Table Of ContentThe Best Of
Roosh
Volume 2
Roosh Valizadeh
© 2019 by Roosh V
http://www.rooshv.com
All rights reserved.
Printed in the United States of America.
This compilation contains 78 of my best articles, published be-
tween February 2013 and October 2018, from a total of 631 that were
written in that period. They best represent my ideas, thoughts, and
experiences at the time of writing.
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Table Of Contents
I Understanding Women 1
II Improving Women 31
III Dating 46
IV Game 73
V Sex 94
VI Life 104
VII Masculinity 137
VIII Society 162
IX Power 195
X Long Form 220
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UNDERSTANDING WOMEN
The True Nature Of Women
May 20, 2013
Water takes the shape of the container it fills.
Even though I’ve long been aware of the corrupting influence of
Western culture, I believed the properties of water were in part tied to
its location, that water from the East could mimic by only a small
degree water from the West, but never be just like it. I was less
experienced when I had this belief, but now I know better. Water that
has been boiled into steam still has the molecular properties of water,
and once the atoms cool down, it will readily take up its more familiar
form.
My eyes opened after my first month in Poland. The women aston-
ished me with their sweetness, femininity, and reliability. It’s true that
the ones who had spent time in the West were less sweet and less
feminine, but they were still miles ahead of girls who grew up there.
The influence of the West, I figured, was self-limiting, and that girls
with sweet natures were sweet from birth.
Two years later I went back to Poland, but this time in Warsaw.
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It’s a capital city with expensive clubs, heightened competition
stemming from a strong need to prove oneself, and lots of men. I saw
ratios worse than Washington, D.C. Polish girls, who I believed had
genetic sweetness, were asking me to buy them drinks with not a care
about getting to know me. “Are both of your parents Polish?” I would
ask. And their parents as well. Girls danced with phones in their
hands, checking Facebook every minute. They gave me their number
with no intention to hang out. This was not the Poland I remembered.
The problem was easy for me to diagnose: the vibe of the capital
city and the unfavorable demographics created the Toronto of Eastern
Europe. It’s no big deal, really, because these macro factors can be
ignored by going to a different city. I went three hours east by bus and
soon received the Polish pleasures that I originally came back for.
Water takes the shape of the container it fills.
Usually I would go to a country and stay in the city I land in for
two months, but this has led to some unpleasant times. I tried a new
strategy in Romania—one week in several cities to reconnoiter before
reaching a decision on where to stay for two months or longer. After
three weeks of travel, I concluded that Bucharest was the baseline,
Cluj in the northwest was below standard, and Iasi, for a man who
lives for the second-tier, was above standard.
No girl in Cluj asked me to buy her a drink, but two girls yelled at
me. One because I didn’t move from her “spot” in the bar and another
for a trivial reason that I forgot about as soon as her neck cocked back
and forth, yelling at me like she was a black American girl. What
caused them to get so angry at me when no girl in Bucharest or Iasi
have even given me a sneer? It’s the same country—are they not all
from the same stock? Or was it simply that the local conditions of
Cluj, which had a surplus of men from all over Europe, allowed girls
to behave in such a way but still get what they wanted? Would a girl
display a single negative trait if it prevented her from finding a good
man or living a comfortable life?
Water takes the shape of the container it fills.
I appeared on four separate Romanian TV channels, soaking in
local fame, trying to get easy lays. I was recognized more times in the
ensuing two months than I ever have in my home city. When a girl
stared at me, I wasn’t sure why she was looking, but I hoped it was
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because she knew of me, and it would help get into her pants as in the
fashion of American celebrity culture. Very early on, I got a big
surprise—girls who knew of me and my writing played some of the
hardest, most lethal game I had ever seen in my life. One girl stood
me up. Another was testing me to the point of frustration, as kind as I
was to her. Another tried to put words in my mouth, serving up
challenges when I wasn’t doing the same. And then I would meet a
girl who did not know me, often in the same venue, and she would be
the nicest girl in the world, not unlike my first experiences in Poland.
I have no doubt that the girls who acted bitchy towards me would be
sweet to the next guy who came along afterwards, suggesting there
was a sort of switch that women could flick depending on the
circumstance they found themselves in and the man they were
meeting.
Water takes the shape of the container it fills.
Women are not born wearing heels. They are not born with the
knowledge to take care of long hair or how to put on makeup. They
are not born ready to honor their commitments. Such women are
made, but even after that making, both macro environments and
micro triggers will release what you do not want to be released,
because within every woman on this planet, regardless of her
education or background, is a bitch, a cunt, a slut, a golddigger, a
flake, a cheater, a backstabber, a narcissist, and an attention whore
who is dying to get out and that, if certain conditions arise and she is
placed in a certain container at a certain temperature, will thrust her
worst upon you, and this, I’m afraid, is the true nature of women. This
is the true nature that will come forth if society doesn’t put constraints
or limitations on a woman’s behavior and choice.
There is no other conclusion that I can arrive at when I’ve wit-
nessed how easily women degrade into this negative condition, and—
more importantly—how much they love it. How with just a little bit
of practice, women love being a bitch, love attention whoring, and
love exerting any bit of power they have over men to validate
themselves and feed their starving self-esteem, to see men not as men
but items in a supermarket that they can shop through at their leisure.
If they happen to be in a sour mood, they wouldn’t hesitate to
abandon a full cart of groceries and walk out, letting the stock boy put
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everything back on the shelves, not at all concerned about the
increased headache she created for him.
Free from the shackles of acting within traditional sex roles, all
women of the world would much rather act like a profane sailor than
a prim-and-proper lady as long as male attention continues to flow—
even women who have been a lady for most of their lives, because
acting like a lady is hard work that involves effort, while neglecting to
examine the mirror before stepping out of the house or failing to exert
control over an f-bomb filter does not. If a newborn baby girl is
placed in the wrong container from birth, she will never get out, or
even have the knowledge of what it takes to be a lady. In a modern
world where even the most repulsive woman still gets affection from
men, inertia causes her to remain in this deplorable condition while
she has no desire to change and no thought in her mind to act with
class or character.
Water takes the shape of the container it fills.
A girl who has known only one container her whole life—a good
container—can instantly change containers upon meeting me if my
reputation happened to precede me, and give me the worst of who she
is in instant time. I have seen this too many times to discount, and I
didn’t have to be a scientist for six years to conclude that if men
cannot keep women in the right container at the right temperature by
force, through application of law or shaming, and if men can’t
manage the environment in their favor, but instead allow women to
have unbridled freedom and choice, their women will fall so fast that
they will notice the change not in years but in months.
This change is not a metamorphosis that brings upon a new state
never known, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, but a reversion
to the woman’s natural, primordial state, the true order of her being.
American men can tell you of this reversion with much detail, and
how because of it they have given up on enjoying their leisure time
with the opposite sex, resigned to watching YouTube videos on the
internet instead of trying to mate. In the near future, more men of the
world will be able to describe it in colors as vivid as I see them today.
As the women of this era find their basic needs being increasingly
met, and the direction of societies moves towards one of automatic
reverence to women instead of bemused skepticism of their childlike
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