel such relief that we managed to get together before the pair-bond bubble burst. *whew*
I find it hard to put into words what I think of Roosh. I can’t feel comtemptuous of him, because I find him too sadly pathetic – but I don’t feel bad for him or pity or anything. It’s this weird detatched, clinical interest. As if he were this weird funky fungus I found growing somewhere, and though it’s gross and I would rather it not be around I am also very interested to see what it will end up doing. Is there a word for this?
I don’t understand where Roosh is coming from. If the life you are living is making you deeply unhappy, change it. He seems so depressed. I really hope that maybe wandering in the darkness will lead to him opening his eyes. Apparently just using women for sex isn’t enough to make a full life.
I can’t shake the creepy thought that Roosh thinks it’s OK for him to want casual sex and not OK for women to want casual sex because he wants to have sex with women who don’t want to be having sex with him. *shudder*
I can’t believe that I am the first person here to bring up the other reason he is dangerous to women: he clearly never took a food health and safety class and openly cuts raw chicken on a wooden cutting board. Gross!
Secondly:
I love this dichotomy (by which I mean I scoff at it):
Women need: Normal Man with need to reproduce
Men Need: Loyalty
Good child rearing skills
Must be thin
Must be a house-keeper
Much equality, such equity!
And Wordsp1nner thank you for the kitty pictures. Too cute.
Tracy – “morbid fascination” perhaps?
Also note that women who like anal sex are bad. Anal sex is only fun if the woman doesn’t want it and it hurts.
I cannot help myself… it’s totally ok to use a wooden cutting board for raw meat, even chicken. Hard woods are better (bacteria gets pulled down into the grain via capillary action, and it eventually dies there – unless you cut way into the board, no bacteria gets out to contaminate anything). Plastic is easier to clean/sanitize, but cutting on plastic causes grooves that can harbour bacteria easier than a hardwood board. Either way, clean ’em well and use one board for meats, another for everything else if you’re concerned.
Of course, Roosh can’t clean his own arse, so his cutting boards are likely horror shows regardless. Would not want to walk around his apartment with a black light.
@Kittehs yes, that would cover it I guess, but I usually get excited about things I have a morbid interest in, and with Roosh it’s more… coldly clinical, that’s the only way I can describe it.
I just had an idea (not image!) of Roosh trying to clean his arse with a cutting board.
Splinters.
I like this idea.
I also like this idea!
‘Go clean your arse with a cutting board’ could be the new ‘go step on a lego’ for 2015
Look at us, setting trends.
Sort of like looking at a creepy thing in a petri dish, Tracy?
LOL! A new Mammotheer phrase in the making, perhaps?
“Clean your arse with Roosh’s cutting board” would probably be the worstest curse of all.
YES! Like looking at a creepy thing in a petri dish. That is Roosh to me.
Off to bed now… unfortunately, with images of cutting boards and Roosh-arse in my head, auuuuggghhh… *shakes fist at Kittehs*
Oooo can I offer more cute cat photos?
(I hope this link works, I dunno, I’m just gonna copy paste the URL)

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This is Inti, I rescued her from the streets of Peru a few months ago, she’s pretty much the best.
What big eyes you have, Inti!
Inti is adorable!
You know what’s really creepy to look at in a petri dish? Fruit flies. They are beyond hideous. Now I am thinking of Roosh as a fruit fly. They’re stupid, they’re pesky, they infest your home and they’re unsanitary. Seems to fit.
Oh Inti, you are one pretty kitty! Such a sweet face!
She looks really frisky and sassy.
Inti is so adorbs! That third picture looks like she is The Cat Goddess waiting for offerings in her temple.
Niters Tracy!
Ah, the familiar TeRPer whine, where all their goofball contradictory numbskull theories bounce around, smack into each other and then roll down some street gutter.
The sales pitch – Pierce the veil of illusion and parse the mating behaviors of males and females with all sorts of sciencey science facts.
The reality – Long for some pre-feminist patriarchal golden age fantasy and rage on about some post-feminist porn and hypogamy fueled contemporary fantasy.
Ignore everything that doesn’t in some way directly relate to you and your own social and sexual experiences.
Sooth your ego by convincing yourself all the snooty hot chicks who rejected you will only know sadness after thirty, while you’ll be rocking it like Tony Stark in middle age.
Ignore the fact that adolescent fantasies don’t ever come true and middle-age TeRPers are bitter hateful fucks who seemingly repel all joy and fellow feeling.
TeRPers remind me of Ebeneezer Scrooge, except they’re hoarding “Sexual Market Value” instead of money and, since the former doesn’t exist, it’s spectacularly ridiculous when they try to lord that over non-TeRPers.