Paul was a young professional who had life in the palm of his hand. He had friends. He had money. He had it all. He lived in a medium sized apartment in a nice neighborhood in the city. Life should have been great.
But he didn’t feel that way.
Sarah was also a young professional with life in the palm of her hand. She had friends. She had money. She had it all. She lived in a large apartment in a nice neighborhood in the city. Life should have been great.
But she didn’t feel that way.
“Well if she didn’t want to get hit, then she shouldn’t have started a fight.”
It makes sense to me. After all, he’s a man. You can’t expect a man to control himself. That’s asking too much.
Men are lions. Men are alligators. Men are dragons.
You cannot expect a wild beast to control itself. So why are you asking men to do the same?
All is fair when you’re talking about a fight. No rules. It’s just open war fair. If she didn’t want a fight, then she shouldn’t have started one.
“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there”
Agent Miller can’t see anything. Everything is pitch black.
“Hello?! Is anybody there?,” he shouts.
He hears a rustle and a groan to the side of him.
“Who is that?” Miller asks.
“Miller? Is that you? OH THANK GOD! I’ve been so scared,” a voice says.
I read every comment on my last post.
Every.
Single.
One.
I tried stopping after the first busy day. I couldn’t. I had to know what people were saying.
I’ve never written anything that became a thing. I’d never had strangers pass around my words. I had never become “The Internet”.
So I read all of the comments.
I used to identify myself as a maleist. That is, I believed that the rights of men were being whittled away by American women. I believed that we were raising a generation of men to be pussies. We were stamping out natural male instincts in an attempt to keep them subdued. We were telling American men that they should be ashamed of their sex and instincts.
I’m sure Fight Club had something to do with this.
I don’t identify as a maleist anymore. I find myself thinking these thoughts from time to time. I realize that they are misguided. But, they’re still lingering.
I don’t consider myself a misogynist… but….
Procrastination is a hell of a thing.
Did you know that “Young Turks” is used to refer to a delegate of progressive radicals inside a political party? Sounds good huh? Well, at least until you read about the actual Young Turks. You know, the ones that obliterated the Armenian culture… all 3000 years of it.
I learned this today while I was trying to write the post you’re reading.
I started writing this at 1:00 pm.
It is now 2:09 pm.
This is as far as I’ve gotten.
Here’s a link to an article that I wrote for Our Muddy Boots. It’s part of the “No Spank Challenge” hosted by Amy Bryant, of Parenting Beyond Punishment. This is something that I believe in entirely.
Kids are people who are most in need our protection and trust. Why spanking is still okay is way beyond me.
Give it a read. Contact me if you have any questions. If you’re not into it, move on to other stuff. There’s a great piece on The Breakfast Club here.
If you are into it, and you want to learn more. Let me know. I can point you in the right direction.
Last year, I pitched an article to Cracked about life on submarines. They really liked the idea. Along the way, I dropped the ball. They ended up running the idea with another author.
Mine was better.
I’m also a lazy asshole sometimes.
Here’s the article that I wrote. It’s done in their listicle style. All of these words are mine. They didn’t cheat me or anything. I’m just lazy, remember?
All of the following is true.
A friend of mine on Facebook recently watched The Breakfast Club for the first time. The following day, he asked on Facebook “So what happens to everyone on Monday morning?”
This was my answer.
Poorly Edited 