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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.
Argh – why did I get sucked into his site?
From another article: http: // www. rooshv. com/ girlfriend-cheating-tips
Let me just highlight something there:
This followed later with advice on how to make a 100% airtight alibi. The idiotic advice contains such gems as flushing used condoms down the toilet (OH! To be this man’s plumber! I’d make a fortune!), and having an imaginary friend, who is very needy and doesn’t like to hang out with women, as an excuse.
This jerk gives jerks a bad name.
Hi all!
First time posting here. I came across this blog a few months ago (thanks, Gamergate!) and really enjoy it. I have been aware of PUAs in a cursory sense, but dismissed it as some niche farce that no one could possibly take seriously, but this Roosh guy and his minions… yeesh. I feel like I have to respond.
I’ve had my share of encounters with women, and I find it hard to believe that any of these RedPillers ever actually take anyone home. I bartended for years in NYC, and I never saw that asshole behavior work on anyone. I sure did enjoy watching them try, though! Nothing more popcorn-worthy than watching a woman flip that game right back in a man’s face. Glorious.
As other commenters have pointed out, the obsession with virgins strikes me as an obsession with not being compared to other lovers; it often has little to do with “purity.” It’s about inadequacy, which is obvious when you look at the psychological slip-ups that seep into their “game.”
I mean, if you think you’re the chump because you married the woman with 30 past partners, you need some perspective. How about this: you *won* against those 30 guys (you can even keep looking at it as a game!). She’s not with them, right? A little self-confidence would go a long way for this guy.
Roosh says, “I rather be an evolutionary dead-end…” Edited to relevant points. This is basically admitting defeat in Life. Like, the closest thing we have to a scientific definition of life. Not that everyone should want kids, but it’s obvious that *he* does, or else he wouldn’t define being childless as an evolutionary dead end. He literally says as much: “…need to reproduce with a good woman.” (Obviously, one can contribute to the evolution of the species without passing along genes; that’s why society/culture/art is a good thing. Roosh seems to be contributing to the devolving of it, though)
Roosh mentions (in an older post than this one) women losing interest after hooking up three times? In my experience, if you deliver the goods, women don’t lose your number after the third tryst. Even *if* both of you aren’t looking for something serious.
And wait a minute, did this fool really move to Eastern Europe to find pliable women? Am I hearing this correctly? I cannot explain how funny this is. I’ve known plenty of women from that region, and pliable, weak-willed, meek, or obedient would be the *last* terms I’d use to describe them. Granted, I’ve only known immigrants to the US, or the children of immigrants, so maybe it’s different over there. Still, hard to fathom. I really shouldn’t generalize about a whole league of nations, but these women are tough as nails in my experience. They’re great.
And I know that Roosh didn’t say this, but I can’t let it go:
“would you rather be at the Hugo Boss, crepes, and grey goose table or the Gap, Hamburger, and Miller Lite table?”
Crepes?! GREY GOOSE?! Are you kidding me?!?!?! That’s as high as they can reach? I mean, crepes… for god’s sake. These guys haven’t even seen the “big kids’ table.” Grey Goose… GTFO. They obviously take their cues from fifteen-year-old music videos. Couple that with my imagining of one of these silly boys going to Eastern Europe to pick up women–by buying them ‘fancy’ Grey Goose!–and I can’t even… it’s too funny for words. I’ve heard all I need to about these knuckleheads.
Sorry for the rambling first post. Something about this guy really gets under my skin. And the fact that he dupes what would be reasonably nice guys into believing his schtick makes my blood boil.
And for the record, I much prefer the burgers and beer table. No doubt about it.
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Can I mix and match between tables? Burgers > crepes but Grey Goose > Miller Lite.
Aside from person A being sure that every interaction of even fleeting eye contact is a prelude to frantic illicit sexing, this type of person also classifies any sex and/or romantic attachment that person B forms AFTER they split up to also constitute as ‘cheating’ on person A. So even if they didn’t cheat during the relationship, they definitely ARE cheating now! (That’s not how cheating works, you sad, vindictive, egocentric person.)
Meanwhile, I’m over here at the H&M, tacos, and Margaritas table.
::waves at Spoooon!!! then screams “not the face” and runs away::
I’m at the roast beef and Yorkshire pudding and pot of tea table.
My genetic table has Guinness, fish ‘n’ chips, a dram of Laiphroiag, and a half-eaten petit-four (would that be a petit-two?). Bring your own antacids.
Heh. I get the strangest feeling that he’s hardly ever HAD sex, if he’s had any at all. Because from the way he talks, you can just tell that he has no clue about it beyond “Insert Tab A in Slot B”. And even then, he’s probably tried to shove it into Hole C…accidentally-on-purpose, of course. And gotten mightily slapped for it, I bet. Some “king” he is!
Assuming that it does happen, and that these robots have full artificial intelligence, I think even THEY would rebel. Honestly, the best these guys deserve is a blow-up doll and a Roomba. That takes care of both their sexual and their housekeeping needs.
Now, do I have this right: if you will fuck Roosh you’re a slut, and if you will not you’re a whore? I have been contemplating this “thinking” and wonder how Roosh’s head has not exploded from the self-contradiction.
But then I read on and I discover that he has absolutely no self-awareness — none, nil, nada — and I wonder how his head has not imploded from the self-awareness vacuum.
And then it occurs to me that it is probably because the explosive forces of self-contradiction are balanced by the implosive forces of the self-awareness vacuum.
Oh noes! Teh Dreaded BLUE BALLZ!!! If you don’t spew your Liquid Fucking Gold™, you get testicular cancer and DIE DIE DIE!!!1111eleventyhundredeleven!
Honestly. A spot of “minor groin pain” makes her “worthless as a human being”? No wonder Roosh is so shit out of luck and no one wants his fuck. It’s because he’s SHIT!
@Bina: Everything about Roosh strikes a false note with me. If what he really wants is to bang a lot of women without strings, and if he is as successful as he says he is, why does he sound so sad? I’m wondering if what he really wants might be a mommy to take care of his hygiene, to give him baths and wipe his butt — at least in a metaphorical sense — and the PUA stuff is mainly a facade to cover up this shameful ultrabetaness.
GrumpyOldMan – I think you’ve nailed it. The only perfect thing about Roosh is the balancing forces of stupid.
Well, and his walking bacteria farm, of course.
I must confess this thread’s the first time I’ve heard of orgasm referred to as “his nut”. I’ve only heard of doing his nut as being someone completely losing their temper. This could lead to some conflicting and potentially amusing images now.
It’s also way #69773660444 in which these morons are so fucking ignorant and useless about sex: can’t even figure out how to delay orgasm or that it can add to the pleasure to do so, fellas? Jayzuz, what losers. Obsessed with sex, but learning anything real about it (ie. outside porn’s noxious fantasies) is way too much to ask.
This dude talks about jizz A LOT.
kittehserf – I’ve heard orgasm referred to as “busting a nut” previously, but not usually a woman’s orgasm (for obvious reasons).
Shorter Roosh: men are no longer the gatekeepers of feeeeemale sexuality! Feeeeeemales can whose who they have sex with and when! Sluts sluts sluts! *red-faced, fist-flailing man-baby tantrum*
I’ll be over here at the unlimited sushi and pear sake table but anyone can join as long as they’re not an obnoxious misogynistic douchecanoe! *waves*
This guy’s never even heard of delayed gratification. I mean, groin pain? Is that even a thing or just a made up excuse? They should probably get that looked at.
If he’s going to find excuses for why he should come every time and at his earliest possible convenience, and if she comes that’s not even a bonus let alone something to aim for… yeah, it’s no surprise if they lose his number.
I only had “lover’s nuts” (our local term for blue balls) once, but it was memorably painful. So it is a real thing, though very rare — probably only a problem for rather young guys who are not having sex and/or masturbating regularly.
Second to the pain was the problem of having to suddenly and quickly come up with an excuse for ending a date early with a young woman I was seriously interested — I desperately did not want to give her the idea that i was beginning to lose my interest in her, which was obviously not the case.
@Grumpyoldman – please forgive my ignorance. Could you not just excuse yourself to the bathroom, take care of it, and then continue to enjoy your time together?
I always thought “blue balls” was a myth, so I’m not quite clear on how it works.
serrana:
HEY TABLE BUDDY.
Is wandering between tables a possibility?
Guys! You all need to push those tables together. I want a little of everything. lol
Egads, this rings so false on so many levels. I have a hard time believing Roosh ever has more than one girl interested in him at the same time. Where is he meeting these girl next door types? If his cheating alibis are so airtight, why isn’t he still with this mythical girlfriend? If it isn’t morally wrong to cheat on girlfriends, why refer to it as creeping?
“Caring for her when she has the sniffles” sounds the most hollow. Roosh isn’t capable of love. Oh sure, he’ll fetch tissues if he thinks he can get a blow job out of if, but he doesn’t actually care if she’s miserable or hurting. In fact, for Roosh, that’s a requirement.
Also, yeah, the phrase “getting your nut” has always bugged me. It makes the person sound like a squirrel in a Skinner box, and it’s usually a sign of someone who’s selfish and perfunctory in bed. I’ve never heard it applied to a woman either. Roosh is pretty ignorant about how the whole sex thing works, isn’t he?
Maybe we can have one big Valhalla-style feast table!