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.
@ contrapangloss
Wasn’t meaning to yell at you, btw. I remembered that you’re ace if I recall and that will probably impact how you see this stuff, but yeah, for a whole lot of people strong physical preferences are a thing and sex just doesn’t appeal with a person who doesn’t fit them. I feel like the issues are more a. be realistic, not everyone can date an underwear model because there aren’t very many of them, b. the fact that societies try very hard to persuade people that there’s only one or two variations on the theme “attractive” is a problem, and c. lots of people who’re actually attracted to people who don’t fit the theme are socially pressured out of saying so, and sometimes out of dating the people who they’re actually attracted to because they’re worried what other people will think, and that’s shitty and needs to change. All of that can be fixed within a framework in which people still have strong physical preferences though, I think.
@ Tracy
I just made a face that would make Grumpy Cat look friendly and cheerful.
I was in danger of finding Doosh’s self-deprecating humour almost endearing in that video, so I got my head right by watching about a minute of this.
I should have just re-watched that platypus video.
Also – the room he is in is conspicuously clean and empty. I suspect he recorded this on the sly at IKEA.
@contrapangloss: I won’t share details, because you asked me not to, but I will say she turned up again after a day and there’s been a great deal of introspection since. I hope it’s a turning point.
Best part of this is that many of the women using their smartphones as a creep shield are probably also using them to make plans with the people with whom they actually want to socialize at the very same time.
I genuinely felt I was being constructive, letting you know something of which you maybe hadn’t been aware, and that seemed to be as good a time as any. It doesn’t seem to me that most of the people here are naturally hurtful people by any means.
Also: not my first comment.
Re: the rating scale/attractiveness bit–
I feel the folks who really, honestly do a rating scale based on looks–ie, “that person is a (whatever number) because they meet x, y, and z critera”–are the only ones who would be effected by this. Does that make sense? Like, only someone who would say, without irony, “I only date 9’s and 10’s” would have to fuss about dating inside/outside/beneath their “value.”
I hope, at least, that most rational people do dating a different way–a combination of looks and personality and interests and bbblah.
To be completely honest, though, the first thing I noticed about my husband was his butt. It’s a total 10. Ha!
Basic blog etiquette requires one to lurk long enough to ascertain if the group is a good fit for you rather than announcing that the group is not nice enough to suit, like pretty much ever troll ever.
Same here. Ironically, people didn’t even know I had eyes or a face until I traded in my thick glasses* for some contact lenses at 18, and that’s when I started getting THAT instead of “go away, ugly”. I thought to myself: Fat chance that I’d ever want you anyway, dude, I’ve already seen enough of what you’re really like. You forget that I knew you before I got contacts. Better dial your expectations way down, because with that attitude, you’d be lucky if anyone gave you the time of day.
But no. Even guys with absolutely nothing to recommend them all think they MUST have a hottie. Where they get this entitlement from would be a mystery if our whole society weren’t already soaking in it. So not much sympathy from me for the lonely moaners. I can guarandamntee I’ve been lonelier, and I learned to deal with it. And eventually I found my way out and around. If they can’t, that’s THEIR problem. It doesn’t have to be mine, and I don’t owe any of them anything.
*And now heavy nerd glasses are finally fashionable for people who don’t even need them. Go figure, I was a hipster before hipsters were hipsters. Anyone gonna bow down to my hipstacred? Thought not…
Part of the issue with the whole numbering system is, well, not everyone is into the same things. I like tall, thin men with pretty faces and long dark hair. There can be variations on a theme (I’m not going to dump someone because he cuts his hair, and the height thing can be not a big deal if he’s hitting all my other “yes please!” points), but yeah, there’s a general type. Other women like men with lots of muscles, or men who’re blond, or men who’re chubby, or glasses are what really makes them notice a guy, or whatever. What the numbering system suggests is that nobody has individual preferences, everyone simply walks around looking for someone with the human equivalent of the highest Yelp rating and then tries to fuck them, and refuses any other options as beneath them if that doesn’t work. I’ve met people who approach dating like that, and most of them are every bit as miserable as Roosh is. It’s just an odd way to approach things, and not sustainable in the long term unless you’re very famous or very rich, or both.
Aaaand that inspires me to write a short story about just such a creeper. (Seconding Cassandra about the probable reasons why those people are suddenly all so much more interested in their phones, too. I don’t have a smartphone, but always keep a book or my iPad in my bag for the same reasons.)
I suppose they learn it where they learn everything else, from the corporate media.
@contrapangloss, kale is amazing, and I will endeavor to forgive your horrible brassica slander, but, well, I just don’t know… sigh… ;-P
I guess I missed Erika’s comment too because looking back it seems… uncontroversial? I mean that it’s more or less the other side of the thing we tell most of the sad sack Nice GuysTM who moan about how “not one woman” will so much as give them the time of day because the Slutty McSluttersons only want BadBoyzTM. Essentially that if they pull their head out of their ass and look around, they might notice that the world is not populated solely with carbon copies of Alicia Silverstone. It’s something we’ve talked about before, this crappy misogynistic attitude that women are only visible in the degree to which they conform to conventional standards of attractiveness (he may bleat about how unfair it is, but I will forever think of this as the Rogan Delusion).
I think back to my early days of commenting and to ‘treasures’ like that “Women of LA” jerkoff who thought it was simply unjust that women whose job it was to stay at the absolute bleeding edge of what our society considers attractive weren’t falling all over his shlubby, entitled ass just because he made youtube videos (oh, and a penis).
Seems like WHTM 101 to me, and Erika, you have my apologies that I didn’t step up and say so.
Cassandra, all of what you said. Yes yes yes. Especially the Yelp part because it made me laugh and I needed that.
Another fault in the rating idea–not only do different people like different things, but one individual may like different things as well, some or all or none of which may be “conventionally attractive.”
I, for example, think Chubby Chris Pratt is a dreamboat. Muscleman Chris Pratt? Nope.
“because he made youtube vidoes and had a penis”
Ugh.
Bina:
Yeah, there’s something about the look of Brand that creeps me out. I keep thinking “What a waste of good hair.”
Buttercup:
May I present you with one scented fucking internets?
Falconer:
I’m so sorry. Hugs. Those poor people.
contrapangloss:
LOL I’ve suspected that about myself for years. 😛
Have I…have I just been “No True Internet Commenter”d? Touche.
@Cassandrakitty
No worries! It was more of a timely reminder that what I think makes sense isn’t always the best, or the most moral, or the most practicle, or even the most sensible thing.
… and, yeah, you recalled correctly.
@gillyrosebee:
Broccoli is the only correct variant of that plant.
I will attempt to forgive you for your bad taste, if you attempt to forgive me mine. 🙂
No, just done a bit of foot in mouth and been called on it, SkywardSlew. It happens.
*practical, not practicle
I cannot spell. Apparently. Blargh.
Watermelon sugar,
I agree about Chris Pratt. I like muscular on some guys, like Jason Momoa. But with Chris Pratt, it just doesn’t work for me. He’s much cuter as a teddy bear type.
SkywardSlew feels extra MRAy to me now, after No True Scotsmanning. If I had a nickel for every MRA who threw that one around, I’d buy the world a giant scents fucking candle and still have enough leftn
WWTH:
http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/340/4/0/captain_america_teddy_bear___shield__by_j_flora-d5n7cna.jpg
MOBILE POST BUTTON FAIL ALERT.
Ahem. …and still have enough left over to complete AVFM’s quarterly fundraisers for years.
WWTH–
For me, it’s a butt thing. I am a butt person. Chubby Pratt has a more pinchable butt. …annnnd now I sound like Tina Belcher. Woo!
I would very sincerely like to know what I said that was offensive? I feel like I was very neutral and non-condemning in offering an outsiders viewpoint. (Outsider to this comment section, not to feminism nor to internet comments). I figured this blog would want more people reading, becoming aware of the everyday misogynism we navigate and how to help reduce it. I didn’t call anyone names or even call out anyone in particular. It may be a criticism but it isn’t worthless simply because you don’t like it.