Hey losers, I know you have copied my look with the carefully groomed hipster beard and the t-shirt and manufactured rips in my jeans, but you’re not me. You don’t have the balls to be me. You also don’t have what it takes to get as much pussy as I do, so I am going to take that money you earned from your shitty job and teach you how to treat women like dogs who will come begging for some cock. You will never be as good as me, but you can become part of my inner circle for only $360 a year.
You can also attend one of our five-day boot camps for only $2995. Isn’t it worth that amount of money to get fucked by women who are out of your league? Who cares if you are ugly, stupid and boring, you can get laid with our techniques, and as a bonus, we teach you how to get back at all of those whores who rejected you by luring them in. I’m just pimping my game, and I have to take a lot of flak for that from some feminist bitches, but it’s worth it.
This is the pretty much the philosophy for a circle jerk where guys are taught that lying, insulting and abusing women is the way to get inside of their vagina. I’ve just compressed pages and pages of articles, comments and videos such as “God Is On My Side: Intense Self-Amusement Tactics That Will Let You Choke Girls For Fun” by Julien Blanc into the above two paragraphs. Keep reading »
Rare is the woman whose adventures in dating — scratch that, in living — have kept her from a brush with a pickup artist. I guess I’ve got the equivalent of pickup artist herpes because I actually dated one. Well, a former one. Keep reading »
His teeny little profile picture was cute. He was the right age range and city. But when I opened the online dating message from this random dude, this is what he said:
Isn’t feminism a little obsolete? Men and women are equal nowadays. In fact, the balance is tipped in your favor.
Of all the things for a man to comment upon in my profile, he chose to kinda-insulted me by calling my belief system “obsolete”? I rolled my eyes. I hit delete. Another one bites the dust.
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I’m still feeling unsettled about this story. Twenty-three-year-old Amanda was studying in London when she met Adam Lyons, a pickup artist famous for his manifesto, Principles of Attraction. Specifically, he was hooking up with her friend at a nightclub. But still, the two had a “love at first sight” moment. Adam ditched her friend and invited Amanda to one of his pickup artist classes and she gladly accepted. How romantic.
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A couple of months ago, we brought you into the world of Paul Janka, aka the World’s Most Subtle Pickup Artist, a title he should clearly trademark soon. Today, one of his conquests shared her experience meeting Janka with Gawker, and we think you’ll find it a truly beautiful story. This woman met Janka at a party a few months ago, after which her invited her to Rome to stay at a friend’s villa. It sounded sweet until he sent her a message that read: “I bought your ticket … Make sure to get a waxing; I’m going to make all your holes very sore.” She decided to back out of their Italian adventure. He sent the cheesy snapshot of himself you see at left to try to convince her otherwise. When she made it clear that, no really, she wasn’t getting on that plane, he wrote her this line of poetry. “It’s a shame you decided to get clever and fuck it all up for yourself.” Ah, but a true gentleman like Janka knows that persistence is a virtue. Even though this all went down a while ago, this woman still receives text messages from him saying things like, “Want some coffee and want it up the ass?” I hope we can all find a guy as romantic as him some day. [Gawker] Keep reading »