Archive for April 16th, 2016

What about the rights of skinny people??

Saturday, April 16th, 2016

 

Today, at Coffee Bean in Los Feliz, we were winding down after a hike at Griffith Park. She asked me what I weighed. I told her the rough numbers. Oh My God, her head sunk into her palms…was she aghast?

 

“You need to gain weight!  You can’t weigh less than [an amorphous mutual female acquaintance]!”

 

“I am eating a lot. I just don’t eat junk. My body doesn’t gain. I can deadlift a lot more than [an amorphous mutual female acquaintance].”

 

She doesn’t care that I deadlift more than double my body weight, for 5 reps.

 

“I’ll buy you nuts, will you eat them?”

 

Last week, at my parents, my dad asked me, “How much do you weigh, XXXXXX?”

 

I told him the rough numbers.

 

Everyone laughed. My mom was aghast.

 

“You’re too skinny!” she admonished!

 

“You need to eat more!” she concludedadvised.

 

And I wonder.

 

How is it that we live in a culture where I skirt the bottom end of acceptable weight, yet, fat slobs take up all the carbon-footprinted American landscape but only get humored with the comforting notion that their “rights” are Special?

 

 

fat asses

 

 

PUA rules do not apply to me.

Saturday, April 16th, 2016

 

You know what my problem is with most sites for “Men” and “Pick Up Artistry?”

 

They seem to have this ridiculous notion that all men are equally appealing to women on all levels.

 

They boast of preaching “reality” about the female psyche yet they succumb to the banality of life every single motherfucking time and happily overlook the men for whom reality has passed.

 

A prime example over on TGMP. The essay, 5 Signs Women Want You To Talk to Them, probably works for about 85% of men.

 

I’m the 15%.

 

Man rules do not apply to the likes of me out in the mating market. I’m invisible, socially unappealing, bored, indifferent. Women sense an aura of “uninvolvement” from me and their eyes happily skim across me in all contexts. My voice tone, my carriage…I’m the chick anti-crack. I wish I could film a day in the life of Me through my eyes so you could all witness and experience the sheer rejection I get from women, all the time!

 

And these 5 signs of utter stupidity?

 

Approach Invitation #1: She Plays Eye Games

Uhm.  Chicks most assuredly do not play eye games with me. In fact, it’s a rare occurrence when any woman allows herself to lock eyes with me. It’s as if they sense I’m a dead object in the visual play pen and innately skip me.

 

Approach Invitation #2: She Checks You Out

 

Ha! What is that like? (See #1). If a woman looks at me, she is looking at my really fucked up hairstyle, not my bulging 18.5 BMI’d arterial torso.

 

Approach Invitation #3: The Body Language Cues

See #1 & #2. I get NO cues other than “Was someone there?” At the store today, I think I might have gotten one IOI from some senior Armenian woman with rotund legs and another proximity probe from a nice-looking 16-year-old (which I think was more clinical than sexual).

 

Approach Invitation #4: Proximity and Lingering

 

For me it seems to be a matter of extending proximity. Women avert my field of existence and sit or stand or linger everywhere but where I am. On the train, they never sit near me even though I’m sitting there with my readers and a freaking overly inflated volume of “Infinite Jest.” (incidentally, one of the greatest books I’ve ever read).

 

Approach Invitation #5: The Plausible Denial Conversation Starter

 

Never. No one talks to me. I suspect I’ve perfected the “leave-me-the-fuck-alone” stare-down in spite of myself.

 

 

The benevolent Pope will take…12 refugees. We have a few more thousand in case he’d like to help out.

Saturday, April 16th, 2016

 

The Pope will take a dozen of those to go.

 

A person on Lesbos involved in pope’s trip confirms he plans to bring back 12 refugees.

 

Let’s hope they are not young boys.

 

Can we change the order so that the United States takes the dozen while the Vatican takes the other 10,000?  Just a thought.

 

 

What is that suspicious substance police found in England?

Saturday, April 16th, 2016

 

Sometimes it’s what police don’t tell us that is most alarming since the imagination is fond of filling in the empty spaces.

 

If we are kept in the dark, darkness will surely emanate. It’s better that the police not say anything.

 

They definitely shouldn’t say anything about “suspicious substances.”  Such substances were apparently discovered during an investigation by British police in Birmingham which resulted in the arrests of 5 people on Thursday who were suspected to have terrorist ties to the attacks in Brussels and Paris.

 

All five people arrested were held on suspicion of being concerned in the commission, preparation or instigation of acts of terrorism.
On Saturday, it emerged that specialist police attended an address in Birmingham and a “suspicious substance” was found.
Sources, reported in the Guardian newspaper, suggested that the raid was in the Small Heath area of the city.
A West Midlands police spokesman said: “During a search of an address in connection with the counter-terrorism arrests in Birmingham, a suspicious substance was found.
“A specialist unit attended as a precautionary measure. There was no immediate danger to the public and it was not necessary to evacuate any homes.”

 

 

Suspicious as in bomb-making?

 

My biggest worry is that Islamic terrorists will “scale down” their attacks from bombs to chemical warfare. Less dramatic, yes, but more psychologically potent.