We Hunted The Mammoth
Back in his pickup artist days, Roosh Valizadeh was rather fond of fornication, engaging in it as often as possible with women he described as “lubricated holes,” and writing a small library of self-published books devoted to his distinctly rapey version of “game.”
TheManMakerX is a pickup artist who sells his wares on Twitter, where he’s built up (or perhaps just bought) a decent following of curious men drawn in by the little nuggets of (what I guess is supposed to be) dating advice he doles out in his often enigmatic tweets.
Reddit’s PurplePillDebate is a strange subreddit, a place where Red Pillers and Blue Pillers can discuss the alleged science of dating, though whenever I check it out I find it more filled with Black Pill incel types than with either Red or Blue Pillers.
UPDATE: He’s back, and obviously not dead, though he says he was picked up by the Ukrainian SBU (security service) and held for a week.
My original post follows:
It sounds a bit like one of those espionage novels he used to write: A former pickup guru known as Coach Red Pill, who had recently reinvented himself as a Ukraine war “reporter,” has apparently gone missing — and has either been arrested as a pro-Russian propagandist or just straight up executed, at least according to various rumors swirling on social media.
The other day we looked at a popular post on the Red Pill subreddit suggesting that men in search of sexy, subservient women turn their attention to Ukrainian refugees in desperate need of food and housing.
When disaster — natural or man-made — strikes, people of all sorts are roused to action. Some of them look for ways to help; others try to figure out how to take advantage of the situation for their own personal gain.
So I found an … intriguing Instagram dude calling himself patriarchal_phenomenon, and it seems like he’s got a lot of very useful advice for both men (who want to spend their lives alone) and women (who want to be miserable).
To hear some incels and incel-adjacent Red Pillers explain it, the gravest human rights issue today is protecting the sacred right of all men: to date women exactly as good-looking as they are, no more no less.
But what if one’s seeming “looksmatch” isn’t really one’s looksmatch at all, but a sneaky uggo who uses artificial means to inflate her Sexual Market Value (SMV) to gain access to men who should be out of her league? What if women could buy magical elixirs that can turn a 2 into a 6 or a 6 into a 9 at every drugstore in the land?
Courtesy of the Not How Girls Work subreddit, I present to you the least successful pickup lines in human history:
Attention men! Sure, you’re already stretched thin and squeezed out by your rent or mortgage payments. But if you want to be a real man, you’re going to need a second house in which you can be your masculine selt without any interruptions from naggy women trying to make you all girly.