This is your red pill / pickup "guru," Roosh

Do you want to listen to a guru whose own life is in shambles, one who is poor and unemployed, or underemployed, and living in his mom's basement? Neither do I… way back in the dawn of the player world, I read some of the work done by a guy named Roosh V, who wrote about his pickup/player journey… but pretty early on, something seemed off about him, and, although I didn't track specific passages or moments of "off-ness," I stopped reading him. There is a common refrain among chicks who hate players that players "hate" women, which is mostly wrong, and yet Roosh did seem to resent women, and to have zero sense of proportion… the Internet is a perfect place for people with zero sense of proportion to find one another, band together, and complain.

"Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen," says badass alpha playboy Sean Connery in The Rock, a movie from back in the '90s, when fewer people were fat and more people were normal. Which do you want to be? I prefer the prom queen route. It is not a bad idea to emulate Sean Connery. Unfortunately, the school system today encourages whining, and few adults willingly tell kids, "No one cares about your excuses, only your performance matters."

In his podcast (no link, deliberately), Roosh says that he's now poor and living at home with his mom. He must be 40, maybe older… he says he's found God and become a Christian… no problem with the latter, but should we take his Christianity any more seriously than his life as a player? Or is there something wrong within him, driving both belief patterns and systems? I personally don't recall the part of the Bible the encourages guys to sponge off their elderly parents, but maybe it's in there somewhere and I missed it.

Is Roosh a weird dude, with his weirdness changing shape and form over time?

Look, I do think he learned game and got lays he wouldn't have otherwise, and I'm not arguing that he was a fraud as a pickup guy. But he was also likely fighting against himself, and fighting against girls's senses of who and what a quality guy is. It's knowing the lyrics to the song without hearing the music.

A guy I talk to says he went to a Neil Strauss book signing, a few years after The Game came out, and he said the guys at the signing were like ComiCon (Comic Con?) stereotypes. The more they were Strauss fans, the better they seemed to know The Game (the book), the worse they seemed as people, and as guys who'd do well with women.

Most girls have a subconscious sense of and for a guy's underlying value, social skills, and way of being. Even if a guy appears promising on the surface, if there is something off in his unconscious (his "frame", if you will), in his vibe, in his worldview, the girl might not be able to articulate what is off, but she will sense it, and keep her distance. Girls are the product of thousands of generations of women who learned to trust their instincts about men. Those instincts aren't perfect, but they're better than the average guy thinks. The average guy has a simple mating algorithm, "Hot girl? Want to f**k. Not hot girl? Maybe try to f**k. Hideous girl? Okay, maybe not, unless drunk." The female algorithm is much more complex, probably more complex than Duck Duck Go's search algorithms, because having sex with men is dangerous and, if a woman chooses the wrong man, her and her baby will suffer and possibly die. If your actions, words, or being don't align with your values or beliefs, chicks will be able to tell. Maybe they won't be able to articulate what's off, but they'll tell, and they'll pull back… like they should do.

One reason a lot of chicks regret their sexual antics the next morning, is because the next morning their normal evaluation functions are in place, while alcohol dulls or removes those functions. Normal women think, "I guess this was a negative experience that I should learn from." Messed-up women get online and complain about men, while taking no responsibility for their own choices, go talk to the administrators who have replaced their fathers, etc.

Somehow this guy, Roosh, has 75,000 Twitter followers. If none are paid-for bots, what does that tell us?