Book Review: Why Can't I Use a Smiley Face? by Roosh Valizadeh

Roosh's latest book- really just a compilation of short stories, as usual- is now available for download, and rather like the rest of his writing, it's definitely setting off waves in the Manosphere. I read it shortly after a couple of other bloggers- Matt Forney and Danger & Play- had posted positive reviews about it, and this is my take on the book.

Why Can't I Use a Smiley Face? basically describes Roosh's trip back to the US to visit his parents and siblings, and in many ways this is a very poignant set of stories to read because it gives you some idea of how much the game changes a man over time. Roosh, as far as I can tell, comes from a broken home, in the sense that his parents divorced a long time back and he spends most of his time with his father rather than his mother and sister. Despite this, he seems to be very close to his siblings and tries to give them the benefit of his experiences and hard-won wisdom.

The vignettes in this collection are of varied and often uneven quality. The best ones, though, are the stories that focus on his interactions with his family, and show just how different he is now compared to what he used to be before he got into the game and eventually became the pillager and conqueror of European pussy that he is today. Those particular stories showcase how much the game changes a man, and how dislocated a man can feel when he re-enters an utterly feminised society that he rejected in the first place.

I think D&P put it best in his review of this book:
Smiley Face is actually my favorite Roosh book. I’ve read it as, “Roosh grows up.” That may sound [condescending] at first, but it’s not. Consider his development, which is the same one many of us had. We were all once dorks. The difference is some of us go through that phase to become something better. 

Like most American men, he thought that going to college, getting a degree, getting a good job, and being a solid guy was enough to meet women. If you read his own blog, you get the sense that he’s a nice guy. He would have been the kind of guy that we would have wanted our sisters to date.
Pretty much (though I hesitate as to whether I'd want Roosh dating my sister- not that he would, given that my sister has... weight issues, of the kind that I struggled with for years before I found the 'Sphere). What struck me most about Smiley Face is the sense of loss, of dislocation, that Roosh feels when he comes back for what should have been a wonderful homecoming. I've felt something very similar for the past few years whenever I've gone home. I've had to educate myself the hard way about life in ways that my parents and sister simply don't understand and don't agree with at all. And I come from an extremely close-knit, very stable family, in many ways the polar opposite of Roosh's background. As Roosh puts it in the book, the anticipation and joy that come from the thought of going home often greatly exceed the actual experience of being home.

This book is worth reading if only for the warning that it gives men like us. The game will fundamentally change your view of women. You won't see them as special princesses any more. You won't see them as automatically worthy of love and affection. At your worst, you will often see them as conveniences, even as just pieces of meat. This is a dangerous attitude, but it comes from what society has done to women, and by extension to us. The feminised society we live in today is a disaster nearly 50 years in the making, and by rejecting it we are rejecting a very deeply rooted culture that will do everything in its considerable power to destroy us. What Roosh's book delivers is an antidote of sorts to that venom.

Fundamentally, many of those who got into the game were decent "nice guy" Betas who were tired of being abused and tormented by a society that is polarising the sexual market place at a rate never before seen in human history. Roosh points out that in some ways, he never lost that "nice guy" appeal- as he says to his mother when she goes off at him for not treating women nicely, whenever he has a woman over at his place in Europe, he very often cooks for her, buys her drinks, treats her well, and generally acts like a real gentleman. (This is of course after he's crushed ass, which is the critical distinction between Roosh and most Nice Guys who make the mistake of thinking that buying flowers and drinks and dinners will get them to that stage.) Many men who have taken the Red Pill- I would wager most of us- really do want to find that one girl who will make all the rest look ugly and stupid in comparison, the one who we can spend the rest of our lives with. But one of the consequences of taking the Red Pill is that, by ripping away the veil of pretty lies that has blinded us for so long, our search becomes paradoxically MUCH more difficult.

Roosh's work in providing structure and form to the style of game that he teaches is invaluable. Just as invaluable is his work that shows the effects of the Red Pill on a former Nice Guy Beta. This book is worth reading, especially if you've read Bang and Day Bang, just to see that transformation in action.

Verdict: 3.5/5; uneven writing quality, but the good greatly outweighs the bad, so it's still very much worth reading.


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