People liked it. There was no plan for this, man. I got fired from being a lawyer, and I got fired by my dad from my family business. It just ended up being that I was one of the first people to catch this wave, right? My book was the first book that went from blog to book to New York Times best-seller.
Number one, the first one. It can be a micro-fame. I know professors who are very famous in their little academic field, and then outside their academic field no one cares, but that dynamic is still the same, like at their conferences for their little field. People look at you for what you can get them. My whole life became that for a while, and it was very, very, very weird.
Everything was transactional. I already had kind of known I was done with writing about drinking and hooking up. Game and its offshoots are not diametrically opposed to settling down. What must happen, though, is that the hard truths discussed in game need to be carried over into marriage and fatherhood, along with actionable plans to self-improve and self-actualize.
They smell the hypocrisy of squeezing millions of dollars from disowned lifestyles. How can these men be taken seriously in peddling new philosophies when they spent so many years living radically different ones? Single life and family life may have different priorities, but with neomasculinity you have access to an ideological continuity that is powerful, not just internally consistent. Maybe one day, perhaps silently, Neil Strauss and Tucker Max will comprehend the errors of their midlife U-turns.
If not, how about they return all the money they made from preaching false Gospels? Home About Archives Culture Masculinity. Brown November 29, Manosphere Comments. David G. They routinely risk their lives so you are free to toss your fat ass around Lincoln Park like some haughty tramp, and you question them? Woman, get us some food and liquor, and be quick about it.
The woman in front of me in line spends more than 5 seconds contemplating her order. I try to send back certain items, like the apple pie. We argue about who owns each pickle. These become intense and profanity laced arguments. Military guys use very creative curse words.
The restaurant is empty. We taunt them, and cheer as they leave. They, along with their small children, are all cowards. This is like the DMZ of drunk eating. She is scared of us.
She goes behind the counter, then tells us to leave again. She waves the phone at us, threatening police intervention. We go. It is a large townhome. There is a big bar, with a bartender. I see several sweater vests. A few anti-war buttons. A couple guys holding glasses of pinot grigio.
It most decidedly IS that type of party. You kill terrorists; I destroy poseurs and idiots. Get a drink and watch the artist at work. They only have well. I think he is hiding the good stuff from us. I tell her that the rat-fink bartender is trying to make us drink cheap donkey piss. She laughs at this. Since I literally wrote the book on shameless flirting, I shamelessly flirt. She flirts back.
She looks at me seductively, and tells me to follow her upstairs. Rich was right; you are the fucking MAN. There a few other people there. They are smoking pot and drinking. There is a solitary bottle on the table with greenish liquid in it. I am not afraid. It turns clear. This fascinates us. Goddamn—my neck muscles flex involuntarily. I can feel my heart start beating irregularly. I drink more. Except our mothers. He says he brought it back from Europe because it is illegal in the US.
Apparently, it is very strong proof and has hallucinogenic properties. I tell him he smells like patchouli oil and bong water. Rich and Eddie laugh hysterically. Tucker has an audience. Rich and Eddie want to see full-on Drunk Insult Tucker. Loaded up with hallucinogenic alcohol, Tucker is happy to oblige. A fat girl walks in. During foreplay banter, tall girl makes a request:. She got mad when I tested this by trying to stick my fingers into her nose.
The great irony was ten minutes later, when she told me that she was so poor growing up that there were times when she and her mom ate only potatoes and peanut butter sandwiches. I wake up the next morning and find my cousin, naked, sheets wrapped clumsily around his torso, asleep on the floor next to the sofa. Why the floor? I was in tears laughing at the scene. As soon as we get outside, my cousin flips. It was awful.
Eat shit and die, you cocksucker. They were like bags of oatmeal. TheCousin is currently finishing his undergraduate studies at the University of Tennessee because he was kicked out of the Merchant Marine Academy. He was on restriction, and went off campus to get a sandwich. Yes, he is obviously related to me.
TheCousin and I went back to his place, and he took a shower, scrubbing himself like a rape victim. He had a late English class that day, and I decided to tag along and see what it was like.
I went to public school in Kentucky, and I say this now with full understanding of the meaning: That class, a level class, was possibly the biggest farce of education I have ever seen.
I wish I could give you recap of the conversation, but that would be like trying to recount the disjointed ramblings of a senilic nursing home sewing circle. I would have learned more watching a Special Olympics spelling bee. After class, my cousin showed me around the campus.
There were beautiful women everywhere. He casually sauntered up to a beautiful girl, used some dumbshit line, and she looked at him with such shock and disgust I almost fell over laughing. She looked like a homeless person had asked her to wash his ass. The highlight of the campus tour was when we came across this old guy standing on a corner with a megaphone, preaching to everyone about the Bible and Jesus and what not. He had serious mental problems, but was nonetheless hilarious.
I loved him. He was castigating and vilifying every attractive girl that walked by. I stopped for awhile to provoke him. Some samples:. The Lord forbids such dress! Look at that blonde girl. She is a common prostitute, smeared with the paint of seduction, flaunting her wiles for Satan! For my money, there is nothing funnier than provoking idiots. I could have hung out with that guy all day, but there was alcohol to be consumed and women to be exploited, so it was off to the party.
He would play for UT, but he used up his four years of eligibility before he got kicked out of the academy. He is like a grad assistant, and hangs out with the team a lot, thus we went to their party that night at the lacrosse house. The party was a typical college party, lots of kegs and college people and what not. At one point in the night, I got to trading stories, and these three guys I met had some great ones:.
His roommates, instead of helping him, came in and shaved ALL the hair off his body.
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