Noted pussyconomist Roosh Valizadeh offers these sobering thoughts on the rising costs — and decreasing quality — of vagina:
The quality of women—both their appearance and their attitude—is sliding to the bottom while the work we have to expend to meet these more inferior females is increasing. This phenomenon of pussy inflation is starting to force men out of the market, for what “average” man can find the time, ability, and motivation to seduce a merely cute woman who may only want to fuck him a couple times before becoming distracted by the next shiny object that gets placed in her path? If this inflations proceeds, the only men who will get laid consistently are ones who approach it like a job, blocking out a minimum of two hours a day to the task.
If anything Roosh is underestimating the dangers here. During Germany’s hyperpussyflation in the early 1920s, men had to devote as many as 3700 hours a day in order to score with merely cute women. Indeed, it is rumored that some of these men were forced to wipe their own asses in order to make themselves more appealing to women.
The reality we face right now is this: the quality of men around the world is increasing to compete with a decreasing quality of women. This is great if you’re a woman, because without lifting a finger you can get better than a couple years before. If you’re a man and didn’t step up your game recently, however, you will get lower results. If you don’t stay on top of the latest game scientific data or dating app, you will be out-competed. Or you’ll just get nothing. Inflation often helps those who have debt, but if you have no debt, if you lived life prudently and with virtue, inflation destroys your purchasing power. As much as men improve themselves, women are appreciating in relative value as they make all the wrong decisions with their lives. This is the world we live in.
To be honest, Roosh, I don’t think you and I live in the same world.
Thank you for the image accompanying this article. Made my morning!
It really isn’t “Men going their own way” so much as “Men getting pissy the world isn’t handed to them on a plate”.
I want to write something cute and sarcastic, but all I can think as I read and reread this drivel is “wut?”
I really cannot grasp relationships as mere economic transactions (do liberatar-douches see anything in the world without their economic lens?) and I can see people as individuals instead of abstractions to confirm my political and social beliefs, so this “argument” (delusion, really) makes me all “I can’t even”.
I also agree with Faint Praise – love the image! The smile on Garfield’s face is perfect.
Game data? Dating app? I just…is this guy a robot? Can he not just, like, talk to a woman? Like she’s a human being he might like to get to know?
j/k, that was rhetorical.
“the only men who will get laid consistently are ones who approach it like a job, blocking out a minimum of two hours a day to the task.”
What job does Roosh V have that only takes two hours a day?
Shouldn’t pussy inflation mean that there’s too much worthless pussy everywhere for men to get? If it’s actually harder for men to get it, that means deflation. Or am I missing something here?
What I’m getting from this is that women are iphones and he’s worries that he can’t afford to upgrade to a newer model. This may be because he keeps trying to run Android apps on them and then angrily banging them against the table when that doesn’t work.
Washing his hair more often might help too.
It absolutely boggles the mind that these so-called people reduce the pursuit of sex to a cold science that apes economics. Do they know it’s possible to have successful relationships with people by realizing they’re humans?
Fantastic image to go with the story 🙂
And yes, he understands inflation/deflation about as well as he understands everything else.
(Soap? Shampoo? What are these mysterious things?)
Oh Roosh. You think THAT’s bad? Be thankful you haven’t met Giant Inflatable Beaver:
I lol’d.
There is am expression in finance known as “talking your book”. It means giving phony “analysis” and “predictions” designed to make people think they need to buy what you are selling
http://www.yourdictionary.com/talking-one-s-book
Roosh sells “game instruction”. He is talking his book. Maybe he believes this nonsense, but I think the more probable thing is that he knows he’s spewing bullshit to sell a product.
It’s just like in investing. That world is full of frauds preying on fear and saying “hyper inflation is coming and it will wipe you out but I can tell you how to protect yourself for a nominal fee”. Roosh just took that and clumsily ported it over from the stock market to the “pussy market”. It’s actually quite a rational thing to attempt. Scummy and predatory … but rational. Especially to someone who does not respect his customers.
I’m sure he or someone like him has written stuff like this before.
Protip: Practice can make perfect …. but only if you’re rehearsing something that worked the first time. There is no point in practicing missing goals or writing rubbish. These are things you want to stop doing entirely, not do them more often and worse.
“Getting laid is sooooo hard, I have to put more than absolutely zero effort into it”
“That doesn’t mean women are human beings with needs they feel lovers should address. No it just means they’re greedy.”
You know those ads you get that offer to tell you the one secret that local a local woman knows that has made dentists/hairdressers/realtors furious? That’s these guys.
I love his ability to project.
What’s actually happening here is he’s getting upset by the fact any girl he’s able to deceive into bed promptly dumps him once she gets an inkling of his actual personality. Instead of seeing the obvious and taking stock of his, he’s decided that the problem lies with the rest of the world.
Hamstering at its finest.
So, Roosh is starting to notice that fewer and fewer women are willing to give him the time of day, with his unwiped bottom, stringy hair, untended eyebrows, unsanitary chicken-stained kitchen, and seething, ill-concealed resentment that he has to talk to women at all. And he blames the shrinking of the pool on women’s inflated sense of entitlement.
No, Roosh, there’s no “inflation” going on here. What’s happened is that you fell off the supply-side cliff.
And there we have it. Roosh thinks he shouldn’t have to lift a finger to get laid. Eager dimes should just rain out of the sky and into his bed.
I mean, two whole hours a day spent having to think about or talk to women. That’s just unacceptable!
That a very long winded way of saying “waaah the young hot women don’t want anything to do with me any more!”
God dammit I’ve been ninja’d half a dozen times. Read the comments BEFORE you post, sunny.
If you sluts don’t stopping ignoring me I’m going to stop wanting to fuck you! That’s a thing you want, right? – Doosh
😀
Citation fucking needed lol
Thank you for providing the name of my next band.
“We. Are. Pussy. INFLAAAAAAATION!”
In Roosh’s view of the world, women decline in value as they age while men always increase. I think the cold, hard, slap of reality is hitting him that the world doesn’t work that way and he’s. getting. old. Don’t get me wrong, I’m older than him, old isn’t a bad thing unless you’re obsessed with sleeping with really young partners. Most folks hang out with people their own age, so of course he has to work harder and harder to break into groups where he’s the oldest guy there. He’s more likely to succeed with “inferior” women a few years older than his ideal. After initial success they realize he has nothing to offer, so they leave. He’s washed up.