“I’m too busy. I have no time for worry.” Winston Churchill
If you played a drinking game in which you had to take a shot every time you read a whiny comment on a popular manosphere blog, you’d die of alcohol poisoning before reaching the bottom of the page. Why are there so many haters? Because the men who actually take action don’t have time to sit around and write negative responses. In a world of sloth and laziness, finding a purpose is an act of rebellion. A guy who buys a book about picking up women and follows its instructions, will be so busy that he won’t have time to troll the book’s author. The same goes for anyone who hits the gym, or starts a business; they’re occupied to the point that the luxury of inactivity will never present itself.
Long before Roosh was searching for poosy paradise in the darkest corners of eastern Europe, he was traveling across South America seeking to crack the code that is Latin women. Bang Colombia is the very first travel guide he ever published, and it remains one of his more interesting due to its in-depth analysis of one of the continent’s most overlooked countries.
As a guy over 40, I’m entering into that time of life when I’m looking back over the things I’ve done, the things I’m doing now, and the things I have left to do. As a new member of the manosphere, I’m finding my bearings, figuring out what I want to contribute to the ‘sphere and the best way to do it. There are many topics that others have covered and others that have yet to be covered. I believe I have some somewhat unique experiences, so here goes.
One of my friends once asked me something to this effect: “How did you learn how to write the way you do? Any tips?” I gave him a semi-facetious answer involving alcohol and hanging out with drug addicts, but it’s a good question.
Due to recent events, I’ve had to lock down my Facebook profile. Those of you who previously subscribed to my profile (and everyone else) are welcome to check out my brand spankin’ new Facebook page, which will have links to my articles and other stuff I find interesting. You can even comment on what I post there!
A month ago, I published an article entitled “How to Rape Women and Get Away with It,” which I intended to be a satirical piece attacking feminists for exaggerating the prevalence of rape. I tried to make it clear that it was a satire with various tells: my “listening to Joni Mitchell” bit, my claim that watching Blue Velvet and Irreversible made me a “rape expert,” and the general fact that it was a how-to guide on how to rape women.
I crossed the line. No wait, I didn’t just cross it, I danced across it backwards while raising my middle fingers to the sky.
NOTE: This article was originally published at The Right Stuff on January 17, 2013. I’m re-posting it here as I am no longer affiliated with the site.
The other day, I went to go see the new movie Gangster Squad with a friend. The movie’s ostensibly based on a true story—how a group of LAPD cops formed an extralegal squad to shut down the crime syndicate of Mickey Cohen in the late 40′s—but you’d never know it from actually watching it.
Gangster Squad is one of the fakest, phoniest movies I’ve ever seen.
How many times have you heard some variant of this argument in the manosphere:
“I HATE having to be a cocky, arrogant asshole, but that’s what the girls want me to be. I’d be perfectly happy being a nice guy, a husband and a father, but women these days are mentally ill sluts, not worth marrying.”
My advice: don’t turn it into a drinking game. You’ll be dead within two hours.
I’ve been thinking about my homemaking skills. I can cook competently and I can clean. If I learned how to sew, then I think that I’d have most of the traditional homemaking skills figured out. This would put me ahead of most women—and men—these days. Then I can add other homemaking types skills to those traditional ones; simple home repairs, replacing light fixtures, simple electrical repairs, drywall repairs, dishwasher repairs, lawnmower repairs, checkbook balancing, furniture building, and minor car repairs, like tire changing, oil changes, light replacement, etc. If we look at all of the homemaking type skills, how many girls today could compare to me? What if we just look at the more traditional skills: cooking, cleaning, sewing?
One of the most liberating and eye-opening revelations I ever had was stumbling across the Anonymous Conservative blog, because it provides scientific evidence for something we’ve all suspected but were afraid to articulate: liberalism is literally a mental disorder. Once you junk the premise that feminists, anti-racists, men’s rights activists and other leftists are well-meaning but misguided and realize that they’re deranged, self-destructive lunatics, a lot of things become easier to explain.
Feminism, for example, is nothing but intellectualized psychosis.