Post: #1

Looks like the hostess from the London seminar was interviewed by the HuffPo:

http://www.donotlink.com/g8n1

Short version:

- She claims to start out being disillusioned by feminism
- She becomes the hostess of the Roosh event
- She's a Marxist so she answers a question about capitalism. She doesn't feel that her answer was received well enough
- She is interviewed by the BBC afterward
- She claims Roosh was angry with her
- She now is a feminist again

Does anyone remember her from the event?

Edit: updated the link, thanks CH-Toronto

Post: #2

Quote:- She now is a feminist again

What a lovely tale of redemption. Reminds me of born-again Christian testimonies.

Post: #3

Use this link
http://www.donotlink.com/g8n1

Wow, she seemed very bitter. Roosh probably had no intention of calling her out, but I think we need to hear some kind of rebuttal. It seems like she had said some things she shouldn't have, and when she was shot down it was like her toy got taken away.

Post: #4

I hope Roosh paid her enough to buy a brush. Must be a jungle down there. Can anyone from the presentation confirm?

Quote:I have a problem. I hate-read. Call it a hobby, a pastime or a pathology, I came across The Red Pill when I was traveling in Asia, it's bitter ideology in such jarring contrast with my own, progressive feminist views and was instantly hooked. Which is where I found Roosh V.

Roosh, an expatriate of the US who left to trawl poorer parts of the world for women ostensibly 'unspoiled' by Western culture, is the creator of his own series of 'Bang' books and the notorious centre of the manosphere, Return of Kings. Like an addict meticulously picking the carpet for forgotten crumbs of crack, I consumed his entire, ahem, oeuvre, and was fascinated, the nausea rising in my throat with every click. And when I heard he was seeking hostesses for the London stop of his 'World Tour', I couldn't resist getting in contact, to get a first hand look at exactly what type of man would pay to see him talk. And there was another reason.

As a mixed-race pragmatist and having seen darker parts of the world, I'd grown disillusioned with what feminism was turning into. Co-opted and petty, I failed to understand exactly what people like Lindy West were trying to achieve with 'fat acceptance', or events like Slutwalk, that all seemed like half-baked, self-serving distractions that draw attention to exciting pictures of themselves on their Facebooks, with 'slut' daubed across their chests in lipstick, and away from women who sorely needed real 'empowerment'. Men like Roosh were obviously at another ridiculous end of the scale, but was there any value in what they had to say?

I arrived at the venue in Knightsbridge flustered and hot from the tube delays and oppressive London heat. I shook Roosh's hand, who was pleasant and taller than I imagined. He gave me a rundown of my duties, before dashing off to help set up the auditorium. It was an hour before the talk was due to start, but already, a steady stream of Red Pillers had begun arriving. I was surprised to see a mix. There were attractive businessmen in their 50s, students, hipsters who had presumably made their way down from Shoreditch especially, as well as the type of people you'd expect at an event run by a PUA. A shuffling, odd looking fellow who went by the name of 'Rusty Nails', a few acne-dotted nervy looking guys in their early twenties, as well as someone who I can only describe as the love child of Boris Johnson and Aleister Crowley, an eccentric public school boy who refused to wear his assigned name tag as 'it would ruin the line of one's suit' and made for interesting conversation with during the intervals.

The BBC also attended, to the surprise of all of us, none of whom were informed prior by Roosh. I was briefly interviewed and the talk discussing the evils of feminism, the west, its degeneracy, as well as how to find women to be with in foreign countries was delivered. During the speech, I noticed Roosh occasionally struggle with his words, and he displayed the signs of someone who's been through speech therapy for a stammer or similar. He'd commented, in a thinly veiled, acerbic tone, that I loved being on camera because of how easy I found it to talk, and that I must have a crush on the producer. And now I knew why. His pursuit of a formulaic way to 'game' women also made sense, too.

Finally, there was a Q and A, and someone asked a question about how capitalism was relying on the destruction of family and reduced birth-rate, and so the rise in 'non-traditional', 'blue-pill' families was part of a plan to make money. I raised my hand, and corrected him, as any Marxist worth his salt will know, capitalism fundamentally relies on population growth. I was immediately shut down, and a little while later, he quipped that women were clearly illogical, based on the point I'd raised, which sent the room roaring with laughter. I could only raise an eyebrow. Surely they'd want to debunk the assertion that Red Pillers hate women by not dismissing me on the basis of my gender?

Outside, the BBC asked what I'd thought about that, and I spoke honestly. Mid way through, Roosh appeared, and blasted me for 'selling him out'. 'Never trust a woman', he muttered, retreating to the auditorium. Afterwards, as I gathered my things to leave he refused to look at me and I reflected on the day on the way back home.

The event was sold out, which is alarming. Extremism makes its impression on vulnerable, impressionable minds. I worry that it might be turning potential moderate young men, somewhat understandably fed up with the histrionics of some feminists into women-hating douchebags. As for me, I'm trying to work out where I fall, but I'd still call myself, at the core, a feminist. At least for now.

Post: #5

(08-05-2015 07:51 PM)samsamsam Wrote:  

Quote: 'Never trust a woman'

Nailed it.

Post: #6

She was there to work, not to open her mouth. But of course a feminist always thinks she exists to have her opinion heard. Typical.

Post: #7

It really would be a good idea to hire a hostess that has no idea of what the event is before hand, or else you'll attract feminists like this one with an axe to grind. By the way I like how she tries to distance herself from Lindy West so she can feign objectivity on the issue, as if it's not abundantly clear she has always been an ardent feminist.

Post: #8

Quote:I raised my hand, and corrected him, as any Marxist worth his salt will know, capitalism fundamentally relies on population growth.

If she's a Marxist, she committed an own goal by identifying herself as such. That's an even more laughable outlook than feminism.

Post: #9

Apparently Marxism doesn't qualify as extremism now.

Post: #10

(08-05-2015 07:51 PM)samsamsam Wrote:  

Would bang.

Post: #11

Quote:I arrived at the venue in Knightsbridge flustered and hot from the tube delays and oppressive London heat. I shook Roosh's hand, who was pleasant and taller than I imagined.

Post: #12

(08-05-2015 08:42 PM)Conscious Pirate Wrote:  

Quote:I arrived at the venue in Knightsbridge flustered and hot from the tube delays and oppressive London heat. I shook Roosh's hand, who was pleasant and taller than I imagined.

So, Roosh was pleasant and tried to be nice to her. Then she couldn't just do her job, she had to be part of the event - had to have her opinion heard - so Roosh had to get rid of her. The experience makes her super feminist.

This is literally confirming that feminism is a ready excuse for not performing in the workplace. "It can't be my bad work performance, it must be Roosh's misogyny."

Hamster's gonna hamster...

Post: #13

She forgot to mention that she showed up 15 minutes late. I had to check in guys until she finally arrived. I still gave her the promised salary and let her sit in on the lecture when she asked me. Her backstabbing behavior was pretty low, but not surprising. The funny thing is she's engaged to be married. I expect her husband to not get off as easily as I did with her.

Post: #14

(08-05-2015 07:59 PM)samsamsam Wrote:  She was there to work, not to open her mouth. But of course a feminist always thinks she exists to have her opinion heard. Typical.

She was there to work alright. She just happened to pick a job with her absolute ideological antithesis, had a perfect narrative laid out, and was "surprised" to be interviewed by the BBC?

Post: #15

Meh, another woman unsatiated by the many truths shared by men. What else is new?

Post: #16

She's surprised it's a 'mix' because feminists are pretty much all the same, fat, unattractive and angry that the world doesn't revolve around them.

We come are from diverse backgrounds, religions, races etcetera. I know most lean conservative, but as someone who does not, I've never been ostracized. Imagine that happening with feminists, someone questioning any of their 'ideas'.

Post: #17

I'm going to hazard a guess that her "contribution" was unnecessarily long and rambling.

Post: #18

(08-05-2015 07:59 PM)samsamsam Wrote:  She was there to work, not to open her mouth. But of course a feminist always thinks she exists to have her opinion heard. Typical.

Yep. Hopefully she gets the popularity she was looking for from this article and it comes up to the top when future freelancers look to hire her and see that she'll smack talk the event and invite herself to participate vs. exist in the background like staff are supposed to do.

That is on the level of dumb like if the bartender decided to make toast at my wedding.

Post: #19

(08-05-2015 09:40 PM)Dr. Howard Wrote:  That is on the level of dumb like if the bartender decided to make toast at my wedding.

Is that level of dumb above or below that of getting married?

What am I saying??? I still want to get married and squeeze out some rugrats...

Post: #20

More publicity for Roosh.

Post: #21

This type of spy-backstabbing work appears to be her business model. It's a subtle form of attention-whoring:

Quote:I’ll Never Look At China The Same After Working For An Insanely Wealthy Family In Hangzhou
(From Business Insider, Feb. 2014)

[Editor's note: This article was written by Soraya Heydari, who recently traveled from London to work as a nanny for a wealthy Chinese family in Hangzhou. Following a popular Reddit AMA in which she revealed that her host family had five Porsches, Business Insider asked her to write a longer account, which we have lightly edited and printed below.]

It was around the time when I sat, still dazed from the jet lag, in the booth of a steakhouse with my family had taken me to, or perhaps when I took the elevator up to my new Chinese home, lined with posters advertising skin and hair lightening treatments, that I realized this was not going to be the Red China I had heard about. In fact, standing in the street lined with designer shoe stores, burger joints, and pizza spots, the very idea that I was in a Communist state seemed laughable.

My decision to move to China had been somewhat incidental. I'd had a terrible last year at university and I didn’t have the money saved to travel freely as I would have liked. When I saw the job listing for a live-in teacher and nanny in China, I knew this could be my chance to get away from my life in London and rural Hampshire, and I'd read a number of books about Chinese history and Mao's China. What I didn't realize was that I would be getting a front row seat at the new lives of the Chinese elite.

Honestly, my family were extremely kind and welcoming and, more generally, the Chinese people seemed to be incredibly hospitable. The family had decorated my room with adorably kitsch furnishings and I was surprised to see how luxurious their apartment was. A love of luxury and Westernism permeated their lives, sometimes in an amusing parody of actual Western customs or products. Pizzas and salads are made with a curious mix of mismatched Western ingredients and almost always slathered with mayonnaise.

My host mother is an incredibly stylish and good-looking woman, and I would watch in amazement as she had stacks of designer shoes delivered every week, seemingly with higher heels each time to boost her tiny 5-foot frame. She and the other kept women of the apartment complex where we lived seemed to pile on these designer ensembles, and she often lamented that she couldn’t find shoes in my size so that I couldn’t look as polished as her. Awkwardly, she would remark enviously about my larger chest when I changed in front of her or when we were looking for clothes.

[Buries the attention-whoring deep in the piece]

Despite having hundreds of millions of citizens living in poverty, China's surging population of new rich are all too willing to flash their cash. My family was one of them, and we spent our weekends having lavish 50-dish banquets plus tea and drinks and being driven around in one of the family’s many Porsches.

During the week my days began early, taking the son to school, and then helping him with his homework and helping him learn English when he returned. The kid was very cute, decked out in designer gear like the rest of his family, but sometimes incredibly hard not to discipline — for example, he once spat in my face and I found I could do nothing to tell him off.

The kid's life was ridiculously lavish and he was more than a little spoiled. For example, the family organized an event including famous singers from Hong Kong and a catwalk show that featured their son performing a song at the end. As the performance ended, several girls asked him to sign autographs and pictures and from that his already understandably slightly spoiled personality had another ego boost. A little while later, his Chinese teacher was helping me look after him one day and translated a remark he had made out of nowhere: He said we should be nicer to him because he is a star now. It was understandable he was a little big-headed — his mother kept trying to get him into TV and four evenings a week he had keyboard, singing, and piano lessons. She was sure he would be a star.

Although he was often incredibly cheeky (he would pick his nose and wipe it on me, and also tried to sneak me pork, something which I don’t eat), this wasn’t all that bad compared to some of my friend’s experiences. One girl who lived about an hour from me witnessed the younger child who was about five being allowed to pee on the floor or into a bucket in the living room so he didn’t have to move the 10 steps into the bathroom. Other kids are extremely violent: A girl in the next building was often cracked on the head with wood or kicked in the face and chest by the three-year-old she looked after. Worse still was the experience of my friend who was constantly called fat by the agency and her hosts, screamed at by her family members, and forced to cook using peanut oil, to which she is allergic. My own issues were usually not due to the family being jerks, but more to a massive culture clash and due to problems with the agency that had helped me find a job.

It certainly wasn't all bad. Everywhere I saw kids playing happily or sat by the lake or pond with their grandparents, just enjoying being there. My host-mother would give her son a big kiss and I heard excited squeals before he went to bed coming from the bathroom as she washed him and they played games. Often he would come into my room and talk to my friends on skype or just sit on the bed playing next to me. Once when it was time for bed he looked up at me and said "wo xihuan ni," which means "I like you." I’ll remember that much better than the mango, mayo, and tomato salad.

Post: #22

Guys who were at the London lecture: How were the hostess's titties? She seems to go to lengths to insert them into the conversation.

Post: #23

What a worthless piece of shit.

Oooooo, how I was so horrified and felt so icky and so creepy and yet couldn't get enough.

So sick of these useless fucks.

The thing is, Roosh pressed multiple buttons in her subconscious and she alternates between fascination, repulsion, confusion, and anger.

In short...she gets tingles but hates to admit it. So the frustrated desire is channeled into...guess what...attention whoring.

Attention whoring, that default setting in every Western woman's id.

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Post: #24

I wonder if she's taking notes for her post-divorce piece.

Post: #25

WLBM (would let blow me)