Smiley Face review:
Yesterday, before I saw this, I was thinking, "Am I starting to believe my own hype?" I don't expect my readers to be overly critical, but the flood of compliments online and off is gassing me up. Even girls, who don't know of my writing, say crazy shit like I'm "amazing" and "so interesting" and one girl said I was "perfect." Pefect! People here stop me and ask to take a picture with me. How can you not become arrogant in the face of this?
My stories used to be about struggle and hardship and self-discovery and now it's poosy paradise and relatively easy bangs in a bachelor pad with great women in Eastern Europe. I try to stay grounded, but I think my "success" will change the nature of the work I put out. I will probably lose some of you as I become someone different than the guy who put out Bang six years ago. I have no idea where this will go... I'm just riding the wave.
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Story of the author becoming an expat through a series of offputting encounters with women in DC over the period of a month. For those that aren't familiar with his work, he is a life-long student of the art of seduction, though this book is not about instruction.
I'm usually a fan of Roosh lit, but this seemed to be more for the author than for his audience. "I'm a man of the world!" he exclaims at one point, disappointed with his (lack of) reception by DC women. I get it; it's easier to pick up women abroad as a traveled American -- I think most people knew that before opening the cover. American women are superficial and unfeminine -- again, no surprises here. When a guy that spends his professional life traveling the world, racking up "bangs," comes back to the country that largely represents his readership to complain about its women it mostly just comes off as trite and petulant.
I took issue with the inclusion of typos that made it feel unprofessional, also extrapolating opinions about an entire culture based on experiences with ONE city ONLY at night venues within a period of ONE month was just over the top. I don't have trouble meeting feminine or interesting women in the US and I'm not even a PUA. The old Roosh from "Dead Bat" was a pioneer and innovator, but this one seems entitled and lazy, especially in his writing. During the moments where he enjoys his modicum of US notoriety as a professional author before arriving at his big decision at the end, I couldn't help but wondering if he is finally a victim of his own Kool-Aid.
Overall fairly disapopinted with the product and probably not a future supporter of the new lifestyle abroad if this represents the final evolution of Roosh. It is worth picking up, however, if you've read any of his memoirs esp "Dead Bat" to see where the journey has ended. It also includes some characteristically amusing anecdotes though they seem laced with bitterness moreso than previous accounts.
Yesterday, before I saw this, I was thinking, "Am I starting to believe my own hype?" I don't expect my readers to be overly critical, but the flood of compliments online and off is gassing me up. Even girls, who don't know of my writing, say crazy shit like I'm "amazing" and "so interesting" and one girl said I was "perfect." Pefect! People here stop me and ask to take a picture with me. How can you not become arrogant in the face of this?
My stories used to be about struggle and hardship and self-discovery and now it's poosy paradise and relatively easy bangs in a bachelor pad with great women in Eastern Europe. I try to stay grounded, but I think my "success" will change the nature of the work I put out. I will probably lose some of you as I become someone different than the guy who put out Bang six years ago. I have no idea where this will go... I'm just riding the wave.
Roosh
http://www.rooshv.com