(Source: smilealways-andnever-giveup, via vonnegutesque)
(Source: smilealways-andnever-giveup, via vonnegutesque)
My friend Elliot is the best at everything, especially music.
Okay, I get the articles that are about football, hockey, exercise, or other shit where the author’s gender has absolutely no bearing on the validity of the article. But why the fuck would you go to a website called “askmen” to get advice about women? You don’t think women would know more about their own gender than a bunch of bros who think the friendzone is a real thing? And why would you ever click on an article entitled “Books That Impress Girls” even if it’s actually written by a woman? You know not all women like the same books, right? Like, you know how some people like tomatoes and other people don’t like tomatos because sometimes people have differing tastes and opinions? Well, women are kind of like people; there’s even been some research lately suggesting women actually are people, so some of them won’t give a shit that you spent three months reading Ulysses.
I’ve talked to a lot of dudes about dating and things that confuse me, and all of those conversations have revolved around the theme of “I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.” It’s incredible to be able to have friends with which you can share those insecurities and know they’ll be just as candid with you in return. But askmen.com seems to try capitalizing on that insecurity by offering up shitty, misogynistic advice that paints women as a members of a pre-programed collective that can only be “won over” by a very specific set of tricks, manipulation, and Ralph Lauren outfits. That stuff might work occasionally, but if you have to resort to deception a self-remodeling to have a conversation with someone you’re attracted to, you probably need to rethink the kind of person you’re attracted to.
Anyway, this is getting super long, and it’s not like anyone’s going to read this, but the people who will give you the best dating advice, the best self-improvement advice are those who actually know you and/or know the kind of person you see yourself ending up with, NOT some douchebag with an editor’s account at askmen.com and some shitty buzzwords that blanket over an entire gender.
So this stomach virus better give me extra forgiveness.

I think everyone deserves a two-year grace period once they start trying to become romantically active before you can get frustrated with them and explain that wallowing in your loneliness and acting like an ineffectual, querulous butthead isn’t going to fix whatever it is that’s preventing you happiness. So I’m really happy that Charlie Brown is getting all of that sadness out of the way before high school, where everyone will think he is cool because he plays sports. Although, he’s pretty bad at sports. And even more although, he has not aged in 60 years. Seriously. He’s like the kid from “The Tin Drum” except minus the magical powers, the Italian girlfriend, and the extremely violent streak.
Well, hopefully eventually Charlie gets his shit together, starts acting more like his dog, discovers Rogaine, and moves to a town where nobody knows his wishy-washy roots.
I thought I’d actually write something for my whopping eight followers because I made a really big mint julep (and it was delicious) and I read a lot about this “nice guy” syndrome last night while I got drunk and watched “When Harry Met Sally,” so I just feel like blabbing about how a “nice guy” could misread the whole movie and make it seem like a justification of their weird combination of misogyny, virginity, self-worship, and weirdo, stalker insecurity that makes them obsessed with any woman (or man, but I haven’t heard of the “nice guy” bullshit working its way into homosexual relationships; maybe most gay dudes just all have their shit together) who is the angelic combination of “not unattractive” and “pays some attention to me.” Anyway, I decided to make a list of incorrect and correct interpretations of this movie, because I am clearly and authority figure on film and relationships.
Incorrect interpretations:
Correct Interpretations:
Anyway, I’m not a real authority on relationships or dating. I’m not even an authority on telling the truth. But I do know that if you want a genuine relationship with someone, your best bet is to be genuine with yourself. You should never find yourself asking “How can I be the kind of person this other person wants?” because that just means you don’t belong with that person and would have no fucking clue what to do if you actually did start dating them. And again, on the off chance you did end up with your pipe dream date, then you’d have to maintain the same subterfuge and false kindness you used to get into the relationship in the first place. You’d be completely exhausted and miserable while you were dating, which would cause you two to break up, which would make you even more miserable than you would if you just, I don’t know, took a fucking second to realize that you didn’t belong with this person and instead find someone who you can be yourself around, who can be his or herself around you. Fuck, dude, emotions are super duper, but use some god damn sense and restraint before you dress your dick up like a heart and start calling it “Kindness.”
that “Ayn Rand” is an anagram for “not a feminist” if you ignore a bunch of the letters or just kind of think about it after reading her stupid books?
Someday I will be this handsome. Probably.