Fellas be honest… How often do you get rejected ?
I think I’m about average here for a dude. In my life, I’ve asked maybe ~500 women out. I’ve been rejected by 95% of them, some quite cruelly. That’s about 25 women who said yes.
Mainly I was successful because I asked a lot of people. You can’t really do that anymore as it’s “harassment.” But it wasn’t when I was coming up.
If you’re not comfortable with being rejected a lot, it sucks being a dude.
Hurricane Milton projected to reach Category 4 in the next two days.
This hurricane might cane where we used to live. Glad we left Florida, for a huge list of reasons.
In the video below, a lot of those people had their throats slit, mostly the women. Arab culture in general is diseased. It needs radical reformation.
And yes, I do know this firsthand. I lived in Egypt and traveled pretty widely in the area. Of the cultures of the world I’ve experienced, the Arabic Islamic culture is the worst and most harmful, particularly to women.
And that’s not Islamophobia. That’s reality.
I do the same thing! Using almost the same phrase. And it does piss off a lot of people. But that’s ok. I get shit fixed and that’s what the people who actually pay me care about. The rest can fuck right off.
I suspect about 80% of anti-vax sentiment is just simple fear of needles.
why men are more communitive with friends than girlfriends?
Because in most cases, anything you reveal and share about your worries and vulnerabilities with a girlfriend definitely will be used to harm you in the future. Women keep records. Men do not. Not nearly as often, anyway. And women also mostly hate it when men look weak in any way. They believe even the hint of a man having emotions as their having to do “emotional labor.”
Other than my present partner (which is one of the many reasons I’m still with her), 100% of the women I’ve dated or been a relationship with have been this way.
Why, I do not know. But it seems incredibly common with women. It must have to do with socialization but even with as many women friends as I have, I don’t understand it — since behaving this way harms the woman in question too.
What is the big deal about the Central Limit Theorem? To me, it seems pretty obvious. Not that I would’ve discovered it back in the day but now that it has been discovered it seems easy to understand.
I see articles from time to time talking about how amazing and revolutionary CLT is and was, and I guess? But it just seems like, how could it be any other way? It’s like saying, “Isn’t it amazing the color ‘red’ is ‘red!'” Wow!”
Maybe I’m missing something.
As a reflexive contrarian from way back, the danger of being that way is that it does tend to lead you to doing assclownish things like supporting Putin if you’re not also a reflective contrarian.
Ian Welsh used to be the latter. Now he’s not. If it hurts America, he’s all for it. Even if it harms him too. There are too many others like him.
I truly do wish these clowns would go fight in Putin’s meat waves. But then that’d actually help Putin too, so I guess I’m not really for that. Not much help, admittedly — they’d all be killed in the first 10 seconds of any combat. But still, even marginal meat helps Putin.
Dammit.
I was thinking about that other day, how the “Ukraine should just roll over and be genocided” people clearly believe in great power competition, they just want one side to lose. I will never understand Putin worshippers, especially those who were born in and are citizens of any Western country. Like, couldn’t you find someone less odious to worship? Less genocidal? Less comically evil?
I will never understand the Chomsky and Welsh types who get off on being in thrall to a complete douche like Putin.
We may have passed peak obesity.
Woohoo! Now if we could just get rid of all the tattoos so people don’t like goddamn dumpsters all the time.
About this post, I just want to be clear on something. The distance between those like me and the average doofus is much smaller than the distance between me and someone like John von Neummann. It’s not even close; it only seems that way because the average doof is not clever enough to discern the vast gulf between levels they can’t even perceive.
But I am just smart enough to be able to see that divide. And someone like Johhny V is vastly smarter than I am, far more than someone like me compared to John or Jane Q. Public.
To put it in numeric terms, I’m 20x smarter than the average person. But Archimedes is 10,000x smarter than I am. Or he would be were he still alive. But it all looks the same when you’re on the bottom.
I know you’re not supposed to talk about this obviously-true but hurtful stuff. But I don’t care. I like to have a real self-evaluation of what I’m capable of and what I’m not. I’m little concerned with what anyone else thinks about it.
Doesn’t take a deep dive into history to know that. So if you want to ask, “Who was there first?” It wasn’t the Palestinians. (I personally think that question is fucking idiotic but that is what a lot of anti-semites use to argue against Israel’s existence, so I enjoy hoisting them by their own retards1.)
The Russia shills don’t care what Russia actually does — as long as it is terrible, they are happy with it. Because, somehow, killing rivers is “resisting” Amerikkkaa. Somehow.
She constructs a perfect nest and raises a beautiful brood of chicks.
This is one of the reasons when people say wildly wrong (but common) things like, “Genes can’t orchestrate complex behaviors!” I think of examples like a bird building a nest.
And I realize, yes, genes very much can.
I’m so sad about Asheville; that is a cool place. Many moons ago I even considered moving there, but at the time remote jobs weren’t really a thing and the market for IT people in the area was not great. Like many things Asheville was better during the 90s, but it never lost its charm even after experiencing massive growth.
Not sure what year it was, but sometime around 1999-2002 I was driving near downtown Asheville. It was days before Halloween and many revelers were out on the street, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. There were dozens and dozens of people in ornate costumes just having the best time in a really congenial way — unlike how a lot of Americans party, which usually seems hostile and threatening. The costumes were so perfect and put-together it felt like a movie. As I drove slowly through, a few of the celebrants even motioned me to get out my car to join them. I’m not that social, though, so I gave a friendly wave in return and kept on driving.
But it felt nice. And that’s how Asheville is sometimes.