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.
Paradoxical: I think I could manage fostering or adopting an older child. When I have a husband, though. It’s just that to me, young kids are so effing annoying I really don’t think I can handle them ever. I don’t want the noise, the destruction of objects, the bodily fluids, none of it. Nor do I want pregnancy. Respect to everyone who has been preggers and raised small kids, but it ain’t for me. I’d rather skip the whole process from conception to about age 7.
When I first commented here, I had barely been on the internet at all, so I had no sense of there being a tough community… I was just scared to death of commenting. It feels like it’s been a lifetime since then.
Yep.
I’m also trying to figure that one out.
If I tilt my head sideways, do you think it’d make more sense? Or should I go straight to upside down and backwards?
I once used a word on this board that is seen as offensive and people pointed it out to me, and although I did mention my surprise as in my country it’s NBD I did in the same comment say that I would no longer use it if that’s what people want.
DIRECTLY ON THE BEACH was Mikey-the-troll, who told us repeatedly and in caps that he lives in LA, DIRECTLY ON THE BEACH, in some sooper-fantastic condo suitable for the high-falutin’ lawyer he was.
He also claimed to have taken his girlfriend to uber-romantic Charlotte, SC, for a special weekend.
He later claimed to be a farmer, iirc.
::sigh:: Last worthwhile troll we had, too, before he launched into serious creepiness and got his arse banned.
Kirbywarp: JB — a.k.a. Farmer Mikey, a.k.a. Mikey — told us a lot about his mansion directly on the beach. And his education. And his fields of wheat. It was mostly the beach, though.
The beachfront kept reoccurring for all his socks.
Ninja’d.
Someone once told me brevity was the soul of wit. Thanks hellkell. Literally the worst thing someone brought up re: me.
Obv. I’m perfect. Or… Something.
Alternatively? The ascribed terrible herdmind ingroup memetic echo chamber of constant siege mentality against the outside world where people are ripped to shreds for the merest hint of dissent *does not* actually exist.
I agree to perhaps a mild tendency to assume “regulars”‘ are right, but that seems pretty normal given than a) they often are and b) tend to respond with understanding rather than outrage.
sunnysombrera:
Oh gods, same here. Except I’d skip the bit from 7 to oh, say, 30, as well.
Noise, destruction of stuff and body fluids I can handle when they’re coming from kittens. Not humans. Thank goodness reproduction was never going to be an issue with Mr K.
Thanks kittehserf and Contrapangloss, I’m sorry I missed him.
It doesn’t?
Bugger.
Ahhh, Mikey of the obsession with SPINSTERS!!! and the unhealthy creeping on cuspinique.
Also, just because the initial point got lost in the kerfuffle:
Hi Erika! A lot of us kind of agreed with you, although not quite everyone. Feel free to come back, or lurk, or do whatsoever your heart desires. Also, welcome! If you want to find some fun inside jokes, feel free to click on the scented candle in the sidebar.
🙂
Oh yes, how could I forget SPINSTERS! Which all of us here are, apparently, regardless of sex or marital status. 😀
(That was the inspiration for the Ravelry group, Crafty SPINSTERS, too.)
…also, did anyone get the impression that most of that blowup had very, very little to do with Erika?
I mean, I haven’t actually gone through and re-read, but most of it didn’t really seem to be about Erika.
@Fibinachi–
OT and hopefully not to creep!tastic, but I clicked your linked website and, in all caps, I LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE.
Like, adore it. …that is all.
Pretty much, contrapangloss.
No, of course it didn’t. It was about how we are all meanies who are just too clueless and pigheaded to accept her totally super special advice on how to be less mean, even though she totally had ALL THE MEDALS from the Oppression Olympics. Erika (hi Erika, please do stick around and post if you want to or just read if you don’t!) was just an excuse for her to get up on her high horse.
Gross V is perfectly perfect and like you I was oddly pleased that he only pretends to play the guitar.
If I had to guess what he said his girlfriend’s name was, I would pick “Charlotte.”
@ Falconer – very, very late to the thread, but all the hugs, if you want them.
I wouldn’t have minded if Roosh could actually play the guitar. I’m finding I have a really strange fascination with seeing these folks acting like non-hate-filled human beings.
But I’ll admit it was really funny to hear that “it isn’t tuned, it’s garbage to me” line. A little glimpse of his rotten core he couldn’t polish away.
I have a linked website? Holy hell I do.
Err. And there’s an entire hidden archieve about Warren Farrell I forgot about.
Thanks WatermelonSugar!
I keep thinking Roosh should just stay at home and hump his guitar (off camera, I hasten to add). That way he doesn’t have to pretend he can play and he doesn’t have to whine about the oppression of having to wipe his arse for those ungrateful wimminz. Problem solved.
And have his sister listen to a steady *thrump thrump thrump* night after night? That’d be awful. Then again, think it’d get him to tune the thing? Or would tuning be a shit-test?