Monthly Archives: July 2014

Book Review: Poosy Paradise


Poosy Paradise is Roosh V’s latest memoir. Set in Romania in early 2013, Roosh analytically narrates his stay and his constant search for the much coveted Poosy Paradise, a place where sexual satisfaction, accessible feminine and attractive women are in abundance.

Like much of Roosh’s previous writing, the honest and unfiltered thoughts allow the reader to really capture his thought processes and views. His analysis of women, men, game and culture are present throughout the book, giving the reader an understanding of the world through another man’s eyes.

Something new in this book, is Roosh’s fame in Romania gathered through television appearances. He attempts to utilise this fame to bolster his successes with the local women with somewhat surprising results. The realistic outcomes and detail about failures are refreshing and a common trait in Roosh’s writing, facilitating a sense of realism in his endeavours. The Game community has immense respect for Roosh and his lifestyle and many men see it as the pinnacle of freedom. Poosy Paradise shows the readers that despite enjoying a life of freedom there is always the need for hard work, and various everyday struggles will never disappear. The human experience has some factors which never change whether your rich, poor, busy or bored.

Many men who are Game-aware will be able to relate to Poosy Paradise, and the women which Roosh writes about, as well as the manner in which he treats them. He explains his perceptions of the people he writes about but one that that was notably missing was an overall explantion of the dating culture in Romania, or anything about the cultural aspects of the city he resides in. Despite being a Game-related book, this change in pace would add further structure and depth to the book. Additionally, the further disclosure of information would also assist in making the book feel less like lengthier blog posts and potentially strengthen the structure to each chapter.

Poosy Paradise was effortless to read, keeping readers entertained through dry humour and relatively interesting stories.

If you’ve enjoyed other books written by Roosh, it is rather likely you will enjoy Poosy Paradise too. I wouldn’t say it would be Roosh’s best book so far however it was a pleasant read and worth reading.

Poosy Paradise will be released on August 1st 2014.


Guest Post: Royal Exhibition Building

Exams are now over with semester two around the corner, here’s a guest post submitted by a reader detailing their feelings towards the iconic exam venue which privileged students of The University of Melbourne are able to experience. 



Ah! It’s that exam season again. Students in general are already in a heightened state of peril. Unsure what other students had to survive, but I but I had two, 3 hour exam. I am one of those people who can’t sit and watch epic movies such as The Lord of the Rings due to its length.
People who do go for movie marathons are surrounded by chips/popcorn and tug inside cosy blankets of theirs. Speaking of cosy, REB is not a bit close to cosy. Wait! Wait! Before I badmouth one of the iconic sites we are blessed with, let’s admire the art. REB has amazing architecture with fountains and naked statues around. Despite not knowing a single aspect of design and art even I know a building is something divine when there are naked statues present in its vicinity. I mean sculpt a cute little boy statue and have a stream of water come out from it’s you-know-where parts, and have mermaids dance around in the supposedly fluid excrement of a 12 year old boy (statue of course) flowing out as a beautiful stream from the you-know-where region. Its art what else. On top of that, UNESCO has listed it as one of the World Heritage Building site. Melbourne’s first international exhibition was held here. This place means history, culture and heritage of our country. Master Chef was shot here, big exhibitions take place in there. Also, The University of Melbourne (UoM) has booked it as its exam venue, twice a year.

Firstly, anything remotely associated by dreaded exams get victim of hate as default. On top of that, the inside of REB well, let’s talk about that. You see, when the building was created the architect didn’t think about 400 students writing their exams here did they? So here I am sitting in a massive hall, (nothing short of the Pope’s meeting hall), with a small old and imbalanced table. So you enter via the massive wooden door and go wow!! Find your way in thru maze of desks. You may say think to yourself “What’s wrong with that?”, Let me enlighten you, It’s 8 am (Melbourne is cold during the June exam period), ‘rod’ heaters are placed up high on the pillars, which primarily function as decorations since cause no heat is radiating. In addition to this, the wall clock is placed so far from the sitting area that you need telescopic vision in to assess the efficiency in the use of your time in the exam. You can’t wear your wrist watch and invigilators advise you rest it on the desk which is already overcrowded.

Things seem pretty bad right? But then you write for 3 hours. So let me summarise it for you, you’re cold, you have a hand which is stiff and you can’t hold your pen, you have no idea how long you got, and the damn desk is unbalanced (in their defence they do provide small cardboard cut pieces to balance it out, but it never completely rectifies the problem). Then they mark you so stringently. I mean there should be extra marks for just sitting the entire 3 hours and 15 minutes (reading time). They are certainly not doing any favours to REB by having exams there, rather made future generations sicker of it and it has become impossible to appreciate one of the very few iconic place in Melbourne. Thanks UoM.


PS: while discussing the above mentioned issue with one of the invigilators, I was told that I should be glad that I am getting a lot when compared to those in Africa. It was my bad luck to have come across one of those ‘Greens’. I did not pay top dollars to experience Africa. Trust me I would have not complained a bit if I would have paid the same amount as those in dear Africa. Don’t get me wrong I am not against Africa or not aware of the hardships they follow but I am furious from these hypocrite hippies who want to mask their laziness by ending every conversation with Africa. I could go on and on but let’s keep that for the next blog.



The Notch Illusion


Any young player starting out in the game chases notches. It’s the numerical metric that is universally utilised to track progress and success.

Every new notch has the potential to create a high that lasts for anywhere between a few hours to a few days. Some men will play the numbers game and make it their goal to obtain as many notches as possible. This simply isn’t for everyone however.

I can say from my end that the satisfaction from obtaining a new notch diminishes with experience. There isn’t a set number for men where you’ll begin to experience this, it could be your 20th, 67th or 130th notch. But what you’ll likely feel is a severe doubt if the effort was worth it. Maybe you’ll reflect on less simpler and happier times with better classes of women and prefer them over the easy pump and dump that you picked up at a club.

A man’s experiences will shape his attitude towards the notch, take for example, dumpster diving with a 5 to get the notch would leave me with a feeling of shame rather than pride. This is due to experiencing a substantial higher in quality over the years, not only only in looks but also personality and femininity. A carousel-ridden, plain Jane doesn’t bring the same enjoyment, and happiness as a stylish, feminine and sweet, 8.

Every man has unique desires, looks are an obvious pre-requisite which creates attraction however, in addition to that, some guys chase girls who are feminine, some chase girls who are adventurous. But after experimenting and discovering your niche, there’s no enjoyment in going back to girls of inferior quality just to obtain the new notch. It simply doesn’t deliver.

So how do you find that niche? and how do you know you’ve found it?
Finding it takes effort, and experience. Unlike girls there will never be any negative social stigma attached to guys who run through a ton of girls in a pump and dump or casual dating spree.

You’ll know you’ve found it when the post-bang afterglow lasts longer than usual, maybe its weeks longer than your usual three day high. Maybe thoughts of that person or the encounter randomly brings a smile to your face whenever you think about it.

Mindlessly chasing  easy unsatisfying notches becomes foolish, the enjoyment diminishes and leaves you questioning your strategy and choices.



A Man For All Seasons



This post isn’t about Robert Bolt’s play, of the same name. It’s about adapting to the women you meet.

I was reflecting the other day about the things about myself I’ve told different girls over the years. I wouldn’t be lying but I’d emphasise different characteristics of my personalty and experiences based on my analysis of them.

It would be amazing to see how they would respond to what I’d say, and seeing different responses from girl to girl to the same sentence I’d throw at them would be eye-opening. These experiences were vital, I learnt through trial and error many subtle hints as to what different types of girls loved to hear.

To Carol, I’d be an avid world traveller, exploring new cultures and meeting new people.

To Vanessa, I was out regularly, partying and having fun many nights of the week

To Joyce, I’m a dedicated writer, and Investment Banker who enjoys tranquillity and peace when not working hard.

All of the above are truthful, but what I’d talk about with Joyce would be vastly different than what I’d talk about with Vanessa. Each girl had their benefit, One could be great in the sack and open minded and I could be numb towards . The other could be really interesting and feminine and got me thinking.

It would be so interesting to go meet up with a girl one day then meet up with another the same day and feel a shift in the energy of our conversation. Although I feel as if my mood dictates which is my go-to level of energy when conversing with them, it showed how adaptable I was based on which girl was next to me.

This will be different for every man, based on their looks, genetics and experiences. Each new experience you discover across tweaks your adaptability. Rich experiences make a man, and having references through these experiences allow strong adaptability with any type of girl you meet.