The United States Of Broken Women

Not until I was back in the U.S. for five months did I go on a date with an American girl I hadn’t already slept with. My game up to that point was only one-night stands and late-night meetups, and while it was serving me well, I was essentially porking the same girl over and over again.

This new girl I took out was a little different—classy and elegant with superb body posture developed from years playing the piano. I initially approached her at a coffee shop and we connected on various levels: we both have traveled extensively, we both speak Spanish, and we both hate D.C. The first date would be judged as a success by most people, with kissing at around the two-hour mark and enough gas left in the tank to keep it going for far longer.

I have a bad habit when I kiss a new girl without sleeping with her (i.e. when there is still sexual tension). For the first night I think about her. I imagine how the relationship would pan out along with all the nice little moments we’ll have, until I snap out of it the next day. But with this girl, my brain wouldn’t go along with my cheesy routine. I struggled to conjure up any sort of future scene between me and her even though we matched quite well on paper. I started to think of the reason why.

If I showed up looking nice on a date with a Brazilian girl, she’d compliment my appearance. An American girl would ask if I was a “hipster,” or make some otherwise neutral comment similar to one a random elderly lady might give in a grocery store line. Do I need a girl to make a positive comment about my appearance? No.

If I was having a great time with a Colombian girl, she’d touch my thigh and say she was having a… great time. When an American is having a great time, she’ll tell a convoluted story about how her friend is dating some guy she met on the internet. It’s my responsibility to flesh out some underlying metaphor that is supposed to represent her feelings for me. Do I need a girl to make a statement telling me she’s enjoying my company? No.

If a Puerto Rican girl likes me, she’d invite me to her home to bake a dish from her country that she suspects I might like. An American girl will offer me her Chipotle leftovers or make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, untoasted. Do I need a girl to cook delicious food for me? No. I don’t need a girl to do anything but spread her legs, but these optional things hit the provider buttons of my brain, telling me that I can put more effort and investment into the girl. They tell me to take a short break from the game and enjoy at least a little bit of time with this new person.

Two days after the date with the American girl, I was out, prowling harder than ever. While she kissed me with enthusiasm and let me begin to make explorations of her petite body, the interaction had the same staleness I’ve become numb to. There was nothing about it that instilled any type of hope or feeling that my happiness would increase if I spent more time with her. The best analogy I can give you is that we were colleagues trying to hide an affair from everyone in the office. It didn’t matter that we were in the dark corner of the bar or isolated in a car, but it’s as if people she knew were watching and judging her, and she was not allowed to say pleasant things or initiate a touch that could be considered “strong interest.” And forget about displays of natural human vulnerability—that’s simply not allowed.

Maybe we were starring in a reality show and she wanted to solidify a hard-as-balls reputation so that she would get a future book deal with an idea she had been tinkering with for the past couple of years: “How To Be A Cutthroat Independent Woman In A Cutthroat World. Did I Mention Cutthroat? Cutthroat!” There wasn’t a scrap of feeling or emotion, and any opening up on my part by making positive but non-needy comments about our interaction would be severely punished with her not returning my texts or calls. Opening up to a Colombian, Brazilian, or Puerto Rican girl would be rewarded with reciprocation and a further deepening of the relationship.

The connection I get from one month with a Brazilian girl is the same connection I can get from spending one year with an American. The former starts calling me “baby” by the second date, something I started to do but actively repress for American girls. I’m two different men—one cold and unaffectionate to get some cheap fucks that tide me over until I’m rewarded for being a passionate, confident man to a grounded woman who knows how to be happy in a relationship.

I’ve dated too many American girls like the one I’m describing to you, so many “coworkers” who wanted to stay professional. (The only time that mask comes off is when I penetrate her—then she adopts a completely different persona that is best described as porn satire.) One reason I have tolerated this behavior recently is I was only interacting with them for a short time until getting to sex. And most of that time was under the influence. Prolonging the process with long-form dating reminded me of how challenging it is to accept this masculinity and lack of warmth, especially when you’ve discovered that it’s not real, that women are really not like this. Believe me when I say I’m not angry, bitter, or sad—I’m only disappointed that the women of my birth country have been destroyed through the work of intellectual man-haters. Or is it the fault of suits in power who go along with the anti-man nonsense to lock up the female vote? All I know is that winning the lottery is only marginally harder than finding a woman who can serve her man like in the not-so-distant past.

Read this profile and tell me if it was written by a man or woman:

I’m an ironically-self-proclaimed “bright young thing” in Washington DC, by way of the midwest. I currently work as a researcher/analyst/Intelligence and Reconaissance Ninja for a social media PR agency, where I anxiously await the DotCom Bust 2.0. I also frequently find myself on the fringes of the DC libertarian movement, having begun my life here as an intern for the free-market think tank mafia. My favorite pastimes include brunch, blogging, sharpening my wit, terrifying people with my charm, self-parody, and digesting the absurdities of the world around me. And in case you were curious, I’m much sweeter in real life.

If you told me this was written by a man, I’d raised my left eyebrow (the only one I can raise independently) at the “much sweeter in real life” statement, but I wouldn’t be particularly shocked. It has the hallmark style of a guy trying to be witty and smart to impress whomever might read it—with the intention of sparking interest in a girl who desires someone with a stable job. Well it’s in fact written by a woman, a term I have no choice but to use loosely these days. After taking several hours and a dozen drafts to get it just right, I guarantee you “she” congratulated herself for coming up with such a powerful! and impactful! description of who she is. While I have no doubt that sexless dweebs who didn’t notice her misspelling of reconnaissance are lining up to shower her with attention, her profile is what I think about when I want to get rid of a persistent boner, or when I want to last longer in the sack while I’m fucking a girl.

I won’t neglect to mention the flip side of the detached, professional woman because I just met her a couple weeks ago—a young lipstick feminist educated in an expensive university. She was sexy but had the bad habit of biting my lip, and not the sensual nibble that increases pleasure, but a sting that caused me to instinctively pull my head back. “Don’t bite my lip like that,” I said the first time it happened. “Oh come on,” she replied. It was my fault I didn’t enjoy the bite, even though it felt like the prick of a novacain needle before getting a cavity filled. She did it again. I’m serious don’t bite my lip. She was insulted. How dare I question her chomps of passion!

She calmed down for a couple hours, but then it came again much harder than before. You might as well have taken a binder clip meant for a stack of papers and put it on my lip to pinch off a piece of flesh. I flipped out and the interaction terminated. I’m certain she went home to complain about me to her friends: “What a loser I met tonight! When am I going to find a real man who can handle this jelly!”

During the five days it took for the little scab to slough off my lip, I wondered where I could score some of the testosterone she must be injecting so I, too, can adopt a take-no-prisoners attitude that she was taught will get her what she wants out of life. In reality the testosterone is not injected directly into her skin—it’s absorbed by her brain through the culture, which is rewarding young girls when they display go-getting aggressiveness that men used to possess. At the same time it punishes the easy-going, compliant qualities that are necessary to maintain fulfilling relationships and sane households. Even basic human traits like charm and flirtatiousness are like abstract paintings in America, nebulous constructs that no one wants to figure out or work on.

I thought back to the Colombian girl who was too meloso (affectionate) after just a couple weeks of dating. Not used to this behavior, I sternly told her to tone it down. I still remember her response—it was the same as a newborn kitten adjusting to earthly light: scared and confused. What a heartless monster she must’ve saw me as! Thing is I was a monster. They say acceptance is the first step, and with each foreign woman I date, I come closer to being a man that I would’ve never been had I not peeked around the corner into the “bad” neighborhood that all the cool kids seem to be sneaking out of.

Grab a random man off an American street. Take away the penis, broad shoulders, and body hair. Add breasts, a crotch hole stingy with its lubrication, and a tendency for inane chatter that is insignificant to all forms of life two minutes after it’s uttered. You have an American woman. I’m not attempting to be funny: I sincerely cannot feel the difference between the men and women of this country once you take away the clothing and hair. Men look and act like fags while women act like men of yesterday, all to make a lot of money in an office park that contains a Starbucks. If you draw a venn diagram of both genders the circles might as well completely overlap. My expectations with women here are so low that going out with one is like spending time with my 7-year-old brother: as long as she doesn’t piss her pants and embarrass me in public, the date was a great success.

The man who doesn’t mind American women is cold and disconnected himself, hopelessly confused about his masculinity and his place in the world. I’d be an easy cheap shot for me to say “they deserve each other,” but the truth is no one else wants them. If a Brazilian man couldn’t fuck an American girl, he wouldn’t spend a minute with her on a beach in Rio while educating her about his culture. If a Russian girl couldn’t get a greencard from an American man, she’d rather put up with the alcoholic trolls dying off like flies in her own country than swallow her pride and post a dating profile on the internet.

An American man mating with his own kind reminds of when I saw two stray dogs having sex on a South American beach. The male had a little bicycle tire stuck around his neck which was attached to a long rope that trailed behind him (put there by some teenager I imagine), while the female was a nasty little thing infested with boils that finally let the male mount her next to a heap of trash. Locals and tourists were laughing at the scene, rushing to grab their cameras to take pictures. The dogs finished their business oblivious to the mocking.

One day later and the tire and rope was still attached to the male. I’m certain he died with it. The American man is not as helpless—he is free to remove the tire and rope, but decades of brainwashing have led him to believe that a fucking tire around his neck is the way things should be and that there is no alternative. Like the feral dog, he will fade into oblivion unaware that people are laughing at him when he copulates with the man-beast he calls a woman, or worse, a wife.

While traveling I rather say I’m a dirty Muslim Turk than an American. Seeing drunk douche bag Australians pull over my American counterparts is all the proof I need that the people from my country turn off others. Our culture of money and flash is universally admired, but the ignorant, fat, and lost populace that make up 99% of this country is wholly revolting to those who accept what it means to be human. The less American women I date and the more steps I take back from what it means to be American, the more I feel like a real person.

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Perhaps there is a scientific reason to explain what you just wrote? Here is an article:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/earthcomment/geoffrey-lean/6418553/Why-boys-are-turning-into-girls.html

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Dude,

I’ve been reading your blog for well over two years. I enjoy your style and writing, etc. But after reading this post, I think its time you moved permanently. Like my Dad told me a long time ago, “Its fine to complain once. But I don’t want to hear you complain twice if you are prepared to take action to eliminate your problem.”

Don’t fight it. Move on and self actualize.

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It’s fucked up, but the things you write about American women are true. Both my parents are foreign, and growing up I never really felt ‘American’. I’ve had different views and expected women to be different because of my observations of my female relatives growing up. They were affectionate, and nice. Then I grow up in this society and find that I have to change who I am and how I act to fuck these girls, who inevitably I find I never want to date anyways.

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Shit… typo.

“Its fine to complain once. But I don’t want to hear you complain twice if you aren’t prepared to take action to eliminate your problem.”

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Yea the only problem with westerners traveling the world is we gonna bring the shit with us.

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Funny how history repeats.

Ezekiel 16
Jerusalem as an Adulterous Wife
1 The word of the LORD came to me: 2 “Son of man, confront Jerusalem with her detestable practices 3 and say, ‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says to Jerusalem: Your ancestry and birth were in the land of the Canaanites; your father was an Amorite and your mother a Hittite. 4 On the day you were born your cord was not cut, nor were you washed with water to make you clean, nor were you rubbed with salt or wrapped in cloths. 5 No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough to do any of these things for you. Rather, you were thrown out into the open field, for on the day you were born you were despised.

6 “‘Then I passed by and saw you kicking about in your blood, and as you lay there in your blood I said to you, “Live!”[a] 7 I made you grow like a plant of the field. You grew and developed and entered puberty. Your breasts had formed and your hair had grown, yet you were stark naked.

8 “‘Later I passed by, and when I looked at you and saw that you were old enough for love, I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your naked body. I gave you my solemn oath and entered into a covenant with you, declares the Sovereign LORD, and you became mine.

9 “‘I bathed you with water and washed the blood from you and put ointments on you. 10 I clothed you with an embroidered dress and put sandals of fine leather on you. I dressed you in fine linen and covered you with costly garments. 11 I adorned you with jewelry: I put bracelets on your arms and a necklace around your neck, 12 and I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears and a beautiful crown on your head. 13 So you were adorned with gold and silver; your clothes were of fine linen and costly fabric and embroidered cloth. Your food was honey, olive oil and the finest flour. You became very beautiful and rose to be a queen. 14 And your fame spread among the nations on account of your beauty, because the splendor I had given you made your beauty perfect, declares the Sovereign LORD.

15 “‘But you trusted in your beauty and used your fame to become a prostitute. You lavished your favors on anyone who passed by and your beauty became his. 16 You took some of your garments to make gaudy high places, where you carried on your prostitution. You went to him, and he possessed your beauty.[b] 17 You also took the fine jewelry I gave you, the jewelry made of my gold and silver, and you made for yourself male idols and engaged in prostitution with them. 18 And you took your embroidered clothes to put on them, and you offered my oil and incense before them. 19 Also the food I provided for you—the flour, olive oil and honey I gave you to eat—you offered as fragrant incense before them. That is what happened, declares the Sovereign LORD.

20 “‘And you took your sons and daughters whom you bore to me and sacrificed them as food to the idols. Was your prostitution not enough? 21 You slaughtered my children and sacrificed them to the idols. 22 In all your detestable practices and your prostitution you did not remember the days of your youth, when you were naked and bare, kicking about in your blood.

23 “‘Woe! Woe to you, declares the Sovereign LORD. In addition to all your other wickedness, 24 you built a mound for yourself and made a lofty shrine in every public square. 25 At every street corner you built your lofty shrines and degraded your beauty, spreading your legs with increasing promiscuity to anyone who passed by. 26 You engaged in prostitution with the Egyptians, your neighbors with large genitals, and aroused my anger with your increasing promiscuity. 27 So I stretched out my hand against you and reduced your territory; I gave you over to the greed of your enemies, the daughters of the Philistines, who were shocked by your lewd conduct. 28 You engaged in prostitution with the Assyrians too, because you were insatiable; and even after that, you still were not satisfied. 29 Then you increased your promiscuity to include Babylonia,[c] a land of merchants, but even with this you were not satisfied.

30 “‘I am filled with fury against you,[d] declares the Sovereign LORD, when you do all these things, acting like a brazen prostitute! 31 When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment.

32 “‘You adulterous wife! You prefer strangers to your own husband! 33 All prostitutes receive gifts, but you give gifts to all your lovers, bribing them to come to you from everywhere for your illicit favors. 34 So in your prostitution you are the opposite of others; no one runs after you for your favors. You are the very opposite, for you give payment and none is given to you.

35 “‘Therefore, you prostitute, hear the word of the LORD! 36 This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Because you poured out your lust and exposed your naked body in your promiscuity with your lovers, and because of all your detestable idols, and because you gave them your children’s blood, 37 therefore I am going to gather all your lovers, with whom you found pleasure, those you loved as well as those you hated. I will gather them against you from all around and will strip you in front of them, and they will see you stark naked. 38 I will sentence you to the punishment of women who commit adultery and who shed blood; I will bring on you the blood vengeance of my wrath and jealous anger. 39 Then I will deliver you into the hands of your lovers, and they will tear down your mounds and destroy your lofty shrines. They will strip you of your clothes and take your fine jewelry and leave you stark naked. 40 They will bring a mob against you, who will stone you and hack you to pieces with their swords. 41 They will burn down your houses and inflict punishment on you in the sight of many women. I will put a stop to your prostitution, and you will no longer pay your lovers. 42 Then my wrath against you will subside and my jealous anger will turn away from you; I will be calm and no longer angry.

43 “‘Because you did not remember the days of your youth but enraged me with all these things, I will surely bring down on your head what you have done, declares the Sovereign LORD. Did you not add lewdness to all your other detestable practices?

44 “‘Everyone who quotes proverbs will quote this proverb about you: “Like mother, like daughter.” 45 You are a true daughter of your mother, who despised her husband and her children; and you are a true sister of your sisters, who despised their husbands and their children. Your mother was a Hittite and your father an Amorite. 46 Your older sister was Samaria, who lived to the north of you with her daughters; and your younger sister, who lived to the south of you with her daughters, was Sodom. 47 You not only followed their ways and copied their detestable practices, but in all your ways you soon became more depraved than they. 48 As surely as I live, declares the Sovereign LORD, your sister Sodom and her daughters never did what you and your daughters have done.

49 “‘Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. 50 They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen. 51 Samaria did not commit half the sins you did. You have done more detestable things than they, and have made your sisters seem righteous by all these things you have done. 52 Bear your disgrace, for you have furnished some justification for your sisters. Because your sins were more vile than theirs, they appear more righteous than you. So then, be ashamed and bear your disgrace, for you have made your sisters appear righteous.

53 “‘However, I will restore the fortunes of Sodom and her daughters and of Samaria and her daughters, and your fortunes along with them, 54 so that you may bear your disgrace and be ashamed of all you have done in giving them comfort. 55 And your sisters, Sodom with her daughters and Samaria with her daughters, will return to what they were before; and you and your daughters will return to what you were before. 56 You would not even mention your sister Sodom in the day of your pride, 57 before your wickedness was uncovered. Even so, you are now scorned by the daughters of Edom[e] and all her neighbors and the daughters of the Philistines—all those around you who despise you. 58 You will bear the consequences of your lewdness and your detestable practices, declares the LORD.

59 “‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says: I will deal with you as you deserve, because you have despised my oath by breaking the covenant. 60 Yet I will remember the covenant I made with you in the days of your youth, and I will establish an everlasting covenant with you. 61 Then you will remember your ways and be ashamed when you receive your sisters, both those who are older than you and those who are younger. I will give them to you as daughters, but not on the basis of my covenant with you. 62 So I will establish my covenant with you, and you will know that I am the LORD. 63 Then, when I make atonement for you for all you have done, you will remember and be ashamed and never again open your mouth because of your humiliation, declares the Sovereign LORD.’”

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More succinctly, “This is the way of an adulterous woman: She eats and wipes her mouth and says, ‘I’ve done nothing wrong.” – Proverbs 30:20.

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I probably should have just posted a link:

History repeating:

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel+16

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the best girl I ever dated took nearly a year to cook something for me at my place. it seemed like a constant struggle to get her to do it. and when she finally did it, the food sucked. terrible. suddenly my memories of her aren’t as fond…

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Long winded much? That read like a thirty page New Yorker article, just not professionally writter.

You finally go out on a date with a girl you met, because you got tired of banging some chubby 5 who puts out but not much else.

Doesn’t sound like you are used to quality American women.

So, you go on the date, and she doesn’t fawn over you and help assuage your insecurities.

You kiss her, maybe she was just bored or decided she didn’t like you.

Instead of just manning up and realizing shiat happens, you read way too much into the situation, and slip into your classic and tiresome routine of blaming everything on the United States.

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Genesis–brain dead brain washed Feminatzi

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I’ve traveled as much as he has and have come to the same conclusion. His assessment is correct and your’s isn’t.

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It’s really not that long. You’re just another impatient American faggot who can’t be bothered to pay the fuck attention for more than 5 seconds

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I love this post. Probably because it is very complimentary to South Americans…

I have an addition to your analogy on the American woman. This time, the American (or Anglo man). You take a man who is cold, unaffectionate, un-chivalrous, unromantic, and stoic and you introduce him to a deeply loving very affectionate and giving girl and you will usually end up with an very affectionate and caring man. I think this is due to the fact (i’m speaking from anecdotes I’ve heard from men) that some men don’t really know how to handle women in a highly litigious, feminized, PC society such as the USA. When we were first dating I asked my husband why he wouldn’t hold the door open for me, and he said that women in his country would berate him if he tried to do that- as if the couldn’t do it themselves. He also told me he felt like he was oppressing me when i made him dinner. Haha! Those days are long gone.
This is the best advice I can give women. If there is anything such as ‘girl game’ it is to be very sweet, feminine, and loving.

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Clearly Genesis is an American woman who wants guys to “man up” and accept their shitty behavior on a daily basis. No good deed goes unpunished with American women. Pump and dump has become the status quo.

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right on

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Yeah it’s pretty sad.

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Good article, but you are writing the same shit that Mark Ames wrote ten years ago. See eXile back issues from that era.

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Any man who has experienced foreign women will feel like this.

I made a Chinese girl cry a few days ago, and unlike every single American girl, I actually felt bad for her. Why? Because her previous actions had all pushed my provider buttons. Why don’t American women elicit my sympathy when they cry? Because they act like men, and if a man cried over the same stupid shit women cry over, I would feel revolted by him.

By giving up their femininity, American women have given up everything that makes men want to care for them.

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Foreign women are simply superior to American women.

It is not like you see tons of rich Chinese, Brazilian, Colombian and Russian cats coming to America to land an American girl, do you?

– MPM

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G: Brilliant, well stated ! Bravo

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Whenever I hear “man up” I feel the need to ejaculate on that persons face. Nice shamming language Genesis.

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Well said

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It’s the “grass is greener on the other side” mentality; however, even in my College library do I see the trends noted countless times on this blog.

I watch football and can’t help to notice that I’m practically unable to see physical differences between the offensive line and offensive American women. The Nazi Fat Ladies of America is the new NFL.

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One of things I’m not looking forward to when I return to the U.S. is the women. When I go on Facebook it is a great reminder of how stupid and masculinized most of them are.

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This is completely ridiculous and intellectually dishonest.

The people posting here need to get a hold on their emotions, and try to see some objective facts.

There are over 150 million women in the United States.

Even if only 50 million of those are 18-35, and taking out another 50% for those who are married or obese, that still leaves 25 million.

If you can’t find a woman to your liking here, either you are not looking in the right places, or the problem is you.

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“classy and elegant with superb body posture developed from years playing the piano”

Posture is so important, for both men and women. That is one thing it seems that 90 percent of the population has lost.

I remember starting a job in New York several years ago, and there were a variety of cute girls. One girl caught my eye. She didn’t have the prettiest face or the nicest ass. But she had excellent posture. It just looked so dainty and ladylike. I noticed it immediately.

She was Swedish.

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Perhaps part of the problem is that when an American man travels abroad, he gets a bump in his status so women treat him differently than back home. Also, women are seeing him as a potential fling as opposed to a potential long-term partner.

I would guess that Roosh does a lot better with women who see him as a potential fling.

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I was cold until I dated a Bzln girl. I suddenly learned to love affection. It was like an awakening of my human spirit.

It is our duty to raise the standards and say “not good ’nuff” when some Fem nazi makes the relationship feel like you are talking to an HR person.

Men and women have been hoodwinked, bamboozled and conned into believing in “equality.” Men and women are different and differences should be embraced and respected.

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Great post Roosh. So true, and one of my favorite ones since I’ve been following your blog. I echo your sentiments.

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Great Post Roosh! Thought Provoking and oh so True.

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Wow, lots of negativity toward this post. It’s sad, actually.

I’ve been subscribed to this blog for about six months, and this is the best thing I’ve read on it. It’s honest and heartfelt. I think people who are saying that he’s complaining are completely missing the point. This post was written by someone who is keenly aware of his own flaws, someone who can offer a unique perspective on life, and someone who isn’t just complaining–some of the insights in this post suggest that he has meditated on these topics for sometime. Others would be wise to take note.

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No doubt I run into the same American ball busters you describe. But that is, at most, half of the attractive American women I meet in Houston. DC can’t be that much different. Have you considered you are attracting this type?

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” I donâ��t need a girl to do anything but spread her legs, but these optional things hit the provider buttons of my brain, telling me that I can put more effort and investment into the girl. ”

Yes.

An American girl will take a load to the face long before she cooks you a dinner or pays you a real compliment. This is women’s liberation.

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Your best post ever

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you came hard with it today.

Some good little nuggets to chew on.

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Great post, Roosh. I’m a gay American guy living in Latin America. I’m a regular reader, because I get a lot out of studying hetero pickup. Many (but not all) of the same principles apply.

The gay guys here are tender and “entregado” (they don’t hold back). I’m not sure I could go back to American guys.

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Wow. I barely recognize the landscape of “American women” you are talking about. I am no master of game. In fact, I recognize in my past self many “beta” mistakes. However, I have never had a relationship with a woman who is at all like you describe. I’ve MET cold bitches like this, but I have never pursued them. I find them very easy to avoid.

The (mostly big-city American) women I have actually gone to bed with and developed relationships with have mostly been warm, soft, feminine, vulnerable, giving women. The “hardest” woman I’ve ever dated nonetheless LOVED to cook for me — she asked to do it all the time. Most women I’ve dated have been smart and ambitious (college professor, science grad student, architect, several media professionals) and none had any trouble falling in love like a schoolgirl and showing vulnerability. And certainly none ever turned off her real self and behaved like a disconnected porn actress in bed. (I’ve had a couple drunken one-night stands like this, but it’s never been a chronic problem I’ve run into.)

Does achieving the highest level of game cause a man to perceive the world this way? Or does game shut off your emotions, so that’s what you get in return? Or is it just D.C.?

Anyway, I feel for you. The world of women you describe is horrifying and frightening. But I just don’t recognize it, even as I am surrounded by American women.

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Bob–where are you meeting these women ? I am 51

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What did you mean with the comment at the end about australian douchebags pulling over your American counterparts??

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Some grea pov’s here Roosh. I do completely agree that Western Women (unfortunately Western Euro women as well) are more or less victims. I do not hold it against them, its not even their fault. Much like the one time rough and tumble regular whjo after much indoctrination,crosses his legs like a bitch, goes to poetry slams, talks more about his feelings etc. not because he really likes this stuff, but more or less because MTV, GQ and some lefty university told him its how a man should be.

I mean look at us..I’ve said before and don’t mind reminding all of the reaers, that we in USA buy our daughters baseball gloves and fucking Karate lessons!! As soon as you cross into Mexico the girls are wrapped in pink from head to toe, cherished like doll babies, taught to dance classic and cultural dances, knit and care for children (preporation for bieng a wife and mother) and ultimately remain feminine, caring and all in all better long term dating and or wife material.

Our daughters here are confused. It is in our nature to be only what we are by nuatural law, but when you are taught from day one that you need to be the “toughest little chick” on the block you are just fucked. The social dynamic between men and women is ruined at that point. People can kick and scream about equality and “rights” but you cannot fool mother nature.

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Hey, man. You say a lot of things (which you have said before in 1000 different ways) about women, but seem unwilling to do anything about it.

I don’t just mean moving to a place with different social customs, although that is a solution. Maybe you could take responsibility for the interactions you have with women (you’re 50% of them!) and see if you can give these girls the opportunity to be sexy, and by that I don’t just mean telling cool stories, being un-needy and then going for the bang at the end of the night.

I hope it doesn’t sound new-agey that the energy you’re putting into your interactions tends to be mirrored back at you, and I get the strong impression that your time with women is methodical, mechanical and totally unemotional. Maybe, just maybe, you need to change your Game rather than change ‘American Women’.

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A little long, but very awesome post.

For all those saying Roosh is taking the easy way out or blaming the US, go travel somewhere. Seriously once you live abroad, you’re changed for life.

I think part of the reason many of these problems exist is because of the number of betas out there. If a girl compliments a guy or does something for him, he falls head over heals in love and bows down to her. Guys in other countries definitely don’t have this reaction.

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I think all of these issues are exacerbated by the fact that you’re in DC. I live in a big city too and definitely see this sad reality, but I imagine it’s worse in some regions of the US than others. I haven’t spent much time in the South but I hear the women are a little more traditional.

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You know…even though I agree with pretty much all of what you say, I feel like some guys are getting away from our “hands on” approach to problems in our household. How many of us know how to change our own oil in our car? Or build something with our hands? (that actually requires sawing and measuring, not something that just requires connecting pieces together) When i was growing up, my father taught me how to make myself useful by working with my hands.
So it’s one thing for all of us guys to complain about women not being able to cook, for example, but I know for a fact that a lot of us have gotten soft in that respect. We expect everything to be built or prepackaged, or have simple to follow instructions included. When’s the last time any of you set foot into a Home Depot? Honestly.
Lots of our food comes prepackaged or has easy to follow instructions as well. Now this doesn’t completely excuse women from acting the way they do, because its clear that refusing to even learn how to fry a goddamn egg isn’t their only problem, but it’s just a suggestion that maybe being a little more…manly and hands on will encourage some women to warm up to some of their responsibilities as well. We’re ALL getting fucking lazy, men and women alike.

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set foot in a Home Depot?
you corporate bitch
why don’t you smelt your own nails, faggot?

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This comment is fucking gold!

I’ve never seen a bigger bunch of disgusting feminized group of men as I’ve seen in America.

Masculine activities like building, mowing the lawn, fixing things or as simple as changing a fucking tire, have all gone to shit. Yet, they expect their women to remain chaste, demure and adept at cooking.

It would take too much time and energy to explain the clear hypocrisy. America has become this festering shit of everyone blaming each other; no one is willing to look inward to things that they can improve. It’s all good. They all deserve each other anyway.

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Roosh-

Dating in DC is cold and calculating possibly in part due to the rapid turnover of young professionals. It’s important for them to maintain an “image” and as a social climber/aspiring professional instead of just cutting loose and not giving a $hit. DC is warped more than most places, there’s still traditional values and hope in the rural and small towns of America with charm and social niceties, and a sense of community vice the alienation experienced within the beltway. Dating can actually be more rewarding when it’s not a job interview – that’s why I love it when people in DC bear quizzical expressions when I ask what they do for fun outside of work… and if they ask me what I do, I answer, “whatever the fuck I feel like.”

It also has to do with the homogenization of the modern workforce- the knowledge based economy that is conductive to rampant androgyny. There’s few traditional masculine and vica versa feminine roles in the workplace in the beltway bubble.

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This is a post that only those who have been with foreign women will “get.”

I’d like to say that American men at least live in a fool’s paradise. Yet the American male finds himself in one lame relationship after another. Once you meet a Brazilian at the door to pick her up for her date, and see a woman who smells like tropical fruit, has worn glitter on her cleavage, and is wearing a dress with knee-high boots….

The biggest difference between foreign and American girls is noticed in bed. What’s it like to be with a woman who, more than anything, wants to please her man? Most Americans have never had that experience. (And to the haters: Being with a woman who *wants* to please me makes me *want* to please her. It’s actually in a woman’s self-interest to please her man.)

The Americna male is not living in a fool’s paradise. He’s a fool, living in hell.

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It takes two to tango. As evidenced in that I agree with #37. If you don’t know how to change your own oil or take care of things around the house, don’t expect a woman to assume some roles you would prefer she take up. I was shocked to find that I couldn’t buy motor oil in the Targets around here. Additionally, I also agree with #39, Brazilians do have an aura… they are genuinely happy to see you and know how to dress sexy. But it takes being a man yourself to attract that kind of woman.

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roosh! must be DC.here in austin, the american women are very friendly, very feminine. I’m Indian and American women are such sweethearts. Sure, Feminism has mucekd with their head, but they are still superior to women from many nationaolities including…ahem! Latin women. Maybe it’s that Latin women are very nice to White boys. They are mean as hell to the Brown Boys. May American women be happy. They are wonderful. As you once said, “An american girlw ill sleep with a homeless bum if he makes her laugh”. No other woman would do that. Yet, Y’all call them materialistic. Come off it.

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yes, and later she will mock him to her friends and keep the part about fucking him, a total secret from her future boyfriends, husbands, orbiters, and beta providers.

What’s not to love??

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(Being with a woman who *wants* to please me makes me *want* to please her. It’s actually in a woman’s self-interest to please her man.)

Amen. And not just in bed either.

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Roosh, when are you going to reveal where you are heading in January?

Enough with the suspense.

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Fascinating Roosh.

I’ve noticed something along these lines — the woman may be feminine, warm, sweet, etc, and showing lots of appreciation for me, soon after meeting her, but if I seem open to her, if I don’t seem like I’m cold, hard-hearted, elusive or armored, she quickly seems to assume I’m a total softie and completely available to her, and she drops me like a rock.

It seems these women cannot perceive that there can be a good middle zone between the extremes in men. No. Either you’re a cold grinning bastard James Bond type, or you’re a crotchless teddy bear wuss, hoping to be her doormat.
She wants me only if I hide about half of my personality from her. This really limits how much I can enjoy her.
It would be like a sales clerk thinking anyone casually browsing merchandise must be eager to buy it at any price. Seems like stupidity, but it must be something else. What?

Many great comments here today too — high quality insights (such as Bob @ 31, Evan @ 34, and Fireworks56 @ 38, and others).

Seeing some amateur critics say today’s post is “too long” is funny.
I didn’t know there was a standard or consensus on the proper length of a daily blog post.
Where is the rule book posted?
Complaining about the length of a free offering sounds like demanding that the world cater to your need for everything to be quick & brief.

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41. DoesNotMatter

So are you willing to marry that woman who slept with a homeless bum because he made her laugh?

Idiot.

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I think you’re setting yourself up for more disappointment. For all the nice things you say about Brazilian women you don’t seem to have had any success in keeping an ltr going with them than those awful American women.

By all means get out of the US (I did and have no plans on returning long term), but you can’t expect to get more than you give in a relationship.

You’ve honed and developed your skills in getting one night stands (that don’t seem to offer any emotional fulfillment for you) and in short term flings (where you’ve hit the law of diminishing returns the 100th fling is a lot less engaging than the first 3 or 4). A lot of guys never get tired of one night stands but you’re apparently not one of those. You also want something more from women but can’t yet articulate it. You won’t make an ltr work until you can.

I think you need to travel some more but don’t be surprised or disappointed when new countries start to become just as boring as the latest one night stand. That’s when you pick a country that works for you (not necessarily the one you like best, but one where you can live and support yourself, be reasonably happy nd try to keep an ltr going).

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Roosh… life is too short to be doing shit you hate. To surround yourself with people you hate. Go abroad and enjoy your life while it lasts.

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Very good post, hit close to home. I have a question, though, Roosh–have you ever tried dating girls who live in northern virginia? Not arlington, which is just DC for social-climbing status seekers who also can’t spend more than $1000/month on rent–i’m talking fairfax, reston. or bethesda or rockville?

In my first year and change in DC, I’ve gone on about 25 dates. the sample of girls have been split fairly evenly between DC girls and girls who lived in the DMV suburbs. I’ve also noticed a definite split personality-wise–one group tends to be friendlier, more feminine and laidback. The other is more calculating, plays more “games” and, uh, are more likely to be lawyers. I’ll give you a flying guess which is which.

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yikes, you hit the nail dead on the head…

Good job pointing out that American men are also usually cold, dumb, and generally an embarrassment.

It’s like when I speak Spanish I can be extremely romantic and sweet, but I can’t imagine the same words coming out of my mouth in English… when you said dating here is like being with a co-worker or reality show contestant, DEAD ON.

I would look for a different culprit then feminism though… how about a culture based on conspicuous consumption, superficial status, in a word capitalism.

People outside the US who ask me about US current events are so confused… “Why are all these people protesting in Washington… oh, because of health care, so they want to have a normal health care system now? Oh… they’re protesting because they DON’T want everyone to have health insurance… hmmm…”

Meanwhile people on the “other side” (yeah right) hold their protest, not in favor of anything, but just to make funny of how “silly” the “other side” looks because they care too much about things.

F America.

There are a few very genuine and warm people here but their nature is being tested and they’re getting harder and harder to find.

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ps @Jake (#13)

Mark Ames (and his co-writer Matt Taibi) have really interesting things to say about the world and US culture in particular.

Ames is still publishing Exiled Online and Taibi helped start the Buffalo Beast (very funny) but has since become freelance I think, doing some good Rolling Stone investigative pieces.

Roosh if you’re going to Russia or Eastern Europe you should immerse yourself in at least the archives of the old Exile.