If the almost universally despised pickup artist and rape legalization proponent Roosh Valizadeh is able to deliver his planned talk tomorrow at some as-yet-undisclosed venue in Toronto, he won’t just be talking about the unoriginal blend of warmed-over misogyny he perplexingly calls “neomasculinity.”
He will also be selling his infamous “Bang” books, a series of pickup guides aimed mostly at North American tourists hoping to score easy sex in an assortment of countries in Europe and South America. These guides seem to have been Roosh’s main source of income for the past several years.
So it is worth asking what exactly Roosh is selling here.
Most of the “Bang” books are country-specific guides offering Roosh’s, er, insights into each country’s nightlife, dating mores, and women. “The best way to describe a Ukrainian girl’s personality is that of a corpse,” he explains in Bang Ukraine. “They really don’t show any emotion, interest, or spark when you first approach them. They just stand still with their eyes darting around.”
Alongside Roosh’s recommendations on cities to visit, bars to prowl, and dating “logistics” (rent an apartment near the bars you intend to frequent so you can easily get “girls” back to your place before, you know, they change their minds), Roosh also provides case studies of his sexual, er, conquests of women in each country.
Judging from Roosh’s own descriptions of them, many of these alleged conquests might better be described as rapes.
Again and again in these stories, presented as true, Roosh literally won’t take no for an answer, pressuring reluctant and resistant women into giving him what he wants, in one case using outright physical force in order to continue intercourse with a woman who had changed her mind.
In many of these cases Roosh tells us or at least implies that the woman in question consented to sex, but it is worth asking what kind of “consent” is preceded by literally hours of struggle against a physically imposing man who refuses to believe that no means no. It’s also worth asking what the woman’s own account of the experience would look like.
Are Roosh’s Bang books essentially how-to guides to date rape? Read some of his stories and decide for yourself. [Trigger Warning for the quotes that follow.]
The most notorious passage in any of Roosh’s Bang books comes from Bang Iceland, in which Roosh describes sex with a drunk woman he ushered to his apartment after she was left behind by her friends at a bar.
While walking to my place, I realized how drunk she was. In America, having sex with her would have been rape, since she couldn’t legally give her consent. It didn’t help matters that I was relatively sober, but I can’t say I cared or even hesitated.
I won’t rationalize my actions, but having sex is what I do.
Sex with women too drunk to consent is considered rape in Iceland as well as in the US.
Roosh continues:
If a girl is willing to walk home with me, she’s going to get the dick no matter how much she has drunk. …
I figure my dick was inside her about forty minutes after meeting her, likely my fastest bang ever. The sex was as good as drunken sex can get, but I did notice her pussy was drier than the Sahara desert.
Roosh’s sense of self-awareness is as underdeveloped as his conscience.
With another Icelandic woman, Roosh reports:
In the middle of the night I got another boner, put on a condom, and jammed it back in while she was half-asleep. I came and passed out again with the condom still on my dick….
Roosh’s accounts of his sexual escapades in Iceland are sadly rather typical for him. In Bang Poland, he makes clear that the word “no,” won’t stop him, no matter how many times it’s repeated.
We moved to my bed. I got her down to her bra and panties, but she kept saying, “No, no.” I was so turned on by her beauty and petite figure that I told myself she’s not walking out my door without getting fucked. At that moment I accepted the idea of getting locked up in a Polish prison to make it happen.
After more such “foreplay,” Roosh gets what he wants:
I put on a condom, lubed up, and finally got her consent to put it in. … I put her on her stomach and went deep, pounding her pussy like a pedophile. She took it like a champ even though I imagine it must have felt like being fucked by a telescope. My orgasm was from another world.
This is what passes for a happy ending in Roosh’s stories.
In 30 Bangs, a collection of Rooshian case studies, Roosh gives his excruciating account of “sex” with an anonymous Catholic girl a similarly “upbeat” ending:
After dinner we went upstairs and I eased her onto my king-size bed. It took four hours of foreplay and at least thirty repetitions of “No, Roosh, no” until she allowed my penis to enter her vagina. No means no—until it means yes.
The sex was painful for her. I was only the second guy she’d ever had sex with. … She whimpered like a wounded puppy dog the entire time, but I really wanted to have an orgasm, so I was “almost there” for about ten minutes. After sex she sobbed for a good while, talking about how she had sinned in the eyes of God, but in an hour she got horny again and we went at it once more.
In Bang Ukraine, Roosh describes how he used “some muscle” to hold a woman down after she changed her mind during sex.
I was fucking her from behind, getting to the end in the way I normally did, when all of a sudden she said, “Wait stop, I want to go back on top.” I refused and we argued. … She tried to squirm away while I was laying down my strokes so I had to use some muscle to prevent her from escaping. I was able to finish, but my orgasm was weak.
Afterwards I told her she was selfish and that she couldn’t call an audible so late in the game.
Again and again in these stories – and there are more of them — Roosh misleads, manipulates, cajoles, pressures and intimidates women until he gets what he wants. The women could not be clearer in their refusals, telling Roosh no and pushing him away. He doesn’t care.
To judge from his own accounts of his sexual exploits in the books he published himself, Roosh is a dangerous sexual predator who has been getting away with it for years. In his Bang books, he teaches young men that they can get away with it too.
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I’ve always called professional wrestling soap operas for men. Not that women can’t or don’t participate and watch. Just that it’s a soap opera that’s socially acceptable for men to watch and care about.
There are huge risks involved with the sport, yeah. And a lot of the older wrestlers are dying really young, because back in the day there wasn’t as tight of a policy on drug abuse and the like.
We just lost Rowdy Roddy Piper recently, as a matter of fact. he died in his late sixties of a heart attack in his sleep. Dusty Rhodes also died recently as well, and his two sons are current wrestlers. We’ve only seen one of them as of late though, Cody (who is currently in the persona of “Stardust”). I think Goldust is taking some time for himself, which is good. He’s no spring chicken anymore, and I imagine the death of his father hit him really hard.
I also know of a lot of wrestlers who had to cut their careers short because of injuries that were just too severe. Two examples I could think of are Edge, who had to leave because he got a gnarly neck injury that put him out, and Lita, who had a very similar problem.
I know Stone Cold Steve Austin also has had a lot of knee problems, and his last few years in the ring, he used to come out with knee braces on both of his knees. (I think he still wears them too, and he still works with the company on their show Tough Enough as a judge, and he has his own podcast that airs on the WWE Network.)
And Jerry “The King” Lawler, who was a commentator on their flagship show, Monday Night RAW, had a heart attack on the show, and had to be taken to the hospital. He’s fine now, but they’ve made sure he’s been taking it easy.
I haven’t actually, but I imagine that’s a normal thing. Every once in a while, you can catch someone saying something, but they’re really good about editing it out.
There was this one time a fan jumped in the ring and was tackled by security super quickly, now that I’m thinking about behind-the-curtain kind of stuff. None of the commentators mentioned it, but it was kind of obvious if you were paying attention.
I’ve always described it as a soap opera myself. Though, instead of “for men”, I just say “with more fistfights.” XD
I find it funny that troll kept throwing around “sophist”. That part was great.
@ Paradoxy
Aww, didn’t know that. Don’t follow wrestling but loved him in ‘They Live’.
Hmm, *goes off to watch best fight scene ever*
As awful as it would be to know that this walking sack of shit is in the same region as me, a part of me wants him to come to Latin America again. Crowds here are a tad less civil than those in Canada, and I have witnessed the most laid back group of weed-smoking hippies you can imagine quickly turn into a raging lynch mob after being repeatedly provoked. It was terrifying to watch, actually, and I know it is very wrong to wish such a thing on anyone, but I get this warm, cozy feeling from picturing Roosh having to navigate that situation.
Ugh, can I throw up now? I feel literally sick yo my stomach after reading those Oh so lovely passages. Ech
Griffin Heifer: You don’t get to control these women’s narrative. If they were raped, then they would have pressed charges. None pressed charges. Roosh has never been charged with any crime, let alone rape. Telling these women that what happened to them was rape is insulting and patronising.
What tripe.
1: This is his narrative. His facts. No one is “telling these women what happened to them”, we are reading his description of what happened.
2: His stated MO is to fuck and run. Rumor has that he can’t go back to Poland, because of what he did there.
3: You are using a lack of knowledge, on your part, of how the women felt about it, to excuse his admission of rapes.
Anonymous: Oh… only people were convicted are guilty. So you have no opinions about OJ.
Roosh gets away with it because he picks women who don’t know him, rapes them in their rooms and scarpers before they cops could get to him by fleeing the country.
I kind of wonder what would happen if Roosh came to England (again). If a big fiasco blew up like it did with Julien Blanc, but RapistRoosh still makes it past the border I mean. Maybe it would depend on what part of England – he may get another drink thrown on him, but I reckon if he went to the rougher parts of the country, or even the rougher parts of London, he may wind up getting punched if he tries to “seduce” someone close to the puncher.
This guy seems like someone who has his reputation because no one will bang him a second time. Ew.
@pecunium:
Please tell me that this is true. Failing that, please give me a source, if you have one. I want to gloat over him being kicked out of Poland.
As I recall it was him boasting of how his “success” had brought him some sort of ill-will and he had to leave, and going back wouldn’t be good for his health/freedom.
I mostly chalked it up to braggadacio, but it’s possible someone filed charges.
I see that he hasn’t written Bang Scotland yet.
Which reminds me of this joke:
So, people buy books that are just some guy writing reviews of his orgasms?
D: My younger brother died last month, and this piece of SHIT is still walking around and breathing. I wish I could call up God and ask for an exchange. Fuck this.
People, look at this gem! NSFW!
. http://imgur.com/gallery/8Syh5qQ/
Ooops, I did not think that posting only a link would make the picture visible here. I am truly sorry! 🙁
E, really sorry to hear that. Awful.
odoran, no worries, you can keep images from embedding by putting something else on the same line as the url — I added a period to your comment and turned the embedded pic into a link.
@E, I’m really sorry to hear that.
One of my cousins passed away a little over a year ago, he was only 41 and had small children. For quite a while I was also fuming that he got taken when so many others still get to walk around.
Thanks, I will remember!
Let’s all hope for the sake of everybody involved that Roosh is just a liar.
Thank you for being kind. I was furious when I saw this post, and I fucking lost it. It’s been difficult, especially since my brother had multiple disabilities and medical conditions. He truly was an underprivileged male (by contrast to Canadian males without disabilities; since he was Canadian, the government provided disability support). Funnily enough, I don’t see any MRAs giving two shits about people like him, or for that matter, the destitute and homeless, immigrants and refugees, or LGBT men. Racism barely gets a token mention.
I’m trying to not feel so bitter and hateful. However, I don’t apologize for hating on Roosh, never. Anyone who sees the entirety of my gender as fucktoys and baby machines (not to mention his charming racism, anti-Semitism, homophobia, and batshittery) should be hated on often and with much venom.
Oh my god, this is fucked up beyond anything I ever read on the net. Brainrottingly fucked up. I could puke more then the mass of the solar system, if I could.
I had to reply. Notice how every single encounter he had with women he didn’t even BOTHER to get her off as well? And this is supposed to be what we pass as a masculine gentleman?
I’m all for a little bit of rough play (when consented to) of course but he has 0 regard for the other partner’s orgasm… It’s so fucking selfish.
It’s weird that it’s that fact that irks me more than anything else (not to say the other stuff didn’t, it certainly did).
I don’t see how arguing about a sex position is wrong. All of this is a gray area or moral gray area.