• This is one of my favorite posts from all time from Roissy. With that said, since Heartiste has been deleted, this is much needed for the Manosphere. Yes, I looked at the archive but I could not find it. Additionally, Roissy’s best stuff has been from his earlier days when he started the blog - the later stuff of his was much diluted with other political agendas and opinions. With that said, here it is:

    What is it that separates those select few men from all the rest? The ones who seemingly have no trouble getting pussy when and how they want it. The ones who wield illimitable to inflame the desire of women. The key to their power is not money or sports cars or beach houses or post-graduate degrees or 50-inch Plasma TVs, or chocolate covered strawberries on a bed of rose petals or any of that shit. All of that is incidental and only important to the extent that it improves your STATE OF MIND. No, the real source of this power is already within you. It is how you see yourself. It is your decision to move through the world without apology, to set aside complaining for decisive action, to let your brass balls do your talking for you. The quintessential masculine quality women cannot resist is supreme unshakeable confidence. You can be poor, out of shape, stupid, unemployed, addicted to drugs, and meet every one of society’s standards for loser ness, but if you radiate those confident vibes that say you are perfectly fucking pleased with yourself, you will get laid all the FUCKING time. And the kind of women that get wet for such men aren’t just bar sluts, smart women, women with high self-esteem, and MBAs, and even, especially HARDCORE feminists will crave the cock of the man who exudes such power and happily take it in the FACE and UP THE ASS if it means he will grace her with his presence for a little while longer.

    This is the kind of power that matter. FUCK THE NORMAL RULES. You make the rules now. They tell you to give, give, give till it hurts. To do your duty and throw yourself in the blood-soaked grinding gears of the Korporate Akademia Kredentialist Krell Machine in service to society’s great gaping Maw, and then maybe, maybe one day you’ll be lucky enough to get chained for life to some mediocre pussy and infrequent, tepid sex. Whereupon, you will work yourself tirelessly to the bone, shuffling your ungrateful brats, through one societal sacremental rite of passage after another, feeding the endless, insatiable hunger of the machinery of the state. And they will pat you on the head for your devotion to the cause with lateral promotions and certificates of exemplary service and announcements in the local paper and a brand new set of steak knives.

FUCK THAT NOIZE.

There is a dirty little secret they don’t want you to know. And everyone is in cahoots, from the alphas, to the betas, to the keepers of the vagina. And it is this: You don’t need to play by their rules to get what you want. Women will still flock to you if you shit all over everything you were taught you needed to do in order to earn their love as long as you do it with style and unwavering boldness and a TAKE IT or LEAVE IT attitude. Because the simple truth is that the RIGHT ATTITUDE counts for more than all the material possessions in the world. THE POWER IS IN YOUR HEAD.