Fix Your Posture in Five Minutes Per Day

In my first yoga session ever, some time in 2006 or 2007 in London, the teacher began with what looked like an amazingly simple pose. It was the so-called Mountain Pose. All it requires you to do is put your feet together and stand upright. You stick your chest out, pull your shoulders back and keep your chin straight. We were supposed to do this for a couple of minutes.

I have been doing sports for many years, which meant that at this point in my life posture was no longer an issue for me. However, the same was not true for many of the people around me. For some, ADHD probably made the Mountain Pose even more challenging for some, but the main issue was of a different nature. Some girls were complaining that it was "difficult" to stand still for so long and keep the balance. One guy had to remark that his shoulder would hurt, and finally someone complained that it felt "unnatural" for him to stick his chest out. It was a pretty average beginners' class.

Our teacher took a long hard look at us. If he thought that some of us were pathetic, he surely didn't let them notice. Yet, he reminded us that modern life was "unnatural" and would lead us to "get out of touch with our true self". This is typical yoga new-age mumbo jumbo. But then he said something I found quite impressive:

"All I am asking you to do is stand tall, like humans are supposed to stand. If this is difficult for you, then you might want to think about how, quite literally, move through your life."

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Roosh Spends Two Weeks In Canada, Can't Get Laid

Mace, a member of my forum, compiled statements of Roosh's current failed sex-trip to Canada. He dug up the quotes, I am merely reproducing them here.

Roosh in Montreal:
http://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-16956.html

The pressure of these flag missions is getting high. If I get the flag it's no big deal, because I'm supposed to. But if I don't, then that's a pretty big failure. I will admit that the pressure does drive me. My first month in Croatia there was no pressure since I knew I was staying long. 

Still trucking along. Day game is much easier in cafes than the street. Night is okay. The ratios aren't bad, but huge social circles are killing me. 

I don't know... I think I've lived in EE for too long to enjoy this city. It feels like Sweden to me (but with thinner girls). Being an American really isn't a DHV, so my labor is quite high. 

[Note: In Sweden you have to make an effort to spot overweight girls. This reminds me of the vitriol he spewed about Denmark. Just because Roosh doesn't get laid doesn't mean that the women aren't hot. However, it means that Roosh will invariably speak badly of a those countries.]

I'm also not used to the heavy intoxication level. Lots of girls can't keep it together, so the social circle babysits them. I was doing okay with a French girl last night, but she abruptly left to go puke. I pretended I didn't know her. 

She had a cute face but was really heavy. She was the biggest girl in the bar.

There are a lot of good looking girls though. It's mostly a matter of access. Lots of mixed set groups. 

Well I'm pretty aggressive/fast with my game so I doubt that's the problem. My sample size is also small (one weekend) so I don't want to make any grand conclusions. It just wasn't as easy off the plane as the US or Scandinavia.

I can't say being American helped. They see the French culture as superior, so I felt it was more a hurdle (that I easily overcame) than a benefit.

I'm liking Canada overall, but it's very expensive. I feel I'm not getting much value for what I'm spending. 

Roosh in Toronto:
http://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-17111.html

Tonight was a massacre. 

Quality was lowest of all three nights, but it was most crowded. I got cockblocked on 80% of my approaches. I semi-suited up tonight. Still almost no eye contact. 5's are very thirsty. They smile and want to talk. They half-approach you. The occasional 7 is open. You have to find her. If you do 5-10 approaches a night on 7s you'll find one that is down until you get cockblocked.

 Are you guys getting ONS's in Toronto? I don't see it. The social groupings are tough to crack. Most girls are overweight. I don't believe it sucks this bad for a city this big. The type of bars I went to should have open girls who want to fuck. But girls are doing their thing and then they all hop in cabs. They seem to be more excited about eating after the bar than getting with dudes. Montreal girls are hotter AND nicer AND easier to escalate with. Compared to Toronto it's poosy paradise. I came here with an open mind, I swear, but it's pretty bad.

Another thing I noticed that if you utter one lame joke or say something that can be construed as sexist, the girl is disgusted and walks away. You need 100% perfect game, no mistakes. In the US I could get away with a lot more than in Toronto. It's almost like Scandinavia. Last night I said "I like feminine women" and the girl (a 6) got offended and went back to her huge group (at least six people). 

At one point in the night I was standing in a packed bar and thought, "This is just pointless." Now I know what the PUAs I saw at Madison was approaching like monkeys. That seems to be what you got to do here.

It's 11:25. I've been ready to go out the past 30 minutes but I'm having trouble making it to the door. A man can only take so much abuse in one weekend.

I can say that girls in Montreal were slightly more impressed that I was American than girls in Toronto. In Toronto they were more antagonistic about it, asking me about the presidential election. Two girls asked me who I was voting for, and before I could answer they said something to the effect of, "If you say ROmney, I'm walking away."

Mace finally asks, "So a guy whose dedicated all his adult life to picking up women can't get laid in 2 weeks in Canada. How bad is Roosh's game?"

Roosh not only has bizarre ideas about game. If he's doing better in poorer countries, it's only because he's seen as the "rich American", while in all well-off countries, the women don't seem to take him seriously at all. This then leads to Roosh bashing those countries. I wonder whether he'll write "Don't Bang Canada", just because he himself can't get laid there.

Assanova chimed in with the remark, "I think it has less to do with game, and more to do with the absurd standards of North American women. It is outright brutal for any guy that isn't at least an 8. I think it's time for the gurus to finally admit that game means absolutely nothing if your looks aren't top notch."

Indeed, the looks department holds Roosh back, in addition to his unawareness of differences in subcultures. To him, it's either mainstream or "hipster", and any finer distinction he seems to be completely oblivious to. Of course, this doesn't make him popular with the ladies either.

Rest in Peace, Manosphere (Guest Post by Shackleford)

Roughly a decade ago, some anonymous guy started a blog called The DC Bachelor. He lived a typical Washington DC life: 9-5 job, then bar hopping in DuPont Circle and Adams Morgan trying to pick up girls. He claimed to have extraordinary success with women, but there was little evidence that he was doing better than the average guy living the same lifestyle. The blog itself was mostly standard Mystery Method game philosophy in a re-packaged form, but it had an interesting distinction: the inclusion of heavy scare tactics regarding uber-alpha male boogeymen. If you did not imitate the dominant behavior of these men, the DC Bachelor maintained, then you are a beta.  And if you are a beta, then you would lose out in the competition for women against this alpha man.

Guest Post: Uber-alpha manosphere writers meet up in DC, fail to get laid (by Shackleford)

This gem of a post from Roosh/Roissysphere 3rd tier lackey Professor Mentu details how Roosh V hosted a meetup in DC for some of his deluded underling bloggers for a night of...shoving girls and not getting any play. The most hilarious aspect of this post involved the clueless "professor" Mentu puffing his chest out about this huge night of failure. Honestly, why bother trying to expose these guys as frauds when they make it completely obvious?

Here is the link: [EDIT: "The University of Man" website has been shut down shortly after this post was published.]

Now, for the break down:

Mentu notes that right off the bat that Roosh and his lackey bloggers have serious GAME in the field, if by game, you mean having conversations that don't result in anything concrete happening:

Manosphere writers practice what they preach. I was able to wing for VK with his Latina of choice, Roosh wasn’t in the post-meetup bar for 30 fucking seconds until he was chatting up a cute girl (different than the one he was talking to outside), Bronan caught two women on their way to the bar, chose off the blonde, so I immediately grabbed the brunette (the queen bee) and kept her busy while he did his thing. Gmac had a cute little number on lock in less than 20 minutes, and the other guys were on the prowl.

Excellent work, gentleman. Congratulations on fucking talking to girls and being on the "prowl". Can I buy the next book that's published by one of you?

Of course, when it comes time to drop all that talking and begin physical escalation, the bros in the Roosh-o-sphere truly get it on...by violently pushing girls and pouring beer on them:

Never in my life have I shoulder-checked a bitch, but after watching one of our esteemed writers knock a princess into the railing on the sidewalk after she refused to move out of his way, I decided to give it a try. DC women can be rude as hell, so after the third or fourth time of literally being physically pushed out of the way, I shoulder-checked the fuck out of some little tart, and she spilled her drink on her sleeve. I did that twice last night, and it felt great.

It turned out I left a little too early, because I heard some chick tried to punk them, and Gmac poured a drink over her head. Damn, I wish I would have been there for that.

I guess this is the type of stuff Mentu is referring to when he wishes that Roosh and his ilk would move to his native city of Austin, so they could end up in "jail every weekend." But hey, maybe they would get some action there.

The cause is not all lost, however. Despite Mentu admitting that DC is a tough environment, in which neither Roosh or his sycophants get any for the evening, someone in the blogging meetup group did succeed in getting some action:

one of the writer’s friends who was there got to the makeout session pretty quick, and if I’m not mistaken, he took her home.

Whoa, stop the presses! A friend of one of the bloggers beat out these uber-alphas and actually got a women, probably by not using stupid game methods in the process. Or maybe, you know, he wasn't going around hip checking girls into railings.

Wow. Just. Fucking. Wow.

What About Consistent Results? --- An Anti-Seduction Community Rant

There was a lot of great feedback to the recently posted "RSD Escape Story". An anonymous poster wrote a very good analysis of how typical community teachings not only not help you, but set you up for ever greater failure. Again, accidental or not, the parallels to how cults operate are more than obvious.

Very solid post ! Props to OP and thanks Aaron for sharing it. I’d like to add something about consistency of results: consistency of non-painful, negative results. If you have anxiety around people and girls, the “community” gives you a bazillion reason as to why getting laid is indeed a huge deal, defines your social status, worth as a person, etc. This way, if you already tend to be anxious about it (which was probably the reason for lack of sexual/social life in the first place), your anxiety explodes and you tend to attach yourself to the solution presented as miraculous to solution this anxiety.

How to "open" and start conversations with women

If you're not following my forum, you are missing out on some great discussions, like Martin's practical tips on "How to "open" and start conversations with women". Here's an excerpt:

Judging by the questions and comments I often read from guys, especially from those who are just getting into pickup, I get the impression that starting conversations with women (“opening”) is for many one of the biggest sticking points. As someone whose work absolutely requires him to be social and start conversations with total strangers, I’m going to share with you a very simple trick to getting the ball rolling: establish proximity first!

Read the rest here. If you've got issues with "approach anxiety", it will probably help you a lot.

Reader Comment on Roissy and Roosh

Shackleford left a comment on my recent post Roosh V Sucks With Women And Doesn't Know It, which I thought deserved greater attention. Lean back and enjoy the read!

Roissy appears worse because his bullshit has more followers, but as others have noted, his site has the unexpected effect of actually de-programming a lot of people from game. It's not just the flowery language and mixed metaphors (actually, 'mixed' is being too generous, it's more like a metaphor puree), his general philosophy will lead most readers who still possess a modicum of sanity to draw the following conclusions:

Roosh V Sucks With Women And Doesn't Know It

After bashing  Vince Kelvin, it's time for a break. A guy people on my forum occasionally mention, but someone I haven't paid much attention to is Roosh. His "game" consists of travelling to poorer countries and trying his luck with the ladies. However, more often than not he goes home empty handed.

Roosh has a particularly deluded crowd of followers who don't even realize that there is something wrong with a guy who proclaims that a "real player" gets between five and eight girls in a year. No, this is not a typo. Despite having little luck with the ladies, Roosh keeps on going to foreign countries. Recent highlight included three weeks in Sweden and one or two "lays". For a guy whose full-time job is getting laid this is nothing but pathetic.

A member of my forum, neparlepas, recently collected a number of Roosh's tweets, and I felt like sharing them with the readers of my blog. Read them and marvel. Neparlepas writes:

When Roosh announced he was going to eastern-europe, I was thrilled. I knew that his "pen opener" would make him look like an alien. So for your enjoyment, here is a collection of quotes from his twitter and forum account. 

Don't forget this is from a "professional pua" making a living by teaching guys how to get laid.

An RSD Escape Story

The following is a "survivor story" from C. who has been heavily involved with RSD. I particularly like how he analyzes the mind games the community plays, unknowingly or not, and how mere "belief" can make you ignore blatant inconsistencies.

Real Social Dynamics is often compared to a cult, and I can definitely see why people make this conclusion. Just think about how RSD, as C. writes, always mentions a "higher level". This could be taken straight out of the playbook Scientology uses. Of course, to reach those higher levels, you've got to take more bootcamps and more training, and just like Scientology, they slowly suck your bank account dry.

Also, please pay special attention to the section where C. discusses the "fucking huge elephant in the room", and RSD's "cult of the cold approach."

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Dude, great website! My mind has been completely blown over the last few days reading your posts and blog - it's all so clear now. Anyway, perhaps you want to put this on your blog as a "survivor story" or something but I just wanted to say thanks for spreading the truth and helping me clear my head of all that bullshit!

I used to be massively involved in RSD - bootcamps, world summits, hot seats etc. and even though I have a girlfriend now I still believed their stuff and basically gave them credit for all my success. Until I started reading your website. It's amazing how RSD creates so much confusion and bullshit for something so simple - I honestly think that they believe their own bollocks now.