On Monday Roosh game checked the whole Manosphere industry with a post so gully it was reminiscent of Kendrick Lamar bodying the whole rap game in one fucking verse. Of course there was back lash but what he said needed to be said. It’s how I myself have been feeling for a while. A lot of so called Manosphere writers and especially commenters have the game all fucked up. First I guess the problem really starts with a term that encompasses blogs that talk about game with blogs that bitch about how the left mainstream media is taking over America and Trevon Martin deserved to be shot. When you look at it like that, the term Manosphere becomes pretty meaningless.
When it comes to game what can be said that hasn’t been said already? EVERYBODY is an expert. You can read every game blog out there and regurgitate information in comment sections. It’s the equivalent of studying football game film and calling out plays, reading the defense on film, where the quarterback should and shouldn’t throw. It’s easy knowing how to play football from your couch on Sundays or how to run game from the same place. But if you’ve never put on the pads, if you never went through two a days and spring training yourself, if you’ve never taken a snap on the field then you really don’t know shit about football. You’re an analyst at best and real football players get all the pussy because they do real work. That’s what most of the commenters are now just game analyst. Where’s your blog at homie? Where’s your story of running game? Where’s that picture of you and that hot chick you pulled? In fact where’s that picture of you? Most commenters and some bloggers claim to be about that life but on the real they’re just catfishing.
This not only goes for game but as the Manosphere expanded past game it also goes for other topics. Oh word you know how to put on mass or get a lean body with no effort. Where’s the picture at, where’s the progression. I remember reading one guys account of some two day workout and at the end of his post he put up a picture of himself and got laughed off the internet. It was one of the funniest moments I’ve had in a while. You read this long fitness article and when you see pictures of the author you spit out your drink all over your computer. But what’s not funny is if he didn’t have his picture someone trying to find out about fitness might have taken his advice seriously and followed it. Same goes for fashion.
The other part of the so called Manosphere consists of what I like to call doomsday bloggers. All they blog about is how horrible America is and how this country is coming to an end or how it’s not as good as it used to be. Their whole existence of their blog is to point out whatever is going on in the news and bitch about how awful it is. The left is ruining America, Feminism is ruining America, and America is coming to an end. To sum it up the sky is falling just give up now what’s the point. It’s all about what’s wrong without any solutions. We’re just fucked. These are the guys on the top of the list that you know aint getting any pussy. Right after them is their commenters who circle jerk on the impending black riots that never materialized after Zimmerman was found not guilty.
So in the end be careful with a group that anyone can belong to just by saying they’re in that group. Game and life advice are easy and free to get on blogs or in the comment section at the same time if you’ve never even seen a picture of the guy giving you the advice or read consistent stories of the dude doing what he claims to know how to do, take it with a grain of salt. If you’re just bitching about everything wrong with the country you aint getting laid, GTFOH. If you’re going to blog about game keep it real. Write about the times you failed or something didn’t work. Nobody wants to read a notch count diary where you just regurgitate meaningless bangs without any insight. Say something. There are no barriers of entry into this shit so only time will tell. But if you must know I’ve been in the game and been blogging about it 8+ years now, my name carries weight in the streets, ask about me.