Several regular readers have had conversations with me about American Blogger, Roissy. Travelgall, for example thinks he's satire. And since I pointed him out to Juliette, who loved it at first, but now hates him, I thought I'd share my thoughts. I can't work out what I think of him. Whilst I like the fact that he puts his truth out there, and a lot of what he says makes sense and pearls of wisdom like the following should be taught to girls at school in sex-ed...
Your woman must be either an angel on earth, or a dirty whore. A middle of the road typical chick with gangbang experience under her belt or a commitment to the three date rule isn’t going to cut it. If you want to lift yourself to the heights of ecstacy you must feel like you are piercing the womanhood of a truly uncorrupted vagina, or, on the opposite end, spiralling downward into the pits of sin with a filthy slut....Because he does understand the id which drives the basest human desires: he's right, for example about the 3-date rule. Girls I've loved have always fucked on the first date, or held out for much, much longer. But they don't detract from the fact that reading his blog is like looking at a mysoginistic, racist car crash. It's often unpleasant, but you can't take your eyes away.
There is the nagging suspicion that the constant banging on about Alpha superiority is a cover for a less-than-Alpha existence. The constant need to pick up new girls could be covering for an impotence which means he probably needs to have new "pussy" every night. The girls clearly just don't stick around to be "gamed" into spending another night night with a flaccid cock. Allegations of impotence, or indeed closet homosexuality are easy to make, but the fact is we have no evidence either way. He has said that Roissy is an alter-ego, and not the real him. Whatever the reality of Roissy's life, as a 37 year-old single Pick Up Artist and self-confessed player, he may be an 'Alpha' by his own standards, he can dish out, but can't take, which marks him out as a bully, and the lack of respect for people marks him as much less than a Gentleman.
Like a poundstretcher version of Patrick Bateman. (Thank-you, for that one, Juliette)