Cappy has a review up of Roosh V’s new book, Game. I have not read the book myself, and nor do I plan to, but I found some aspects of the review interesting. The book is essentially a manual for picking up women, and by the sound of it Roosh has hit it out of the park in this respect. But something was bothering Cappy while he was reading the book and in the review he manages to identify exactly what this was.
Roosh has written the most pro-female book ever written, and that includes anything written by feminists.
I came to this conclusion when I noticed I was becoming increasingly pained, even depressed as I read “Game.” In part it was because it reminded me of my past and just how much effort, energy, and resources I poured into chasing women (with varying levels of success). In part it was the painstaking detail Roosh applied to every whim, desire, outcome, and variable of women and what they wanted. In part it was the new and Orwellian countermeasures men had to take as precautions against fake rape, assault, and harassment accusations. And it was the fact that Roosh has been at this for 15 years, reminding me of not only what he had to have gone through, but what I and millions of other men have as well.
I couldn’t put my finger on it until I was almost done with the book, but the reason why I was so pained, even depressed was because it showed how Roosh, of all people, had dedicated his entire youth to making women happy.
Which in other words means that Roosh has been chasing a mirage for the simple fact that you can never make women happy.