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 just suddenly remembered a woman writing about how frustrating it was that if she stayed over at her BF’s she had to clean the toilet before she could use it because it was crusty. So Rooshie is not the only one.
Fibi, you are now the luckiest of the lucky ducks.
Ugh, I’ve seen some atrocious dude-bathrooms in my time. One of them was coated in black fungus on almost every surface. Put me right off the prospect of ever seeing the guy again, never mind using his john…OR boinking him. Ugggggh.
(And, mind you, this guy actually had a pleasant personality, unlike Roosh. That might just tell you something, eh?)
… I don’t see what’s so lucky about getting a fully paid university education and free healthcare. I still have to get up in the morning, y’know. Sigh. And chewing food is such a bore.
he’s probably too old. Enlistment cutoff for the US army is 35, last I heard. They boost up the max age sometimes when they’re really hurting for recruits, but it’s been a few years since the last time that happened.
If my value is increasing, then they haven’t been the wrong choices, have they?
Everybody wins at the brain bleach game
Gillyrosebee
Your welcome
Tinyorc
It’s very sad indeed
Ceebarks
Agreed
Thebewilderness and bina
::gags::
I have known some fastidious men, but unfortunately I have also seen bathrooms that made me decide to hold it or, in one case, go outside (thank FSM that it was August and all I needed was to pee!!)
I’ve recently been considering Iceland as a potential place to emigrate to. I love cold weather and knitwear, the society has a deep appreciation of history and philosophy, and as a culture they LOVE books. They have incredibly high literacy rates, something like ten percent of the society has or will have written at least one book in their lifetime, and they even have a name for the tradition of exchanging books at Christmas Eve and then sitting down immediately to read them. Jólabókaflóð. The word is almost as beautiful as the concept it represents!
Iceland would also be lovely. I studied Old Norse at uni (it was a course requirement for English majors, and it was either that or some deadly-dull linguistics theory credit, so I went for the fun one and wound up learning more about language in general than any amount of theory could ever have taught me). Modern Icelandic is close to that, and I’d have no trouble picking it (back) up. Failing that, though, it’s a small country (circa 300,000 people in all) and practically everyone also speaks English. And Reykjavik, from all I’ve seen, is very livable and cute. They even have heated sidewalks, thanks to all that geothermal energy. And I’m just aching for a chance to knit a sweater all in the round with lópi wool again, too!
While I was in grad school, I dated a girl from Iceland who was a graphic artist. She had her own work, but she’d been raised by two archaeologists and spent much of her childhood drawing pictures of their digs and the objects they found. Her work is stunning and I fell in love with the country from looking at her sketchbooks.
The language would be a problem, though. As with many languages (for me), I could read enough to make sense of the newspaper after only about six to eight months, but I tripped over my tongue trying to say even the most rudimentary things. I can read non technical material in (almost) six languages, but I’m only barely able to make myself understood in anything other than English!
*gasp* That is a country I could live in! I just hope the men of pleasure and book reading don’t get wind of it…
What’s worse is that time I invested in pussy. Of course that was somewhere around aught-five, from what I recall. Back before the pussy bubble burst and the economy tanked. Yup, that thar was the Great Pussy Crash of ’08.
“If you don’t stay on top of the latest game scientific data or dating app, you will be out-competed.”
I would love to hear about this game scientific data. And about how dating apps are just as good as this scientific data. How does this pick-up artistry work?
“You’ve got twelve years of psychology in your mind, I have Tinder. It looks like we’re ready to hunt the elusive female.”
why, when I was a young man, you could get pussy from Mr. Blakely’s dry-goods store for a nickel! He kept his stock of pussy in a barrel next to the pickles. They were a nickel apiece too! Many’s a Saturday morning I spent, choosing carefully between the two marvelous barrels. My hair was black and my teeth were white and my steps were strong and high! Now THOSE were the golden days in this country… you kids with your i-gizmos and fancy college degrees will never understand… zzzzzzzzz
Oh look, it’s the troll from the other thread. That’s a failure to stick the flounce. Boooooring.
Fuck off, Right Wingnut. You can’t come in here pretending you weren’t just spewing forced-birther apologia all over the other thread. You’ve shown your colours already.
@Cassie: WHTM commenters wanted to know what else I liked. I left that thread, not the site… because, again, I actually like the site.
I’m not full of lies just because I disagree with one thing you really care about. I’m not trying to “flounce up a thread”, I’m trying to laugh with you all. If you go back to the thread that’s garnered dozens of comments, I’m pretty sure I said at least once that I liked the site, someone else said “well what do you like then” and I said that it’d be lost in a flood of comments and that I’d go elsewhere and post when I saw what I liked. This is me doing that.
You need not follow me around shouting “troll!” If I am a troll (tryin’ not to be) that’ll just worsen the epidemic. Kinda like the MRAs who devote entire articles of futile rage towards Futrelle just because their blog isn’t as popular. (Because clearly, more popularity = conspiracy and all, lol).
http://pets.hamlethub.com/animalsmatter/images/hhresized/500/1042/201410/cats–spare-cats.png
How fabulous. That’s pretty much what I do on Christmas, anyway (for Jordan, it’s Legos).
Right Wingnut – you’ve done classic troll things. Telling us to do your homework for you, for starters; whining that you’re being mocked on a mockery blog; and last but not least, telling women we’re not allowed to make our own decisions about our lives, are essentially walking incubators, and spouting the standard forced-birther bullshit about BAYBEEESSSS!
If you don’t get that this is a major issue that harms millions of women, you’re no friend of ours.
ha!!!!!!!!!!
Words have consequences, Numbnut. One of them is nobody here trusts anything you say regarding good intentions after your forced-birther garbage.
@Kittehserf: I didn’t think this post was about that post, or that that post was about abortions. I’m willing to drop it, that was the idea of me coming in here and not continuing on with the things that you find offensive.
I found all of your arguments tired too, to be honest, “the standard pro-choice bs about BLOOOOOOBBBS!” if I can paraphrase. So if we’re both preaching to our respective choirs about things the other doesn’t believe, and each of us finds it to be a serious human rights violation (me to the unborn, you to pregnant women), then we’re obviously at an impasse.
That’s why I stopped. I’m not here to talk about abortion.
“I’m not *here* ” meaning, you know, this particular page/comment thread. 🙂
Heh, another argument in favor of Iceland!
http://mic.com/articles/91595/how-iceland-became-the-most-feminist-country-in-the-world