I almost bought the hummus. I was on my way to a picnic to say goodbye to an awesome girl who was going to Africa to end poverty. But I did some thinking. She is white and educated, so it’s a guarantee that her friends are also white and educated. That means it’s a 100% certainty that someone else will bring hummus. I settled on the pumpkin butter, something that filled the picnic-goers with surprise and pleasure.

Most of the people in the picnic have traveled and done volunteer work. They were all hyper-educated and were vegan, vegetarian, or flex-vegetarian. The snacks they brought were natural, organic, free-range, low sodium, trans-fat free, and without preservatives. I’m pretty sure each one donated to the Obama campaign and owned several Apple computer products. One guy had a American Apparel drooping v-neck shirt on. They almost creamed themselves when they saw I had a cheap disposable camera I called my “art project.”

Now there’s nothing wrong with them and they were all very interesting people, but they belong to a group that can be easily—and comically—pegged. When you belong to a group, that group owns you. You will dictate your life based on keeping up with them. You will always evaluate your life based on what others in the group are doing. Yet people feel that if they don’t belong to something they are nothing. They can’t make decisions because they want to do what is perceived as acceptable or cool.

I find it more interesting to dip my wick in many groups, committed to no lifestyle but the one I make for myself, a mix and match that fits my hopefully unique personality. There is no style like the one I create on my own… until I step in a foreign hostel and notice all the other guys are long-haired bearded hippies who dabble in art or writing, distrusting authority and committed to living a frugal lifestyle. Pure coincidence.

Turns out two other people brought hummus.

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that’s why growing out your ear hair to a ridiculous length will truly set you apart from the hordes!

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“If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.” – Katherine Hepburn

Fantastic post. I swear, these past few posts…I think I’m falling for you Roosh!

This is why I like reading your blog. Halfway through I’m skeptical and rolling my eyes, but you nailed it through a little self deprecation.

We’re all slaves to our social programming, but if we can recognize it, we’re half a step ahead of the rest of the “tribe.”

Hmmm. I was up on U street last night. I was thinking much the same thing. You captured it better, however.

“None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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To what extent did those people actually belong to a group? Or is it really that you’re the one doing the grouping?

Great recovery post. fair play.

White people are funny.

I know some people who are going to South Africa to help build some schools and stuff for free. All good and noble, I thought to myself. But later I got-a-thinking: why aren’t Africans building their own schools? Is there a cheap-labour shortage in South Africa? Last time I checked their unemployment rate was around 40%. Wouldn’t those guys like to build stuff? And here come some white people building stuff for free.

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pumpkin butter works as massage lotion

sigh. i miss hummus.

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this sort of herd mentality used to really bother me; especially when it came from those people who like to put themselves out there are ‘alternative’ and ‘independent’. lately, however, i’ve developed a very matrix like view on the world.

i seek out those who’ve managed to break away from the tribe mentality; i try to help those who want to be helped; and i say ‘fuck ‘em’ to the rest. if people want to be sheep, i’m content to let them be sheep.

plus, the sheep are easily manipulated, and therefore, have their uses.

lance’s last blog post: Female Narcissism.

in hindsight, i’m a little disappointed i missed out on the pumpkin butter and tribe identification, but my regret would have been worse if i missed out on the other thing.

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Have any of you guys seend this blog? http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/

These people Roosh describe sound like perfect archetypes.

Like Roosh, I don’t belong to any “social group” either. Sometimes I’d like to just for the sense of community that I lack, but then I hate the feeling of conformity for it’s own sake.

Are they vegan/vegetarian because they want to belong to a group or are they vegan/vegetarian for their own personal reasons?

There’s 6 billion people on this planet. None of us are really that unique.

As a member of above-mentioned tribe, I’m not in the least bit offended by being comically pegged. It’s kind of ridiculous, but stereotypes like these save time. And there’s nothing wrong with multiple types of hummus at a party. But I like meat, so fuck that noise.

That sounds like it could be fun, but it doesn’t really appeal to me. I cook my own food and like to eat/exercise/be healthy, but I don’t like hummus or Apple or consuming things just to be part of a group. I think I’m too out of the loop and in my own little world to “belong.”

chicpeas own you. Have you tried hummus it is some good shit especially in Kuwait.

The larger a group becomes, the dumber it gets. ex. Democrats, Republicans, Christians, Muslims, Catholics, Jews, Americans, Redskins fans, you get the idea. All believing their view is the truth, because it’s what they were told by their parents. If you can’t vote for someone because of their religion, skin color, gender, or anything else they do not have control of, anything other than their qualifications, then you are an idiot. Go COWBOYS!

that’s just about the best piece of writing I’ve seen from you.

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Is that kibbee or am I mistaken?

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a new take on an old favorite… the BIBLE?

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Awesome. I also agree, stuffwhitepeoplelike.com is a good supplemental read.

white people be crazy

I dislike Africa, hummus, and vegetarianism. I hope that makes me edgy.

If I’m a sheep because I like hummus, then fuck it. Baaaaaa motherfucker.

I also live in the U street area and use Apple computers. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BITCH! Sheep pride

Dang sweatpants! Little harsh eh?
Wake the sheeple from their Apple hypnosis!!!
Great post Roosh I agree

dude have you heard of, or watched the movie Surfwise? You may like or dislike the story but you’re gonna love the movie. (slightly related to this article) but totally relating to your blog…

You have a beef with meat if you’re vegan?

i see you used my picture.

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coward

no problem that you used my picture, i use the cc licence anyway! i just found the referrer and dropped by!

;)

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Oh Roosh, just noticed this post. You’re nice giving kudos to that “awesome girl,” but you’re silly making know-it-all generalizations about her group of closest friends. Frankly, if you’d actually made an attempt to strike up a conversation with anyone new on that picnic blanket (VK doesn’t count) instead of mumbling erratically about your awesome pumpkin butter, you might have learned just how different and surprising a “tribe’s” individual stories can be.

For example, you might have met the Ohio farmboy with a giant tattoo of the Angel Gabriel, who is the youngest of ten kids and whose favorite meal happens to be beef chili from a can served over spaghetti. Or you might have chatted with the thirtysomething former parole officer who plays Aussie Rules football and couldn’t give a shit what people think of him. Or maybe you would have learned something about the young Republican son of a current U.S. ambassador, who grew up in– among other places– your own beloved Republic of Iran. Too bad you didn’t even take time to introduce yourself to the Lebanese guy who shares a lot of your sentiments about how ignorant Americans can be toward the rest of the world. With this ridiculous post, I’m afraid you’ve make yourself look just as one-dimensional.

Oh, and by the way– your host brought the hummus.