The Paradise Lost of seduction literature

I head once more into the breach at The Spearhead with a review of Roosh’s Bang. An excerpt:

Merely from the standpoint of diction, Roosh’s book is miles ahead of its competitors. Anyone acquainted with the seduction community knows that it’s a swirling cauldron of nerdiness and weirdness, with its own vocabulary of “HB10s,” “IOIs”, and “neg hits.” Hell, the obnoxiously pretentious term “pickup artist” was invented so these geeks could pretend to set themselves apart from the rest of us grinders. In contrast, Roosh writes like a normal human being instead of a social retard. You won’t have to worry about coming across an undefined three-letter acronym every other page, necessitating a trip to the glossary and taking you out of the moment. He even refers to men who sleep with a lot of girls by the normal term: “player.” Solely in this regard, Bang is a much better read than almost all of the seduction literature on the market.

You know the drill. Read and comment over there.