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.
Dare I ask for quotes?
The levels of attractiveness thing –
I wouldn’t be at all surprised if their view of attractive was mostly based on what they think other people find attractive, given they rate women.
They’d probably be too embarrassed to admit they secretly like short hair, flat chests or something (I am making the assumption that they all claim to like Barbie-shaped women, correct me if I’m wrong).
You know, I also love that Rooshie and his mates are getting clobbered by their own theory. Pick-up “game” is all about the superficial: you focus on tricks rather than real social connections or meaningful interaction in order to achieve the short term goal of “banging” some “chick” you picked up in a club. There’s nothing underneath that; no passions or deep interests or reasonably thought out plans beyond “locate and acquire next target”.
So when they start aging out of the point where those superficial tricks give the best imitation of “working,” and their “charms” (such as they are) start wearing thin, they have nothing to fall back on. No love of architecture or appreciation of cuisine or musical interest, nothing they can use (“the chicks aren’t interested in hearing about my ‘mission’ to bang as many of them as I can”) as a way to form meaningful connections with other people, just some stale snake oil that never really worked to begin with and is pathetic now that they need to do more to offset their lack of anything like a real personality.
They’ve reached the point in their lives when the superficial values they promoted – being young, “alpha,” and attractive* – are increasingly fading and their entire “philosophy” of life is based on rejecting anything beyond the superficial aspects of life that are going to stretch further and further out of their reach.
If Rooshie thinks it’s bad now, when it’s just a bit odd and creepy for someone in his mid thirties to be cruising clubs looking to pick up women in their late teens, it is only going to get worse and more pathetic (and require a WHOLE LOT MORE personal grooming and care to keep up).
*for a given value of “attractive”
I bet most women don’t even want to have sex with him “before becoming distracted by the next shiny object that gets placed in her path?”
sounds exactly like the weird guys that sometimes try to chat you up when you’re at a café, simply trying to enjoy your muffin and a book. they tend to ignore all verbal and nonverbal clues that you’re not interested but they are not quite rude enough that you can tell them to fuck off, and that’s when smartphones and windows suddenly become VERY interesting. but that’s not because they are shiny.
Yeah, I’ve definitely had that happen to me. Including at a bus stop at night. Some creepy guy kept complaining about how everyone wants to look to at their phones instead of socialize. As if there aren’t good reasons a woman by herself out at doesn’t want to engage with a stranger. Not that you need a reason not to talk to someone! Then the guy started in some racist rant mostly about Somalis. Basically he was Roosh in another 30 years.
I have definitely used my phone to try and communicate “I don’t want to talk leave me alone”. The dudes at bus stops seem to always want to talk to me when I’m in a really low mood and don’t want to even be in public, let alone talk to anyone.
Nequam: here is the link
https://www.wehuntedthemammoth.com/2012/06/02/scented-candles-oppress-men-the-spearhead-at-its-self-proclaimed-best/
Not so much for me with the blockquoting these days, apparently.
@ Nequam, it’s difficult for me to give links right now, but if you click on the candle in the sidebar, it will take you to the Welcome Package, which includes a link to the legendary SCENTED FUCKING CANDLES post, source of many a running gag.
@lith
“They’d probably be too embarrassed to admit they secretly like short hair, flat chests or something”
If you take a look at the last of Doosh posts, “Don’t Tell A Man What Type Of Woman He Should Be Attracted To” (here is the link: http://www.donotlink.com/framed?616328) where he goes on and on about how feminazis are trying to shame men who like only Barbie-types, one of the latest comments is:
“I agree wholeheartedly, as long as this also applies to other guys.
If I want to fuck fat bitches (and I do, a lot), don’t start no shit with me. That’s some valuable time that I could use to fuck some fat bitches.”
Which seems to be exactly in line with what you were saying. This guy (if you can get past the caveman speech) is saying that the manospherian are shaming him because of the women he likes, and he’s having none of that. I’m sure there are many more of them who feel the same but lack the guts to tell their peers.
Another commenter says:
“The title of this post could also be addressed to Roissy, who has been known to shame men who don’t share his taste in women.”
@gillyrosebee,
I have a ‘friend’, from back when I was teenager, who eventually became an MRA/PUA. (I say ‘friend’ because we rarely interact, never do so positively, and I’ve put him on my restricted Facebook so he doesn’t garbage up my feed and he can’t see my posts.) As he’s in his early 40s, he’s reduced to increasingly desperate measures to achieve his twenty-year-old standards of ‘attractiveness’ (like taking steroids to bulk up at the gym.)
What I find even more bizarre is how desperate he is to maintain the myth that his goals of superficially ‘gettin’ pussy’ are universal among men, that we’re all secretly cheering PUAs on and wishing we had their lives. Not so long ago, he saw me in a TV commercial, and sent me a FB message about how much ‘pussy’ I could get if I weren’t married. What the fucking fuck? I know he was joking, but he’s drunk deeply of the manosphere kool-aid if he thought that would have EVER elicited a positive response from me.
He knew me when we were 19. We hung out all the time. I have no idea where he’d get the idea that I’d be amenable to his frat-boy dipshittedness, even when I was young and bog-standard misogynistic. If I didn’t loathe his politics, I’d pity him for his obliviousness.
I mean seriously, who uses terms like ‘wingman’ unironically in their 40s? Who doesn’t hear the snickers and laughs when they do so?
Why is Roosh so incredibly bitter if he knows about tricks that can get any woman to have sex with you? If the tricks don’t work, is it possible that the theory of human behavior that they’re based on is wrong?
@gillyrosebee
This “wall” they’re always crowing about – it’s pure projection. It only exists for people whose lifestyle and self-esteem depend on perpetually fitting in with youth culture. There’s an upper age boundary for hanging around in bars hitting on college women.
Most people, when they notice youth is fading, shrug, step over the milestone, and continue on with the hobbies, interests, work, relationships, friends, and family they’ve accumulated along the way. For others, the “wall” is a 300-foot cliff and they can’t figure out a way around it, or what lies behind. So they write self-pitying blog posts condemning the world for losing interest in them.
All in all, Roosh is just another dick in the wall.
@Buttercup, exactly!
Isn’t that always the way of it? It’s like they can smell blood, or something. Creepy in the extreme. It’s why I try not to spend too much time out in public when I’m feeling low.
katz, have you tried an oil/salt scrub instead of soap? You just mix salt (or sugar if salt is too irritating) with any oil that makes your skin happy (olive, coconut, avacado, grapeseed) and store it in a watertight container in your shower, and scrub down with it. It gets rid of all your dirt and exfoliates gently no soap needed. I don’t tend to use soap except for handwashing and housecleaning and I’m always clean plus my skin stays pretty soft without lotioning all the time. Soap is unnecessary for the most part.
I don’t know anything about specialised soaps, so I can’t help there, but I do know that crotamiton cream is amazing stuff when it comes to dermatitis/eczema. It’s the only thing that stops the itching whenever I have breakouts, and I’ve found that it works on everything itchy from bug bites to burns, so it’s worth keeping a tube around even if you don’t have dermatitis/eczema.
I see what you did there. Nice job.
Re eczema remedies, the Mayo Clinic recommends (among others) bathing with oatmeal and baking soda. Hey, it can’t hurt, unless maybe you’re allergic to oats. Also, keep a humidifier on, as dry air can be very aggravating to any itchy, dry skin condition.
It appears as though some of his followers are beginning to realize that young women had sex with Roushie in spite of game rather than because of it. In the next few years he may come face to face with the obvious also. It will be interesting to see how he avoids.
Ha!
I think I have that history of salt he mentions reading. Fascinating book; the author also wrote a history of cod and its role in shaping civilization. I love stuff like that.
Regarding his angst – it reminded me of something I read about Richard Halliburton. He was a travel writer in the early 20th century who went to remote, ‘exotic’ and suchlike places and wrote chatty popular accounts of his adventures. Eventually he wanted to move on to something else a little less physically demanding – some aspects of adventuring are more challenging at thirty five than they were at twenty five. But his readers demanded more of the same, and he kept dragging himself around the globe until his junk sank in a typhoon in the middle of the Pacific. Roosh has built an entire career and identity around his nasty little shtick, and he can’t figure his way out. Where he is isn’t bringing him happiness, and he’s not going anywhere else. I’m sure he imagines abandoning the Scene, but he’s like the circus worker in the joke. He’s sick of shoveling elephant dung, so why doesn’t he quit? What – and give up show business?!
Entirely off-topic, but it seemed like something some of you might enjoy:
http://www.themarysue.com/david-tennant-pets-wild-at-heart/
proxieme, I want that. I want that almost as much as I want the 11th Doctor to be retroactively replaced by 3 more seasons of 10 and 12 to have a better writer.
Like that telemarketer complaining that whenever he calls, women are always out of office 😀