There is a bittersweet calming feeling reading somebody else’s life experiences and identifying them as if there were your own. On one side of the coin, you get to see that you are not alone in your experiences, that there are others that share it- and on the other side: you realize your experiences are real; the world we live in really is that bad.
I was recently given an advance copy of Roosh’s latest work, Why Can’t I Use a Smiley Face?
With all his latest books detailing his various adventures throughout the world, each an exotic new country I haven’t been to, I was curious what this one would be. It’s one of the few books I’ve seen from Roosh that didn’t carry his standard “bang” title-set. I was pleasantly surprised to see he had documented his journey back to DC.
It’s a short book, totaling around 61 pages. Not to its own detriment, mind you. For a short period of time, while I read it, I felt like somebody else knew my experiences. I felt like I was reading a book written by me!
I’ve had a hard time identifying with certain parts of the game community. Although my game is tight- it really is- and despite past success (quite a bit of it), I’ve noticed a strange trend recently where women were getting bitchier and bitchier. The general attitude around me has dropped. It’s been getting worse, and I’d argue most of this was in the past few years, and surely a lot in ten years.
There must be a regional issue, since a lot of guys I talk to don’t necessarily have the women on hard mode like I experience around here. This makes discussion of game difficult. For some guys, it’s as simple as talking with a few girls, being friendly and outgoing. Around where I am, I find myself going nuclear on women more than being friendly. And it sometimes works, though recently I feel it’s rarely worth it.
Through the book, he documents his stay back in the states, in DC, meeting up with a few friends and sarging the bars. The most amazing (and depressing) thing I kept seeing over and over is how Roosh’s mind worked like my own. In the book, he’s able to detail his thinking process, which is a form of validation to me.
Perhaps this book is a form of catharsis. For those who have seen the decline in American women, this book is a form of venting, to stand solemnly with our brethren and say, “It’s not you, it’s them.” Sometimes that affirmation is enough of a kick in the nuts to make a plan, start saving, and decide it’s time to leave the country.
We discuss on TheRedPill exactly what mechanisms are causing the degradation of American women. It still surprises me when women have such terrible attitudes. It makes me wonder, is it at all possible for these women to ever find happiness? They’ve made access to their sex such a chore, surely no man who is worth it would bother?
I walked downstairs and approached a mediocre girl. She told me she was a model but even in the dim light I wasn’t seeing it. When I tried to get things moving, aware of the little time I had left to make magic happen, she repeatedly told me, “I’m hard, you have to work for me.” No thanks. I left and went upstairs.
“I’m hard, you have to work for me.” I’ll just let these words sink in. How on earth did we get to a place where saying these words would ever be commonplace let alone socially acceptable? I wish I didn’t know the answer. It’s staring us right in the eyes, every day on TheRedPill. We know what happens when somebody gets constant validation. iPhones, Facebook, OkCupid, and then bars- there is an entire network made to inflate women’s self-worth, making the streamline of attention from everybody towards women as efficient as possible. And with almost no negative feedback, why would a woman keep her feet on the ground?
My only solace is that long term happiness is not something promised by their lifestyles.
Throughout the entire book, Roosh describes interactions with various DC women. The cute one, the cougar scene, the bitches, the drunks, etc. The most interesting part about reading this book- the biggest connection I’ve had with a book, mind you- was that each interaction described not only experiences I’ve had, but demonstrated his responses being similar to mine. I’m sure it’s said over and over that bitches aren’t worth your time- but when you’re faced with a population of only bitches, what do you do?
Well Roosh describes in detail exactly what he did. I won’t give away too many spoilers, but needless to say the ending to his book is his salvation, and for me, a new life plan.
Book is slated for release in the second half of March, I'll post up a link when it's available. http://www.rooshv.com
Disclaimer: I have no financial connection to Roosh, just really like his writing. My duty is to the red pill and I will only suggest material I think will benefit the red pill.