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.
I was wondering the same thing, contrapangloss. Let us all take a moment to ponder just how filthy Roosh’s apartment must have been in those days. Truly, it must have been horrifying to have inspired his one-night-stands to clean it up.
Also, can I just add something? Roosh is now so turned off by and so frustrated with the women of the world that he no longer wants to assert the effort needed to seduce them.
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Also, Roosh is miserable and having an existential crisis, which makes me feel like singing this.
@WWTH
Me too, but I used Mike for the benefit of some of the young ‘uns around here. I have a fondness for the Minnesota references, as I was in MN during the early ’90s (not a resident, however) and remember right as the show was emerging. Joel had a more, uhn, resigned and world weary sense of humor that I think worked well in contrast to Crow and Tom. Mike was a bit more ‘buds with them.
Like so many men before him Rooshie has discovered that he is not the protagonist in every woman’s life story.
Back in the day when men were men and women were house elves who believed the lie that men were genetically incapable of cleaning up after themselves it was SOP for women to demonstrate their mate value by cleaning the filth encrusted den of iniquity in hopes of continuing the relationship.
The message these women are sending by not staying long enough to clean his kitchen is clear but Rooshie does not want to get it.
Cassie and WWTH–
My dream MST3K team: Joel, early Tom and later, extra-sassy Crow.
Where I live, though, there is an arthouse theatre where Mike and Co. do live riffs, so I have a great love for Mike, too.
But Roosh, you do that all the fucking time. You try to, anyway, each time you “spit game” at one of us. How is it our fault if you’re a sad sack full of nothing but fail?
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Roosh thinks we don’t poop real, full-sized, adult human shits! That might just be the funniest thing I’ve read all day!
And what is this “mission” crapola, anyway? You are not Neil Fucking Armstrong, dating isn’t the Moon Race, and women are not rocket science. Even if, after a cheesy fashion, you try to make us out to be. Really, it’s not that complicated: Either we like you, or we don’t. And if we don’t, even if your hygiene is up to snuff (which, in Roosh’s case, is damn near never), well, then maybe it’s your attitude that’s the problem, and you need to temper your expectations to your actual, unfortunate reality. And if it’s neither of those, then it’s just chemistry. Move the fuck ON, already, and don’t waste precious electrons on these dumb-ass screeds.
Y’know, this is actually not a bad idea. Join the army, Roosh! Go to wherever the current imperial war is at! With any luck, you’ll get blown to fuck, and rid this world of one more undesirable creeper! But hey, at least you’ll actually die clean-shaven and washed and reasonably fit, which is more than one could say for you in your current sorry state…
(/snark, in case anyone needed that. And in case any lurking MRAsshats were trawling for evidence that we really DO expect those stupid fuckers to go to war for us. We don’t; we just don’t fucking want ’em in our sights.)
Too late. Nobody will read any book you write, because your name is already mud all over the internet. And what’s this “becoming”? You’re one already, and that’s what makes you unbeautiful!
(Ack. Must get Wand Erection earworm out of head NAO!)
Too late. DO NOT WANT. Fuck off.
Contrapangloss – I get the feeling with Roosh it isn’t all that physically demanding. I’m guessing 5 minutes tops. Remember, it is all about him and his orgasm. Maybe they were cleaning to kill time and do something with their leftover energy. Just depressing.
Kestrel, I’m still sticking to my theory that the place was so gross that they cleaned it up because they feared that it was a health hazard.
It seems that no matter what Roosh will always be miserable. He’s a misoygnist, lazy, boring, hyprocrite and lives in an imagery world that he made up to place the blame on everyone instead of actually doing any self improving to treat himself like a human being like finding hobbies and he needs to stop thinking that all he’s good for is impressing women with his beard and penis.
I said this once and I’ll say it again, mgtow keep saying “I’m done with women” when really they mean “women are done with me and I can’t handle that” no matter what women do it’s wrong and/or it’s not good enough to these guys and all I wish is that they really do go (maybe an island or planet and stay off the internet) instead of obsessing over us because it’s just telling me that they really do need and want us.
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That is a cute video, sorry if what I said grossed anyone out XD. The penises remind me of that pastor who said that vaginas are like homes and the penis is looking for a home. Oh gosh I can’t quite remember what he said but it was still funny.
Going off subject here but has anyone ever heard of kizzume fowler? I saw him on Andrew norton’s channel. He was a mra and he said that he’s on Femnisim’s side now because he’s seen how hateful MRAs and mgtows are. He even flat out said that “women should have more rights because we need to make up for this stuff” and you can guess how they felt about that.
Bravo Bina! That is the perfect reply to all of Roosh’s BS.
Oh, it’s worse. He wrote a whole BOOK about it (doubtless a very slender volume) called “Don’t Bang Denmark”. Reading this article about it made me want to learn Danish and apply for citizenship in Copenhagen right away. Social welfare AND cute, intelligent, friendly Danish guys? Bring it. If it wilts Roosh’s boner, I’m up for it!
PS: Denmark is also the happiest country in Europe, apparently. Surely that’s what’s got Roosh’s diapers in a soggy bunch?
Meh, it’s possible that when roosh was younger (and the recession more severe) women saw him as potential boyfriend/husband material and were willing to put themselves out to impress him a little with their domestic skills.
But he’s 35 now… really, if he were going to settle down with Suzy Homemaker, he’d have done it by now– so no need to bustle about doing his dishes for him. He’s clearly not a bit of a fixer-upper who can be fixed up with a little bit of love. lol I mean, 15 seconds on google will make that clear if you couldn’t deduce from clues on the ground.
I’m more mystified by the idea that anyone’s sleeping with him at all. He’s long since aged out of the 20-something party scene… women that age mostly don’t hook up with guys 10+ years their senior. (Age gap relationships/marriages, sometimes. Casual hookups, notsomuch. The appeal of dating/marrying someone that much older is that you can reasonably expect him to have his shit together… which does not apply to roosh’s case.)
Women his own age are deep into careers, LTRs, families, etc. Older empty-nesters and established “spinsters” are like, PUA kryptonite. So who on earth would actually hook up with this aimless drifter?
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We’d all think “Oh, it’s this shit again.”
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What if I know and don’t have to guess? I used to have a Felix the cat lunchbox!
That’s Felix the Cat! I have a plush backpack of him floating around somewhere~!
Mind you, the social welfare is only for danish citizens or the children of fully assimilated immigrants. And our immigration polices are only a little less draconic than, say, Alcatraz Prison in its heyday.
And I hope you’re prepared for food prices averaging 12 dollars a meal (approx 60 dkkr).
Other than that, though? Yeah, it’s Utopia. Come one, come all.
If anyone knows who this is* not ‘guess’ sorry
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That’s because it’s so fucking grody that they got tired and gave up, Doosh! They weren’t doing it to please you, they were doing it to try to ward off a nasty infection. (If they were smart, they’d have accomplished that by simply waving you off when they saw you lurching up to them, all pie-eyed and stinking.)
Ha. And I reiterate for emphasis: HA!
…and then you left that remote valley in Turkish Kurdistan, and learned to your dismay that Europeans, whether eastern or western, northern or southern, are actually quite cosmopolitan, and thus not impressible by the mere fact that you’re a gringo. Yeah, yeah. We know, we KNOW. Go cry, emo kid.
Wait, is this going to turn into another “we can no longer ease our pain with girls” whine? Because, dude, I hate to break this to you so harshly, but WOMEN ARE NOT FUCKING DRUGS, ASSHOLE. Oh, the horror of having to learn to relate to us as PEOPLE, instead of just candy-colored pills you can pop every time you’re tired, sad or bored!
On the other hand, learning to relate to women as people could actually be interesting…to any reasonably intelligent guy, anyway, which I guess rules Roosh out. He’s conditioned to bullshit, and thus doomed to die full of it. Too bad, so sad, even we fat old Sexually Invisible ones are all too busy living and laughing to care!
So different, in fact, that you couldn’t even look into a mirror for half a second and realize immediately, as any normal guy would, that supermodel types are out of your league, and rightly so…oh, the horror. THE HORROR! At best, you might have to settle for one who is Merely Cute. (Notice that I said at best. Realistically, your odds of appealing to any woman are practically nil.)
None. It’s all over. Give up. Find a cave in the mountains on the Pak-Afghan border, and curl up in it, and wait for the Taliban to find you. You’d fit right in.
The comments section on that post is actually really fascinating. So many of them are teetering on the brink of an epiphany… “Why do I feel so empty and bored? Could it be because it be because I have dedicated my life to fucking people I detest? Could the “Game” actually be a hollow pursuit that ultimately destroys your ability to interact with the opposite sex in a meaningful way?”
But as soon as one of them strays too close to the edge, they revert to their standard mantra of “Nah, it’s probably just that all women are universally shit, but I have to fuck them anyway because biology. Yeah, that’s definitely the problem.”
Meanwhile, in reality, “merely cute” women everywhere are hooking up and falling in love and having mutually fulfilling relationships with men who respect them and enjoy their company and have never heard of “game”. The injustice is almost too much to bear!
whee! I like virtual glitter. So much less messy than real glitter.