I resent spending any time on controversial blogger and self-proclaimed “seduction artist” Roosh V, but so many people around me are upset and concerned, and are taking him so seriously, I simply had to comment.
Stop wasting your time on a con artist who FEEDS OFF your hate. You are giving him exactly what he wants and needs in order to continue affording to do this.
Last time I checked, 13,000 outraged people had signed the petition. A measly 40 people have registered for his event. Who, out of the two groups, is giving him the most free publicity?
Out of a city of 2 million people, 40 idiots have signed up.
Forty people at an average ticket price of $75 equals $3,000.
Now subtract the costs ($400-$1,000) of renting a small conference room in downtown Montreal (he attempted the OMNI Hotel and they cancelled his reservation), the cost of his airplane ticket ($500), the cost of accommodation in Montreal ($500), and you don’t have to be a math wizard to quickly realize that this guy is barely covering his costs during his wildly touted “WORLD TOUR”. (A WORLD TOUR that only includes six cities – four of which are in North America, by the way).
Roosh, your world is small, man. I’ve had vacations longer than that…
What I’m trying to say with all this is that this man does not make money off his speaking engagements. He makes money off the controversy, the ensuing publicity, and the books he sells afterwards.
And he’s cashed in because he realized two things early on:
a) There are tons of lonely, sad, frustrated men who need someone to “understand”, “justify”, and “feed” their insecurities.
b) There are tons of people (men and women) who will immediately have a visceral reaction to his hateful over-the-top misogynistic nonsense.
In fact, he’s counting on both to survive.
I can’t control the first group. I can feel extremely sorry for them, because they are men who need help and support, and instead are getting the dangerous and misleading “advice” of a man who is selling them “meet & greets” and “how-to-bang” books, but I can’t tell them not to read them or attend his speeches. People will find a way to read and attend what they want to.
I can, however, control the second group, or at least attempt to, by at least warning them of the obvious pitfalls of making the mistake of thinking that someone like Roosh V is dangerous.
I don’t think he’s dangerous. I think he’s a loser.
Preying on other losers to make a quick buck.
He’s also a weak human being who hides behind his “tough guy” act, but is actually terrified of any real dialogue or debate with strong women. It’s actually very telling that a number of female journalists reached out to him for an interview (myself included) and yet the only interview he gave was to Eric Duhaime, a conservative male pundit who believes that censorship is totalitarian, so he figured he’d have an ally in him. Even Duhaime strongly rejected and criticized Roosh V’s justification of rape on private property (which he, in typical cowardly fashion tried to skirt around as being a “thought experiment”), but Roosh doesn’t speak French so he had no clue what Duhaime was saying.
The funny thing is, censorship is probably the only thing Duhaime and I agree on. When Julien Blanc, another self-proclaimed pick-up artist (yes, there’s more than one out there…) was denied entry to Canada, I wrote a piece for the National Post arguing that he should be let in.
“What should most worry us here is not one professional creep giving the seminars, but the many men so misguided, so incapable of seeing women as deserving-of-respect human beings, and so terribly misinformed about basic human relationships, that they are willing to spend upwards of $3,000 to listen to the drivel of a guy who teaches us that shoving your crotch in a woman’s face is going to make her fall madly in love with you.
It’s not by banning this sort of expression that we eradicate the underlying attitude. Such material deserves the full, unflinching glare of sunlight, whereby it can be methodically refuted and destroyed.”
Despite my misgivings, and despite my suspicions that this man is all bark and no bite, I contacted him for an interview. But the mere fact that I own a vagina was enough to make me suspicious in this poor man’s eyes. He immediately refused. Yet he went around on social media claiming that no one had the balls to debate him.
Complete and utter bullshit.
When I messaged him, I very cordially (and without hiding the fact that I’m a feminist and that I find his discourse disturbing) requested to attend the event or interview him (in print or on radio).
As lame as it was predictable.
The dude who charges guys anywhere from $60 to $100 to listen to his sexist drivel, felt compelled to “charge” me $5,000 for covering his event. Since we all know that media doesn’t pay to cover events, this was nothing but a snarky response that (in his mind) makes him look cool (you can’t fool me… I know what you Feminazis are up to), but in reality simply serves to confirm what I already suspected about this guy.
He’s weak. He’s a keyboard warrior who hides behind one of the most hateful (and frankly, badly written) blogs out there. He’s brave enough to throw around threats to women who call him out, and he’s ok with making cheesy videos in some cheap motel room, where he tells men how to “smash” and “bang” “9’s and 10’s”. Yes, he talks like that. Like a 12-year-old who just discovered what his dick is for and can’t wait to look more worldly next to his hot 15-year-old female cousin visiting for the summer.
He talks like an immature, ineloquent, below average looking 35-year-old guy who probably failed miserably at dating (and “scoring”) a long time ago and has a lot of pent up frustration and anger about it.
There are others out there like him.
But Roosh V decided to do something with that frustration.
Roosh V woke up one day and had a brilliant business idea. He realized that there were other frustrated, lonely, angry men out there who blamed women for their problems. And he knew how he could cash in on that, because who better than someone who understands and can manipulate them?
As is usually the case with these online trolls and keyboard warriors, they rarely have the balls to actually engage in debate. They just pretend they do, and the poor disturbed individuals who would pay $100 for his relationship advice on “why to date a girl with eating disorders” and other such delightful tidbits, buy it hook, line, and sinker.
Petitions to ban him from appearing actually increase his visibility and caché among the MRA movement and judging by how he religiously retweets every single mention of himself, he thrives on the attention.
He claims not to post the exact location of his speeches because “ugly feminist mobs” might show up, but considering only 40-50 people actually show up each time, he might as well be hosting them in his mother’s basement.
This guy is a loser who has built a business on taking advantage of other losers.
It’s sad, it’s hateful, and the writer in me is fascinated by what makes people like this tick and what personal shortcomings he’s trying to compensate for with his fake bravado and tough-guy machismo, but at the end of the day I’m not signing any petitions and I’m not attempting to get him banned.
That would presuppose that he’s dangerous. And he’s just another bro with an internet connection, an unimaginative gimmick, too many lonely nights spent in messy hotel rooms, and terrible, terrible writing skills.
Any man with a rudimentary knowledge of gender equality, a healthy sex life, and a sense of happiness and success over their life would cringe at what his website advocates.
Signing a petition against him would be like me signing a petition against the dog turd I accidentally stepped on this morning at the park. I would have to surmise that the turd was dangerous and that signing a petition against it would prevent me from encountering it again.
The world is full of dog turds. Smart people learn to walk around them, really nice people warn you about them, and everyone moves on with their lives. You can try to educate people about how you shouldn’t leave dog turds for others to step on, but there are always going to be a few assholes who won’t care. Such is life.
Feminism has so many vital issues to tackle, I refuse to waste my valuable time on increasing the visibility of a con artist who relishes every mention of himself online. It’s the only way he remains on anyone’s radar. Ignore him. I’m sure it’s what the first woman he was interested in did, because that’s the kind of self-entitled revenge-porn reaction insecure men like him resort to when denied what they want.
For the record, I completely understand why people are upset and signing petitions. I understand the impulse. His website is vile and rife with misogyny, homophobia, and fat shaming. It’s geared to “outrage bait” you. And the more you share, the more you make him the subject of news and petitions, the more money he makes, and the more deluded he gets about his importance. People like this would rather be hated than ignored. He needs your attention.
But if you put down the hate for a minute and take a good, hard look at what he writes, you will see how corny and amateurish he is. To comment on his blog you have to answer a question. The question? Are feminists ugly? (Really? What are you, five, dude?)
He called his attempt to shame the women who organized the petition against him “Operation Medusa” and used the hashtage #BattleofMontreal. I’m sorry, guys, but I couldn’t even get mad; I was too busy laughing. This bravado and over-the-top machismo from some guy sitting by himself at Café Les Affamés (yes, most of us already knew where he was… it’s just that my work deadlines and you know… life, prevented me from sabotaging “Operation Medusa” which, by the likes of that picture circulating on social media, involved ordering another latte and re-tweeting everything everyone was saying about him.
What Roosh V advocates and thinks is acceptable in his version of “neomasculinity” is vile and no self-respecting, well-adjusted man would even look twice at the nonsense he writes about. There is a real conversation to be had about issues that affect men in today’s world, as well as how changing perceptions and expectations have complicated the pursuit of love for some, but Roosh V isn’t the one to have it.
He’s not interested in men’s social status or emotional well being. He’s not interested in furthering and advancing human relations. He’s interested in his pocket book and feeding his delusions of grandeur. This guy gets a hard-on when he hears there’s a petition against him because it means someone (anyone) is paying attention to him – even in the form of hate.
He’s rather sad. And so he attracts the similarly sad. But there is little we can do about it. There will always be ill-adjusted, hateful, socially awkward human beings who will be quick to blame their failures and inability to find companionship on others and a mean and unjust world. Feminism has become an easy scapegoat for these people because it’s added another level of inequality (by in fact advocating for equality, which makes it tougher for those counting on inequality to succeed) to their “woe is me” game.
Signing a petition to ban someone from entering a country when he’s already in Montreal accomplishes nothing. Censorship is never the answer. Pointing the spotlight on these trolls, quickly acknowledging what they are, laughing in their general direction, and moving on to more constructive things, is in my opinion the best approach. For those wondering why I wasted 2,000 words on him, I didn’t. I only wrote this for you. The ones upset and angered. The ones who feel they need to do something. I share your indignation, but not your solution.
So, tomorrow, while “Operation Revelation” is going on (yes, he just came up with another one early this morning, and come Sunday morning I’m sure Operation Hangover and Self Loathing will be in full effect) and he’s prepping for a sad meeting of 40 (most of my Sunday BBQs usually include more people), and a protest is brewing somewhere in town, I’m going to be reading Joan Didion by the pool.
Because summer in Montreal is short and sweet, they’re forecasting a high of 25C, I have friends, family, and a career I adore, and my sex life is pretty damn satisfying. Which means I don’t need to hate anyone. I wish the same for Roosh V one day.