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.
As the old saw goes, if you deny reality, it will quickly work against you. You can either stand athwart history sniffling about how the world won’t conform to your expectations, or you can adapt. The women of America and the West in general expect their men to be borderline sociopathic, aloof jerks, so that’s what men are becoming. And given that the women themselves are overweight, masculinized nags, it’s not like you’re going to be able to live the 2.5 children and white picket fence dream, unless you want to raise obese, overmedicated defectives.
Surely there’s a way out, a land where women are women and still like their men manly but gentle.
Everyone’s favorite globe-hopping player, Roosh, has found the Holy Grail of femininity. After leaving South America in ruins, getting blackout drunk with Icelandic girls and surviving the feminist hell that is Denmark, he landed in Poland to discover cute, big-bosomed girls who not only wanted to sleep with him, but make him breakfast the morning after. What was a planned one-month stay became seven, with Bang Poland being the result.
If you’re sick of mannish sluts and are looking for a woman you might actually want to be the mother of your children, you must read this book.
Eastern Europe is widely acknowledged as the closest things to poosy paradise on earth; it seems economic Marxism does a good job of insulating cultures from the cultural Marxism that’s destroyed the West. But all the big countries—Russia, the Czech Republic, Latvia—have been picked clean since the fall of the Wall. Poland is the one former Iron Curtain country that’s (largely) evaded notice from the stag parties and mail order bride-seeking sleazebags:
A Polish girl gets pleasure if you’re experiencing pleasure, similar to the vibe of Brazilian women. It may not come early in the relationship, but don’t be surprised if down the line she does things to show that she wants to take care of you. I loved it whenever a Polish girl would insist on cleaning my house, offering to cook for me, or making genuine offers to take care of me when I was sick. Trust me when I say that it never got old. The result of that nurturing trait is that it becomes obvious she’d make a great mother. I dated a couple Polish girls that made me think, “If I were to have a kid, I’d want to have it with her.” That thought has never occurred to me when dating in the United States. Polish women made me want to be a provider—a strong man who could maintain a home and take care of her financially.
It’s folk wisdom that a misogynist is nothing more than a jilted romantic, and Bang Poland reinforces this. Roosh has a rep for being abrasive yet truthful about women, but his stay in Poland melted his seemingly icy heart:
I got sloppy in Poland, blasting inside many a Polish girl. Subconsciously I wanted to impregnate them because I knew that my bloodline would be taken care of by a good mother. Maybe in fifteen years I’ll get a knock on the door from a hairy Polish person who claims I’m his father. That would be cool.
It’s not perfect, though. Beyond Poland’s relatively bland culture and unenjoyable winter weather, the dating culture is far more conservative than most Americans are used to. Don’t expect to get your notch the same night you meet a girl. Still, given the sweetness and womanliness of Polish girls, why would this deter you? Are you mad? Do you enjoy hanging around crazy sluts?
If you’re more of a patriarch than a player, you owe it to yourself to pick up Bang Poland. America may suck, but there’s still a glimmer of hope out there on the Eastern front.
Click here to buy Bang Poland.
Read Next: Don’t Bang Latvia, Bang Estonia, and Bang Lithuania by Roosh V