All you need to do is demonstrate social value – you don’t need to lower hers.
The book was called , and it chronicles Strauss's headlong journey through this peculiar world just as it was starting to gain momentum, and his own metamorphosis into a pick-up master, teacher and guru.
The internet age taught the nerdy kid who was picked on at school that the world was theirs for the taking. Women, who retained an untamed sense of mystery, didn’t fit the matrix.
But, he says: “at the same time, there are decent, well-meaning guys out there who want to have meaningful relationships, and who get very sad that things keep going wrong for them, who just need a few pointers about how their behaviour is perceived – and what kinds of approaches would work better; and why.” Perhaps the hypothetical shy, awkward guy in the bar I described at the beginning of the piece is looking for just that, and perhaps he has a better chance of finding it with this framework around him.
But, I feel, it is more likely that framework will help him cement the idea of women as a different, inferior species, to be manipulated, hit with "negs", and preyed-upon.
The really odd thing is that the conclusion Strauss reaches in , the holy bible of pick-up artists, is that picking up women is a lonely, empty, mechanical life.