Roosh is back at it with a trio of new travel guides, focusing on the Baltic nations of Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania. Even better, for today only, he’s selling all three of them in a bundle for just $3. Whether you’re planning a vacation to eastern Europe or you just like Roosh’s writing, read on to see what I think of these new books.
This is a guest post by Tim.
Learning any subject requires time and effort. But there are many parallels between learning one subject and another. I’m not yet skilled in game, but I do know some things about fishing.
What can we learn about game through fishing?
I view this as a first part in a series.
I’m starting to think I chose the wrong part of the country to relocate to. First it was Madison that I fell in love with, and now Minneapolis has left a better impression on me then a city in the Midwest not named “Chicago” has any right to. Enough of an impression that as soon as my situation at the moment is squared away and I get some time off, I’m splitting back east for a vacation (a vacation from a vacation? Wut?). That, and the Twin Cities are the closest major urban area where I am aside from Calgary, and fuck Canada.
Mojo asked me an interesting question last week:
Matt, serious question:
How do you get so many haters?
I really want more haters, so I can add their insane ramblings to my ‘reviews’ column. But I seem to only ever get friendly comments. What is it, specifically, that you do to generate such hate?
From what I can tell, having good haters requires two crucial ingredients:
- Tell the truth.
- Be an awesome individual.
This is a guest post by Vicomte.
“Can you check my closet for monsters? Please?”
“Of course I can. Don’t I always? Do you think I would let you fall asleep without duly making sure there are exactly zero monsters present in any given closet within range of your tiny snoring sounds? What kind of father do you think I am?”
I love writing, I love sharing my ideas, and I love listening to the ideas of my readers. But I simply no longer love blogging. Instead of feeling gleeful anticipation when writing up a post, I feel nothing but dread. There’s a group of people out there (google the ironic term FtBullies to find them) devoted to hating me, my friends, and even people I’m just vaguely associated with. I can no longer write anything without my words getting twisted, misrepresented, and quotemined. I wake up every morning to abusive comments, tweets, and emails about how I’m a slut, prude, ugly, fat, feminazi, retard, bitch, and cunt (just to name a few). If I block people who are twisting my words or sending verbal abuse, I receive an even larger wave of nonsensical hate about how I’m a slut, prude, feminazi, retard, bitch, cunt who hates freedom of speech (because the Constitution forces me to listen to people on Twitter). This morning I had to delete dozens of comments of people imitating my identity making graphic, lewd, degrading sexual comments about my personal life. In the past, multiple people have threatened to contact my employer with “evidence” that I’m a bad scientist (because I’m a feminist) to try to destroy my job. I’m constantly worried that the abuse will soon spread to my loved ones.
One of the things I like about bloggers like FFY and Dagonet is that they talk about their fuck-ups with women just as much as their successes. Reading a tale of sexual conquest can be entertaining, but tales of failure are instrumental in improving your game by showing you what not to do. They’re also humanizing, showing us that these guys, as smooth as they are with girls, struggle with the same problems that we grinders do.
This is my own personal fuck-up story.
Manospherians might be aware of a certain super master rama-lama-ding-dong PUA named Social Kenny. Kenny fashions himself a pick-up coach and “seduction god,” despite the fact that he regularly gets blown out by the most hideous of fat girls. Not even Nigel himself would dare to stick it in the kinds of hochunks that Kenny fails to lay on a daily basis. He also claims to be a “grammarian” fluent in three languages, despite the fact that his English is so bad it makes E.L. James look like Shakespeare.
But the kid from Bang-ville has one redeeming characteristic: his frame is utterly unshakeable.
While this is technically a hitchhiking trip, before last week, I hadn’t hitched in two months, having spent a month-and-a-half in Madison and the two weeks prior to that in Chicago. I’d been planning to hitch to Des Moines after busing to Minneapolis, but FFY texted me during my last week to inform me that Bronan was coming down for Labor Day weekend; not wanting to miss the action, I immediately canceled my last two days at the Madison hostel and got my bus ticket refunded.
Man, that was a fun weekend.
With my usual penchant for sloppy planning and questionable decision making, I stumbled out of Des Moines last Tuesday and made it to Minneapolis the following Saturday. Here’s what transpired in the time since I departed Wisconsin.