Embrace The Glow of Internet Outrage

A lot of people have asked me to write a blog post about the recent scandal involving pickup dudes in Vancouver.

Eddy Baller already covered the specifics of, “What happened.” This kid learned a lesson about how to be rejected gracefully.

Almost every day I some form of hate mail, or hateful comments on my blog. I’m called creepy, douchebag, liar, scammer, sexist, chauvinist, misogynist, rapist. Sometimes I publish them.

I’ve slept with a few women. A few of them I slept with and never called back. But far more slept with me and never called me back. A few of them became my girlfriends for many months or years and I love them. I love women. Pickup changed my life. It gave me not only the confidence to achieve my goals, to overcome my social anxiety and bring beautiful, intelligent women into my life, but it also granted me financial support to spend my time writing and travelling.

Seduction for men wasn’t created to please mainstream people, otherwise known as Muggles.

I never expected them to understand why we do the things we do. We’re in a society that shames men for telling the truth about their desires. These blog commenters sit up on their moral high ground and judge sane men, for wanting to approach attractive women, like they are wise overlords of social order.

The same way celebrities are shamed for sleeping with many women, and sent to rehab for, “Sex addiction.” Western society wants men to become women. There is no such thing as sex addiction. For the celebrity who has women jumping out of windows to land on his dick, it’s why he got into acting. This is why men play in bands, or do standup comedy: To get pussy.

And that’s why men study the pickup artist stuff, because they aren’t rockstars, or celebs, and they don’t have big social circles or women throwing themselves at them. Pickup is the only way to become good with women, and it works. So what do we care if you’re offended by it?

Yes ladies, men want your pussies. Shocking! We want your ass, your tits, your lips. And as angry as that makes you, it does not mean we don’t respect you as a person. Respect has nothing to do with wanting to fuck you. There is nothing wrong with men wanting to fuck you, consensually of course. I can’t write a blog post without the word consent in it. It’s like I’m talking to children, “Look both ways before you cross the street children.” And all the kids go, “Yeah, no shit.”

My prose sounds annoyed, because I am.

The reason I use crass language is because this is how men talk when you’re not around; the same way hookers approach us when you’re not around. And they don’t hate you, but when they go out we say things like, “Let’s go get some pussy.” And when they see you in the club sometimes they say, “Wow, she has a great ass.” And they say far more offensive things than this, and they laugh, and then when they meet you they become sweet little nice guys, so inoffensive and polite. This is the truth. We love you, we need you, we desire your magical, soul healing powers. But first, we want to fuck you, because if we do, then the chance you will come back and see us again, is high.

I don’t know the guy who harassed this girl. I don’t know the coach. All dating coaches are different. We don’t read from a dating coach bible. So I have nothing to say about that teacher or his method.

When I was in Thailand I was hanging out with a bunch of girls. We walked past a barber shop and one of them noticed I needed a haircut. “Oh no,” I said. “I don’t need a blowjob today.”

“What do you mean?” They said. “It’s a barber shop.”

“No, it’s actually a brothel. Nearly all the barbershops are brothels. So are the massage parlours and karaoke bars.”

They didn’t believe me because the women who sat outside the salons in skimpy outfits never approach the men when they are in the company of white girls. So I said, “Watch this.” I waved at the salon girls and said, “Hello!”

“Hello!” The Vietnamese sex workers waved. “You want massage!? You handsome come inside!”

My travelling friends were surprised. The thing about the angry people of the world is this: They are like ostriches with their heads buried in the sand. They learn about reality from blogs. They travel and stay in hostels with other first worlders. They don’t talk to locals, and they don’t try to learn the language. They don’t seek the truth.

When I see hundreds of angry blog commenters freaking out because some kid is trying to learn pickup, and they call him all kinds of names, and call for his incarceration and destruction, it frightens me. The level of ignorance and stupidity in the world is incomprehensible. When I see the madness of the crowd, I get the same feeling as when I was a kid and would look up at the stars in the sky and ask, “What is the Universe, and why am I here?” Whenever I did this I would get dizzy and frightened.

When I ask myself, “Why are people so pissed off about a kid trying to get laid, or find a girlfriend?” the same thing happens. I get the nausea.

I never got into this to please people. I got into it because I like having dating wonderful women, like a normal, heterosexual male. I am sane; the crowds, the haters, are the insane, the unconscious and the ignorant. That’s why I don’t give two fucks what the mainstream thinks about our little subculture. I would prefer it if they just left us alone.

Yesterday I went on a date with a cute girl, fifteen years my junior. I met her on Robson street by walking up to her and saying, “Sorry to stop you, but you’re fucking hot.” That approach turned into a ten minute conversation. She texted me, “Tony. I like you. Let’s get coffee.” And we did.

She told me a story about how she went on a date with a movie star. “How did you meet him?” I asked.

“He was a customer at my restaurant. He approached me after his dinner and said he would like to go out with me sometime, and I agreed.”

The only difference between how charming this celebrity is, and how creepy the asian kid is, is that the kid was not a celebrity.

People are judging you because you approach women?

FUCK THEM. It’s your life, and it’s short. You want to do what works to get you dates, or do you want to please your society, like a good little boy?

Fuck them. Do what works.