1. Start a nightlife, party, and game hybrid blog for the city you live in. Write about going out and having fun. Skip the philosophy and politics.

2. Once in a while, post a picture of yourself. It doesn’t even have to be a clear picture of your face, just something that hints at the strapping man behind the mirror.

3. Blog five times a week. If you’re starting from scratch you have to amp up your quantity to get noticed. Make your content a little sexist, but you don’t have to go full-Roosh.

4. Share a couple sex stories that hint at you being a desirable, experienced man. One of your stories should have the following line: “She told me that no other man made her cum as hard as I did.”

5. Connect with your scene’s top bloggers by commenting on their shitty blogs. It’s okay to be a comment whore as long as you’re giving value. The better your comments are, the more likely someone will click over to your site.

6. Cultivate your audience. After six months and at least 100 blog posts, you should have at least 300 unique visitors a day, half of that from locals. You will get occasional emails and comments from girls that you can follow-up on. If a girl is leaving comments on your blog with her email address, it’s acceptable to contact her privately (in fact, she probably wants you to).

7. Attend local blogger meetups. Among the local set your half-Roosh sexist content should have helped built a reputation that will no doubt precede you. If there are no meetups in your city, coordinate with two other girl bloggers to plan one (they have mostly a female following). Throw a happy hour in a centrally located part of the city.

8. Fuck all the groupies.

I had the most amount of groupies when I ran DC Bachelor, when over 60% of my audience was from DC (now it’s less than 5%). There were monthly happy hours with a freshly rotating crop of vagina that passed my boner test. By 2007, my blogger buddies and I had banged most of the cutest blogger chicks and their readers. (Fun fact: it came out later that both Roissy and I banged the same groupie—what a lucky girl!) Sadly, the quality of groupies soon took a huge dive and the happy hours became more of a support group for fatties once they found out they could get easy attention in spite of their unsightly appearance.

As my readership has gone international, so have my groupies. When I was living in Colombia, I started getting hit up by a Brazilian girl on Twitter. She was gorgeous, so call me beta for making sure to stop by her horrible city in the Northeast for one week of magnificent love-making. Unfortunately, my current crop of lady fans live in random parts of the world. My groupie days have come to an end.

Your first groupie will probably be a thickie blogger chick who wears flip flops, but don’t worry—your quality will increase with your notoriety and blogger status. Soon after that will come the paranoia, where you’re not sure if that chick is looking at you because she likes you or because she knows you. Probably both.

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FIRST YEAR

Two early posts that started getting me attention were whores vs conservative girls and how to get free drinks at Starbucks. By the third month of operation I already had multiple haters and the more I hated on others, the more I got hated on. Go figure.

The blog started taking direction with these posts:

• Brooke Shields Part 1, Part 2
• Women Dating Tips
• American Women Vs European Women (my most commented post)
• You Will Die Alone
• Why Mediocre Women Desire Hot Men
• Most Women Are Only Suitable For One Night Stands
• Bad Game Vs Good Game
• Stop Wearing Flip Flops

At the time there were fewer posts about game than recaps of happy hours and club nights.

The big drama of the year was my epic blog war with “The Senator,” which is nicely documented on this wiki page. Upon winning I took a triumphant victory lap. He has not been seen on the internet since.

The blog wars of yesteryear were far more artfully done and went for emotional impact instead of merely posting private information. Today any slackjawed retard with an internet connection can post someone’s address, but it takes actual brains to force someone’s blog offline with taunts that bring about immense shame and embarrassment. In fact if you have to resort to posting someone’s private information you’ve already lost, because in the end all you’re doing is… posting information.

My favorite post of the year would be Glengarry Glen Ross remix, which was to serve as something you can read before going out. My April Fools gag was getting fired from work.

SECOND YEAR

The blog began to affect my dating life as more girls found out about it. It’s also this time that I started having my first blog groupies (giddy).

I had some guest posters: Sally the intern, Dasha the intern, Chaco, and Miss Metropolis, who you may know as DC nightlife queen Kelly Ann Collins. The hate on them was often vicious.

My rocky relationship towards American women continued with posts like why are you out, diamonds, if I was a girl, and two and out. I even sold t-shirts that read “I Pump And Dump.”

My favorite game posts were the tight game week series, status, and womanly advice.

Besides that I took a blow up doll to the beach and Dupont Circle, made women cry with this post, went to Spain, started thinking about moving abroad with discussion on international women, was saddened by someone’s death, started the player or poseur series, introduced the cost per notch, moved the domain to RooshV.com, and started a new blog called Furball Approved where I’d post funny videos that were reviewed in the voice of my cat. It only lasted a few weeks.

My two favorite posts of the year were my wisdom teeth story and my rules of life. For April Fools I tried to convince you that I was gay.

I had my full name and job posted on the blog of a gay man, who begged his readers to contact human resources. But his information was dated and he ended up posting the place I worked at several months prior. His attempts to destroy me failed, obviously, and I think it all stemmed from the fact that I rebuffed his advances at a blogger happy hour. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

His/her blog was dead last time I checked.

THIRD YEAR

Blogging continued to affect my sex life while I learned that women who showed affection made me happier. I bashed Americans, introduced the flag metric, started learning Spanish, and got tired of women who think they understand women better than men.

Three big events this year: I quit the corporate grind, went to South America, and released Bang. There weren’t many game posts because of the energy that went into the book, but I do like seven ways to improve your game, hung up on the opener, and playful vibe.

My experience in South America led to these popular posts:

• Thoughts
• Guiding Principle Of Male-Female Relations
• 10 Common Travel Scams
• School Of Argentine Girls
• Brazilian, Argentine, and American girls
• Introduction To Brazilian Girls

That last one is the most visited post on the blog right now.

South America beat me up, I came home, and so began the healing process.

While it was a very exciting year for me, it was the worst year for my blog. The content wasn’t that great and I alienated my core audience by writing more about travel than game (it’s no suprise that the year saw the blog’s lowest traffic). I don’t have a favorite post and even my April Fools gag was weak (starting a new blog called Puppy Dogs & Ice Cream).

After this third year I realized that even if I win the Nobel Prize in Physics I’m still expected to mostly write about game. I’ve accepted that. You know there’s things you want to do (have a video blog starring a cat) and then there’s things that you’re good at.

FOURTH YEAR

Back at home I was lost all love for D.C. and realized I wasn’t going to meet the perfect woman, though their easiness did keep me heavily in the game for the next year.

I gave women advice, continued to piss people off (I even detailed the strategy of my haters), was more careful about where I deposited my seed, stopped caring about if a girl orgasms or not, bashed Americans and feminists, shared a masturbation strategy, was a hot girl for a night, stopped taking showers, gave my friend parenting tips, became seriously uninspired with American girls, and got so enraged with cockblocking that I offered a way to stop it for good.

Also I made a travel blog (that is sort of dead at the moment), went to Las Vegas with Virgle Kent, opened the forum (which has become pretty active), put out my philosophy on life, wrote a short story, bartended, made a few videos, put a lot of work into my newsletters, and started teaching workshops on day game.

My favorite game post from the year is how to pick up girls for real, though overall I’d have to go with the perfect woman post. The April Fools gag was moving to Rio for a girl.

This year I considered taking a lengthy break from blogging, but it was more about dissatisfaction with where I was in life at the moment than a dislike towards writing.

FIFTH YEAR

BOOM! KABLAM!

At the risk of letting my ego talk, I think this last year was my best yet. My thinking was clear and my experiences rich, making it somewhat easy to consistently put out good content. I like so many posts that I’m not sure where to start.

I advised you not to date girls who like poetry (e.g Poetry Girl), talked about girls who faked about knowing my blog, dropped some more Argentine girl knowledge, wrote a letter to Virgle Kent, expressed an interest in needy girls and a disinterest in girls who love to eat out, talked about a magical land where lemons are green, got on men’s rights guys while musing about what it takes to be a real man, shot down the idea of banging prostitutes, got stalked by a girl I creampied on a Colombian bus, and defended the honor of a Brazilian guy who got cockblocked by a fat pig

American women got a lot of blog space this year. I wondered about the best age to date one, complimented their easiness while defending the idea of travel to countries that have harder women, responded to a man-bashing older woman, got on feminists who wanted to make bad pick-up lines punishable by jail time, hypothesized about why their brains are damaged, identified one of their universal problems, criticized them for looking like shit while traveling and having children while single, and brought it all home with a conversation about what’s wrong with America.

My favorite game posts:

• The 9 Immutable Laws Of Pickup
• 18 Reasons Why You Don’t Get Laid
• 16 Different Types Of Game
• Definitive Guide To Going Out Alone
• The Secret To Getting Laid
• How To Cheat On Your Girlfriend Without Getting Caught
• The Dark Side Of Game
• Three Reasons Why Guys Fail In The Game
• The Two Things That Tight Game Comes Down To
• Why You Don’t Need To Understand Women
• How Culture Shapes Game
• Be That Guy
• True Cost Per Notch
• Banging Girls Who Don’t Speak Your Language
• Balancing Between Compliments And Insults (Examples)
• Logical Thinking Increases The Size Of Your Sack
• The Best Motivator That Gets You Approaching Girls
• You Can Only Hit Your True Potential By Getting Rejected
• How To Tell A Girl What You Do
• Stop Being Needy
• How To Get Laid Without Approaching
• How To Tell If A Girl Is Serious About Fucking

I also taught a reality workshop, gave an introduction to Buddhism, did a big site survey, put out a video on Medellin, Colombia, shared my dune buggy adventure in a Brazilian beach town while offering travel tips of the northeast and the city of Vitoria, gave a strategy for living abroad, tried to motivate you, shared my system for learning a foreign language, and released my second book.

I closed comments for six months and while everyone says it was a mistake, I’m satisfied that I stayed motivated to blog without the instant feedback and validation. The thirst to share wisdom is within me. (Fun fact: I’ve banned 39 IP addresses since bringing comments back, and put a dozen others in the moderation doghouse.)

My favorite post of the year was what are you waiting for though I really did like how the dune buggy story turned out. The April Fools gag was going to Ethiopia to feed starving children. It absolutely cannot be topped.

Creatively it was a good year and I’m proud that I was focused and disciplined enough to dig all of it out of my huge, throbbing brain. As a result the blog is receiving the most traffic it ever has.

THE FUTURE

My goal here is not win awards for my writing but deliver ideas and experiences in a way that you can learn, understand, apply, or be entertained from. While I’ve said most of what I wanted to say about game, American girls, and South America, I still think I have things left to contribute. As long as I push myself outside of my comfort zone (i.e. stints living abroad), there should always be cool ideas popping in my head.

I don’t know exactly when but I do see myself cutting down on posting from three times a week to eventually two and then one. I think this is inevitable for those bloggers who have been doing it for so many years, as you simply cannot keep up production (and motivation) from your peak. I don’t see this as a bad thing though: as long as the quality remains strong I think you’ll still get a lot of value. In the meantime I plan on putting out a few more books, and I’m currently working on two simultaneously.

Lastly, I wanted to thank everyone for their support over the past five years, for buying my books, taking my workshop, linking my posts from your blogs, and leaving encouraging comments and emails. Otherwise my life would be probably be very different. Thank you.

Here’s to another five years.

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So say I finally convinced a guy to sign up for a gym and he’s going to go three times a week. How should he start?

Well the first thing to do is decide on what exactly he’s trying to do and what is his goal for his body. If he’s fat and wants to lose weight and get toned, he’ll probably want a program with lighter weights and more reps. If he’s skinny and wants to gain muscle mass then the weight will be heavy but less reps. Lifting weights though is a personal science, so the more you know about your body and what it’s capable of the faster you’ll achieve your goals.

How about basic nutrition: what is an easy strategy that will help with muscle growth?

Easy, for muscle growth you’ll want protein plain and simple. You’ll want it from your food and whey protein. Again if you know your body and what it can handle, you’ll want to eat to grow. It gets complicated though when depending on the time of year and where you want your body to be in a certain time. For example, during the fall and especially in the winter I eat one way to gain mass and size. During the spring and summer I eat another way to cut up. But let’s keep it simple: high protein.

I weightlifted for years in addition to intense cardio but never got big. Here in Colombia I weightlifted without cardio for two months and got bigger than I’ve ever been. How do you feel about cardio exercises with weightlifting?

Cardio is a very tricky thing. If you’re a big fat fatty naturally then you’ll need to do a lot more of it and weight lift to get muscle definition and especially if you ever want to see your abs. But guys like you and I who are naturally skinny and have low body fat at our age, TOO MUCH cardio is the enemy. You start doing too much or running for long distances then that will hinder how much muscle you can build. I really never do cardio, never even ran and was huge. But honestly there’s no way to escape doing cardio. I got away with not doing it in my early 20′s but as I get closer to 30, I do it lightly. To get ready for Vegas I only jogged on the treadmill 2 to 3 times a week for 10 minutes. I also would change it up with running incline for 5 of those ten minutes. Cardio is needed.

What are some common mistakes you see guys making in the gym?

Ha, doing some gay ass John Basedow work out they read in Men’s Health, where they try to balance on one foot on a ball while dumbbell curling with one hand and doing an overhead tricep extension with the other. The exercise doesn’t do anything but make the guy look stupid. But the more serious mistake is not asking for help on how to correctly do an exercise. Incorrect form on any exercise is a total waste of time of that exercise.

How do girls react to men with large muscles? How do you avoid being seen as a typical huge guy with muscles?

For the most part I think the girls are cool with it but I also understand that the girls are typically already into guys with muscles. But I find it cute when they find a reason to touch me or feel me up. Sometimes they straight grope and don’t even try to hide the fact. I don’t think if a girl has a conversation with me they can peg me as a meathead. This is DC so as soon as I tell them about my nerdy job working with numbers and spreadsheets in finance it’s kinda of hard to peg me as a meathead. Once I get into my love of Woody Allen movies its a wrap I’m not your typical meathead. I also joke around that I do a lot of Yoga and Pilates and move away from talk of the gym. Basically I try to play up my nerd side.

If a guy takes your advice and gets big, is there anything new he needs to keep in mind when gaming a girl than when he was weak and flaccid?

Yeah, don’t act like a meathead. Don’t talk about your workouts and even going to the gym. Be polite and a little sensitive. It’s easy and tempting to slip into cave man mode (I’ve done it from time to time) and get all “Me Tarzan, you Jane” on them. Over the years I’ve found that being big yet open, approachable and civilized works well with women. You want them to feel like you can protect and take care of them physically but you have a few things to offer them on the emotional side. Be as well rounded as you can be.

How would you describe your overall pick-up style? Does it change depending on city or environment?

My overall pick up style is probably Humor and Comfort. I want the girl to make her laugh, make her feel comfortable as if we’ve known each other for years. I don’t want it to feel like a pick up. I try my best to disarm and charm. A girl will more likely let you put your penis inside her if she feels comfortable about it (of course this isn’t always 100% trust me).

As far as city goes, we’re in DC it’s like marathon training in Colorado or when Goku trains on King Kai’s small planet with 100x Earth’s gravity. It’s harder, the women are ice cold. This city will force you to develop your game mentally or sink. As much as I hate it, I owe my success with women to it because it has made me a better at game. When I go to other cities or environments my game stays the exact same but the response is ten times as strong.

You have the ability to come up with interesting on-the-fly openers that work. Care to share your strategy for doing so?

It’s simply based on environmental observation. I read somewhere that a real ninja can find 10 things in a room to kill you with. I think a guy should be quick and smart enough to find ten things in a room he can talk to a woman about. I think some people make openers way too complicated, just keep it simple and remember that an opener is a reason to have a conversation. When all else fails just make fun of another less attractive girls outfit (just make sure it’s not her friend or sister).

We talked about mistakes that guys do in the gym. But how about in the bar? What do they do which kills their chances of getting with girls?

Reading The Game or Pick Up Blogs and taking it to literally. Picking up is a state of mind it’s not so much what you say but how you say it. Guys hear Peacocking and go out and buy huge gold male sign necklaces, shave a mohawk on their heads, get tear drop tattoos on their face then wonder why no girls in DC will talk to them. They could have simply put a pink pocket square in a blue blazer and gotten the result they were looking for. This is not something you can learn from a book, in a seminar or in one year.

Another thing is how they carry themselves in a room or in the company of women. Mistakes like not making eye contact, hands in pockets, and standing at the back of a crowded bar or away from the dance floor, even when they’re out to pick up girls.

How do you feel about mud turtles?

God bless em. Some nights you’re feeling lazy, you’ve had a long day and your really don’t want to work for it, you just need a turtle. They know how to make a man feel great because they really appreciate the smallest attention you give them. Just try not to go on a Turtle bender… no more than two turtles in a row, then cut yourself off and go for the regulars.

How much longer do you think you’ll be doing this? Do you see an end game in the near future?

Real talk Roosh, I want out so bad I can taste it. This life is all I’ve known since one year out of college. It scares me that each year I get a little bit better at it, this nomadic life, being selfish. You learn to become an actor to force a fake connection with a girl. But if you do this long enough it’s becomes harder and harder to tell yourself or know when you’re not faking it, so what happens when you meet a girl you really like how do you turn this off? If you’re good at being a certain type of man how easy will it be to fail when you try to be a different man.

There will be times when you go on hot streaks and hook up with so many women and feel good for a short while. In a couple of months you won’t even remember their name or the hook up whatsoever. It makes you question what’s the point. But this is a prison of our own creation. We all came in of our own free will. At some point each of us decided that we wanted to know how to be good with women. I wonder if we would have made that same choice if it we knew it meant the loss of emotional connection.

To answer your question though I hope the game ends soon for me but the chances are very slim.

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I had a first date where the girl said, “You must be able to save a lot of money since you live at home.” Problem was I hadn’t yet gotten to that part yet—I never told her my living situation. I asked her how she could have possibly known. She insisted I did tell her, but telling a girl that I live with my dad is such a “big deal” that I always know when, where, and how I brought it up.

On another first date I told the girl that I hang out a lot at coffee shops and she made a comment that I had a “brooding” coffee shop look. Then she said, “You must have good coffee shop game.” I’ve never, ever heard a girl utter the phrase “coffee shop game” in my life. Plus this date took place soon after I first announced my day game workshop.

Another first date. I brought up my South America trip when the girl asked, “So while you were in South America, did you blog about it?” Not conclusive, you’re probably thinking. Well, out of the dozens of times I talked about my trip before, getting asked if I blogged about it has never come up—not once. There’s a million other questions to ask first, like what countries I visited, how long I stayed, what were the highlights, etc.

Another girl. The morning after we met she asked, “So do you live with your Mom?” I told her I didn’t, since I don’t, but then she asked again. I looked at her and said, “Is there something you want to tell me?” She said no. Then on a future date she slipped two more times. First, when I told her I had two younger brothers, she said something to the effect of, “Aww chubby brothers are cute.”

“How do you know they are chubby?” I snapped. (One way to know is the photos that I have put up on the blog.)

Her answer was unsatisfactory: “Oh little boys are always chubby.”

The charade continued, but first let me tell you what two of my groupies did recently. They hit me up on Facebook, properly stroked my ego, and then met up with me one night at a bar. One of the first things they asked me was for their rating on the 1-10 scale. (From time to time I get emails with pictures attached asking this as well). I refused, just because it’s too weird, and that was that. Well my date, while laying in bed, asked me to rate her. She fished by saying, “I’m a 6, right?” A girl that doesn’t know about my blog would never bring up her rating.

There were one more peculiar incident, in Brazil, of all places. I’m in a cab with my date (our second), when she randomly she asked, “Do you have a blog?” At least she was direct about it.

Here’s something one of my students told me:

In Entourage the actor Jeremy Piven plays Ari, and in a recent interview he said that girls he meets never admits that they know him from the show. But every now and then they accidentally call him Ari instead of Jeremy, and then quickly tries to play it off.

Not counting the Brazilian, three out of four girls I mentioned got my attention first. They either made strong eye contact or approached me outright. Based on what I know about the female gender, I’m forced to conclude one thing:

Besides generic compliments, girls are reluctant to do things which announce a man’s value. By bringing up my blog, a girl is admitting that she is a fan or a follower (one stop short of a stalker), and this decreases her value relative to mine. It’s not in their best game interests to reveal that they know me. So they don’t.

What’s irritating to me is that even after a girl slips badly, she still doesn’t admit it. But I know how I’m going to deal with it from this point on. I’m going to ask her so what’s your favorite post, and she’s going to give this fake, confused look, and I’ll fuck her anyway, because if it mattered she wouldn’t be out with me in the first place. But it won’t happen since in only sixteen days I’ll be in Ethiopia.

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I’m doing another happy hour with Arjewtino and Lemmonex at Marvin next Friday. For more details on the concept visit their blogs now.

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Tonight will be the happy hour at Bourbon with my co-hosts Arjewtino and Lemmonex. Check the first floor first. Upstairs doesn’t get going until after 10 or so.

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Next Friday I’m teaming up to throw a happy hour at Bourbon with Arjewtino, a hardcore player posing as a huggable beta for his predominantly female readership, and the lovely Lemmonex, an American woman who actually knows how to cook.

Bourbon is one of the only bars I know that has Stone Pale Ale, a beer that I highly recommend for its woodsy undertones.

This is an ale for those who have learned to appreciate distinctive flavor.

That would be me.

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Ten people you’ll find at a bar, including “the sunglasses at night guy” and the guy who “got off work four hours ago, but is still in his suit and tie.”

Jack Goes Forth is becoming a very pleasurable read as he finds his voice.

Meet Wayne Gerdes, a “hypermiler” who can get over 100 mpg fuel efficiency in an unmodified hybrid. He turns off the car while on the road and drafts tractor trailers, among other techniques.

“We’ve been getting a free ride on the global gravy train. Other countries are starting to reclaim their resources and goods, so as Americans are priced out of various markets, the rest of the world is going to enjoy the consumption of goods Americans had previously purchased. This is a natural consequence of this phony economy.”

Blogger Jeff Simmeron started an internet war with a local coffee chain. If his name sounds familiar it’s because he came to a couple blogger happy hours that Kathryn hosted, where he would pass out business cards with his blog on it. I thought it was a neat idea, but others disagreed. How much I miss Kathryn’s events.

Chart of virginity rates among college students according to major. Mathematics and chemistry majors are the big losers. One word: Communications.

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The first one linked to my player quiz. The word romeo is in quotes, his quiz results state he is a beta male, and he highlights the correct answer to the first question (girls should be viewed as dumb cheap hookers). Most likely to point out how awful the quiz is. A hater.

The second one linked to Chaco’s old skinny girl post. There’s a nice photo of Scarlet Johansen. A fan.

The third one linked to my ejaculation post and got more comments than my original post. Obviously a girl, obviously a fan. I haven’t had sex with a girl from Finland but I would.

By the way if you haven’t heard of the incredible story of how hopelessly outnumbered Finland fought off the Russians in 1939 then take time to read about the Winter War. More here, with videos.

To slow down the 163rd in the north, Finnish ski troops made wide circling flanking movements of 20 to 30 miles under cover of the long night and caught the rear and middle parts of the column by surprise. They found Soviet soldiers huddled around fires in -40° weather easy prey to sub-machine gun fire and grenades. Almost any wound was fatal. As the 44th approached Suomussalmi down the Raate Road, they had to pass between Kuomasjärvi and Kuivasjärvi on a narrow isthmus. 350 Finns in hand-to-hand combat closed the isthmus. Trees were now felled across the road in front and behind with the 44th Division strung out along the road. The 163rd only six miles north engaged in desperate struggles to push the Finns west, but were stopped. Much of this fighting was hand to hand

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Second is I Was In Korea, about a young (?) traveler currently in Dubai who likes picking up girls along the way.

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2. Couple new blogs to check out. The first is The Modern Savage, a pick-up blog, and the second is Bittersweet Amalgam, run by a one Angelo who lives in the DC area. His drawings are hilarious and over-the-top.

3. Yesterday was the first year of the Iranian calender. We celebrated by eating a gigantic stuffed fish. There is a set tradition where you have to lay out several items, each with their own meaning. You eat the goldfish alive when the festivities are over.

4. I leave you this Friday with a quote from an old book…

The starting point of all achievement is DESIRE. Keep this constantly in mind. Weak desires bring weak results, just as a small amount of fire makes a small amount of heat. If you find yourself lacking in persistence, this weakness may be remedied by building a stronger fire under your desires.

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Stop by and do the opposite of what this guy sings about…

Finger Eleven – Paralyzer

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If you spend some time reading his blog you’ll find that he is a true misogynist. He never says he hates women, but it is between the lines in every entry. He has been spurned by women and now has chosen to subjugate them in lieu of therapy. Women are no longer people in his blog, we’re dehumanized, gutted, and decapitated for his pleasure/sadism. We are broken down into color, ethnicity, age, number of sexual partners while the bloggers own color, ethnicity, age, profession, number of sexual partners are inconsequential. I think he should do women a favor and visit a whorehouse with a diverse cornucopia of employees. Maybe if they simulate a bar-like setting and slip him their number, it will have the same effect and he’ll be removed from the effective man-pool. Because college, post-college, and young professional men are of the same mindset I think most of them are a waste of time. To be fair, Roosh says as much in the above entry. I hate him and yet were it not for the blatant honesty of his blog I think I would still be wasting my time on male attention.

I feel somewhat responsible that I sent this girl down some rabbit hole of man hatred, but sounds like that was the direction she was heading.

Speaking of DC blogs, a new one I’ve been reading is Jack Goes Forth.

Postscript:

Strong comment left on her post…

I wouldn’t call Roosh’s writing misogynistic, I’d call them observant.

He writes about his experiences trolling for snatch at bars and clubs.

The women he writes about go out to bars and clubs. They let Roosh game them and then go home with him. They make it easy.

You want to be valued for your mind? You want to be respected for “who you are”? Do you imagine that your career impresses people?

Don’t go to bars and clubs and let the Roosh’s of the world game you.

If anything, you’re the misogynist – you hate the girls who let him get exactly what he wants for only minimal effort. You hate these girls for letting men treat them as orifices to masturbate into. You hate them because large numbers of men will never waste time on girls who demand to be treated “like a human being” – a category to which I presume you belong – when there are so many girls who go out every night and spend hundreds of dollars a year for the privilege of being pumped and dumped by alpha males. I won’t even begin to mention the blatant misandry exhibited by this post. But then again you’re a woman so you don’t have a problem with double standards, right?

Look, every single person in this world is looking out for themselves. Roosh wants pussy. You want to be valued. Although you have a pussy I don’t think you and Roosh would make a good match. You will end up with a beta and Roosh will end up with herpes. In the end, your desire for men who treat women as princesses is no better or worse than Roosh’s desire for women who just want a one-night stand with a rugged ambiguously darkish guy.

In the end, you can’t blame Roosh for telling it how it is. As you admit yourself, his blog is brutally honest. Read more of it. You will learn how men really have always felt about women and will probably always feel about women no matter how many times the Vagina Monologues are performed at college campuses and no matter how many women leave the house every day in power suits.

Could it be that everything about women’s liberation is one giant experiment that couldn’t ever have possibly worked? Strange that 40 years later Roosh speaks for all men, isn’t it?

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Thanks to my co-hosts and everyone else who showed up. I’ll miss a lot of you guys.

Also thanks to the Steve, the owner of Science Club, who treated me well and bought a copy of Bang. And the bartender—she knows who she is.

Postscript: Picture of me and my two former interns, laughing at one of my awesome jokes…

I don’t remember who unbuttoned my shirt.

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2. The Starbucks. I’ll get a tall iced tea ($1.58) and then go through a stack of Spanish notecards. I’m taking a step back to study alphabet pronunciation.

3. The Happy Hour. My last one for hopefully a long time. I’m bringing copies of the book in a Zappos.com box (I just bought these).

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Who: Arjewtino, I Now Pronounce You, KassyK, Virgle Kent, me

When: Friday, June 27 @ 8PM

Where: Science Club

A lot of people are getting ready for summer travel along with myself so why not have a leaving into the unknown theme. As with the previous happy hour, we are continuing our Bring Fresh Meat concept, where it was nice to see fresh meat having stimulating conversation with old meat. I’m going to bring a Sharpie and a few copies of the book (my “Roosh” signature has been perfected after 20 minutes of practice).

Even though this will be my last happy hour for quite some time, I don’t want any tears from the ladies at the happy hour. I’ll be posting plenty of pictures throughout the trip that you can set as your desktop background to maintain the closeness. As for the guys, drink buying and the Persian double cheek kiss and hug combo greeting is acceptable, but nothing gay.

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Postscript: Excuse me for the weakest Happy Hour recap ever. It’s one of those “What happens at happy hour, stays at happy hour” things. Arjewtino, KassyK, INPY, and Virgle Kent had better ones.

A picture:

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When: Friday, June 15 @ 8PM

Where: Grand Central in Adams Morgan

Who: Arjewtino, I Now Pronounce You, KassyK, Virgle Kent, me

We have recruited a new member to the happy hour team: INPY, who displayed his hosting talent at a successful event two weeks ago.

This happy hour will take place at Grand Central, a new bar that I’m really liking even though there is usually a lot of white people. It’s like a cleaner Front Page with better music and more attractive people.

Postscript: For a post that promotes this happy hour better than I just did, go here. The others: KassyK, Virgle Kent, and Arjewtino.

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