I study my haters like a zoologist would study a population of caged primates unable to reproduce. Here are the types of Roosh hate I’ve noticed over the years…
1. Boring / lame. Here haters wonder if I was dropped on my head as a baby. Others ask if I’m ever going to write something that isn’t so incredibly boring or lame, or both.
2. Sexist pig. Seen in the early days and coming from mostly single women (Chase, hedonistic_pleasureseeker), this style of hate equates me to a cold monster who should move to Afghanistan where I can get a mindless slave women since that is what I deeply want. Or a mail order bride. Many state that no accomplished American women will find me tolerable and I will definitely die alone.
3. Overcompensation. This hate insists that I’m a fake alpha who wishes to undue years of being beta, and that I will never succeed at being truly alpha.
4. Overanalytical. These haters claimed I look too much into things, trying to piece together pieces from the wrong puzzle. I should get a life and “go outside” to enjoy things instead of writing about it.
5. Appearance. I’m an ugly, hairy, smelly, dirty beast of a man. Last year for a couple months “hairy” hate was tremendously popular, but has since died down and replaced with comments about me being greasy.
6. Bad writer. My writing style and vocabulary leaves much to be desired and I shouldn’t quit my day job.
I quit my day job and moved in with my Dad. There was an explosive surge in hate with all-new material.
7. Underachiever. Hate comments that say I am a worthless unemployed loser who still lives at home in Dad’s basement. Shows up in seemingly unrelated topics, like cinema. Currently the most popular form of hate and found in pretty much every post.
8. Sellout. I’m a money-hungry hack for having advertisements and that I should get a real job.
9. Gay. Haters claim I’m secretly gay and obviously like very large cocks in my mouth or anus.
Some haters try to aim for the gut with hate that takes some thought and time to construct…
10. I know you. This was used by only two or three accomplished haters. It combines many of the above styles of hate into a well written message that is meant to shake me emotionally. Basic formula: “Roosh, I’ve been reading you for many years now and really want to see you succeed. I think you are a smart man with a lot of potential but now you’re floundering. You’re ruining your life and now you can’t even get a job. I wish you the best of luck but you need to step up, move out of your dad’s basement, and stop being a total loser. If you don’t change things, you will be a homeless begger in a short time. Do something before it’s too little, too late.”
Interesting variant of “I know you” that I’ve seen: “Roosh I like your writing and I even bought Bang, but lately…**insert hate here**”
11. Lost customer. These haters say they were going to buy Bang, but after reading a certain post they have changed their mind and will no longer buy it. This type of hater wants me to feel financial pain instead of emotional pain.
Hater styles come and go. For example “Bad writer” was prevalent in the early days but then subsided. I published Bang and it came back on the radar. “Underachiever” was suspended for the six months I was in South America but returned when the trip was over. “Sexist pig” has not been seen for some time while “Overanalytical” pops up every now and then. And “Appearance” hate continually evolves as my look changes. My haters seem to adjust to me and my content so their hate has maximum strike force, and on some days—depending on the alignment of the moon—they all come out at the same time, unleashing their internet fury on me in wave upon wave of punishing attack.
Now allow me to construct the best Roosh hater comment possible…
Roosh, we went to the same high school together, and we shared many interesting conversations. You were that shy guy and I was that awkward geek girl that developed nicely after high school. You probably remember me. Anyway I googled you and found your blog. I don’t believe what I’m reading, and how sexist you’ve become with your fake alpha male persona. You were a good person back then, but from reading this I just don’t know. Even your writing has suffered, and these advertisements lead me to believe you’re just about the money. The reason I googled you is because I wanted to hang out with you again and maybe even romantically date you, but now I don’t think so. You’ve turned into someone I no longer know or want to know. Whereas before I’d buy anything written by you, there is no way I’m going to buy your disgusting, overanalytical fuck guide, and I will tell everyone I know not to buy it as well. Do yourself a favor: get back on track, get out of your dad’s basement, stop being a gay loser beta douche, and re-enter modern society with a nice paying job. You’re capable of so much more.
A girl who cares,
-Anonymous
Here’s some guesses for possible future styles of hate: long-term relationship (”Look how pussy-whipped you’ve become, beta boy”), moving to a another city / country (”You can’t handle it in cut-throat DC, go back to the minor leagues fucktard”), and less frequent blogging (”You’ve run out of material… hang it up bro it was good while it lasted, and by the way I’m unsubscribing from your RSS feed”).
I ban haters when they least expect it. It’s fun to watch their hate gradually increase in intensity as they gain more and more confidence. I want them to taste power. Months go by and they think they can hate with impunity, then BAM—they are banned and get automatically forwarded to a certain YouTube video meant to inflict upon them great shame, and since they are my most regular visitors, emotional pain as well.
If I still had my old corporate job, which many haters desperately want me to return to for some reason, I’d assign points to each category of hate, store a flask of sweet rum in a drawer, and turn this into a drinking game…
“Greasy hair…” sip.
“Cockgobbler…” full shot.
