Posts Tagged ‘Narcissism’

At some point, every place you frequent will become corrupted by suburbanites.

In New York, for example, clubs and restaurants closed after “bridge and tunnel” traffic destroyed the vibe.

In Houston, business models take this kind of thing into consideration so it doesn’t really matter. I guess people in Manhattan thought they’d be better insulated, but Jersey was just a bridge away.

The divide between Suburban and Urban is much worse than jarring. It’s hysterical and getting worse it would seem.

Frames of reference are light years apart. In fact, everything about big city life sets whatever happens in Suburbia in another star system.

I guess it’s like going to war for the first time. Everything is shocking until it isn’t and then your just as screwed as the rest of us.

 

 

UP NEXT!

Eventually you reach the chronological point where you can no longer approach young women without eliciting a 911 call.

I know this is tough to handle.

But the fact that you’re still living life the way you did 20 years ago doesn’t mean everyone else is also stuck in suspended animation, not that I’m judging your perennial adolescence or anything.

The fact of the matter is aging nails all of us eventually.

But the real problem with it [in this context] is that it doesn’t come with a notice in the mail.

It just happens, and there you are wandering around like an idiot.

It’s a tough adjustment, I grant you. And accepting it does require a certain level of maturity, even if you think you can afford not to.

I talk a lot about leverage assets in the middle years, and this is a prime example of where it can help.

When you accept the fact that youth [as you once knew it] is gone, and that you are now a commodity at, for example, a gallery opening, you have a much better shot at meeting someone who is also there under the pretense of art.

You are no longer the young man with endless promise, but rather a fully assembled automobile that people will appraise as such.

So choose the right color combos, strike the right engine notes and hope someone is willing to run a test drive based on what they see, because that’s all there is as far as they’re concerned.

You can work on the rest later.

You’re welcome.

In more affluent demographics, female trainers are the most sought after commodities in the human food chain, particularly for middle-aged men.

Why wouldn’t they be?

A prerequisite for employment at most upscale health-clubs is a college degree in something like Kinesiology.

So they’re educated, which is more than you can say for most strippers.

Second, they’re super ridiculously fit, unlike most wives.

And third, they have healthy lifestyle habits, so [in your mind, anyway] you won’t have to chase them down at nightclubs and pool parties at 3 in the morning.

The fantasy is a supercharged version of the woman you met at Dartmouth 25 years ago. An upgrade from the standard 6-speed to PDK with more horsepower and better suspension.

All female trainers in these environments are keenly aware of this fantasy and leverage it like a hammer of the gods.

This is why the lion’s share of clients for these women are men over 40 — and sometimes women who want to save their marriages.

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Postscript: The types of men and women trainers attract has everything to do with presentation.

Trainer Stereotytpes and the Clients They Attract

1] Super hot 25 – 32 year-old female.

Clients: Men over 40

2] Chiseled man of color with attitude.

Clients: Attractive young females who know he knows how to get them in the kind of shape they want to in in to attract men like him…or him as the case may be.

3] Male or female bodybuilder.

Clients: Men and women interested in sculpting and putting on some mass.

3] Older male or female trainers without no other agenda than keeping their clients out of emergency rooms.

Clients: Normal, well-adjusted men and women over 40 who see the big picture rather than a subplot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a “normal, well-adjusted” young woman sees an older man dating someone her age [or is hit on by an older man], she often dismisses the move as “creepy.”

But none of this has anything whatsoever to do with the man. It’s the woman’s frustration with her own personal life.

She’s either single and frustrated, or unhappy with someone in her life, and hopes this kind of thing doesn’t become a routine.

She’s trying to protect her space in time from outside interference.

If I told you I didn’t understand this reaction I’d be lying. I did the same thing as a young man when trying to defend my world from older affluent men who seemed to come and go at will with women my age.

I wasn’t there yet, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It was what it was, and I couldn’t afford to compete.

As for the women who refuse to consider it as a viable alternative to younger men, the following applications of “creepy” are as follows:

1] Young women use it against their fathers for dating women their age — and against their fathers’ friends who hit on them.

2] Older women use it against older men who won’t date them because they’re no longer young.

3] Feminist yoga Nazis use it against men because any weapon against men is a good thing.

This is the backlash all older men face when bucking the system.

It’s also blatant discrimination, sanctioned by all women for the reasons enumerated.

All men are fair game. Not that we haven’t always been the scapegoat for all of the world’s nightmares. Thank God we don’t have menstrual cycles or the shit would really hit the fan.

You definitely do not want to fuck with testosterone.

Just let us buy into our own delusions for a solid week every month and there would be nothing left to talk about.

So back to the “creep” thing, if dating women half our age is “creepy” then tell younger women to stop dating us.

There are many reasons they do it, including the ones you imagine, so stop wasting your breath.

Do women actually think age-appropriate relationships come with money back guarantees?

Check out the latest divorce statistics — or how about the number of single women running around with kids they can’t afford because their age-appropriate husbands got sick of their emasculating bullshit and moved to another state under an assumed name.

Cry all you want. Men will take what’s available because it’s in our nature. It’s what we do and who we are, and just because women resent it doesn’t mean it’s going anywhere.

When women hand their bodies to us in the name of feminist egalitarianism, we take the bodies and forget about what the hell it’s called. All we see is availability…and now we’re opportunists; soulless scumbags with no moral compass bordering on the sociopathic.

Hey, it’s not our fault that Oxytocin doesn’t run rampant in our bloodstreams.

The regret drug. Oops. Didn’t think feelings would play a role in rough play, did you?

Frankly, it’s time all women took a long, hard look at what they’ve created.

Yes, this is their world, the one they carved out in the name of equality and then hammered over our heads for 5 decades.

So this is what hammering us over the head for 5 decades looks like…

 

After a while this shit gets ridiculous.

The woman is obviously in her mid-40s, which is fine because she still looks great [but not in this photograph] for a hard-working middle-aged talk show host.

Generally speaking, I don’t care that people lie about their age.

But for someone like Handler who prides herself on coming clean about everything, and then demanding the same of her guests is beyond belief.

Now viewers focus more on the quality of her Botox injections than her performance.

Now she’s the brunt of the joke.

Gene Simmons’ “hair” is no longer a talking point.

Now everyone knows that the routine outing of guests is an effective ploy to deflect attention from herself.

I’d like to someone challenge her on the numbers, but I’m sure their appearance contract prohibits any mention of her age.

In the end, people would have far more respect for her if she just stopped embarrassing herself.

Yes, she can still attract the attention of young men — for a night, which is the crux of this whole thing: waning relevance.

Love the irony.

To keep things real, I thought I’d drop a quick note about this Celebrex ad.

As you can see, the guy on the right is supposed to fit the profile of a typical middle-aged man: Receding hairline, the obligatory sweater [sweaters soften men up physically and emotionally], and of course, the age-appropriate dance partner just to let you know he’s normal and well-adjusted.

But as the ad progresses you see him dancing with the instructor [seen in the background], and if you were to tune in at that exact moment you would assume she was his wife.

This is reality.

Unless the man has been married for 30 years to the woman they cast as his wife, she’s not his freaking wife!

I laugh every time I see this crap.

If I were casting this I’d swap the women’s roles and men would be buying all the Celebrex they could get their hands on.

Well-adjusted my ass.

It’s fine to occasionally employ the title phrase when you don’t want to discuss something that either bores the living shit out of you, or burdens you in some other way, particularly after hearing it a thousand times.

But what happens when you grow up in an environment where every time you want to discuss something meaningful you hear it?

Now years have passed – decades – and the phrase begins to echo.

Eventually, you start talking about something else. In my world, this is referred to as “standing up straight.”

You swap what defines you in favor of what defines someone else. So you surrender.

But that piece of you never goes away, and one day you find yourself paying someone $185.00 for 50 minutes of their time to discuss it, which now takes 10 years of analysis to unravel.

This is how narcissism works…and doesn’t.

What you’re looking at is a man who would be dead within three hours if he skipped a single meal.

This is the new normal.

My gym is overrun with such men.

Many of them are middle aged, single, narcissistic, arrogant, and unemployed — courtesy of family assistance or blind luck or both.

In other words, aspiring to look like this guy is all they do.

In a sense, it’s what they do for a living because to live without it would be a death sentence.

I bring this up in deference to – and, in solidarity with – women who are subjected to the media’s idealization of anorexic physiques and the psycho nightmare that leads people here.

Personally, I like curves, but I’m neither normal or well adjusted by today’s standards.

On another note, I’ve been hard at work on my new book, which is why my posts have been scant of late.

 

 

 

 

 

http://social.entertainment.msn.com/blogs/blog–jlo-ditched-over-diva-demands

 

It’s not about talent, stupid.

It may, however, have something to do with her Hispanic heritage [slice and dice the demographic and you come up with ratings], coupled with bedding the right people under circumstances that provided fodder for blackmail.

It may also have had something to do with more than a seed of narcissism coupled with delusion. The two tend to go hand in hand.

Hollywood paves the way for it’s own demons by elevating such people to levels beyond which any human being can adapt without psychiatric consequence. It creates – and then markets – the brands, but kills the branded. So we have incarnations like Lopez who is no longer in touch with reality because the branding process leaves her, the person, the human being, somewhere else entirely. She doesn’t even have a first name anymore. It’s simply” J-Lo” as though it were some sort of ice cream or facial cleanser.

So this is what Hollywood spawns in order to generate income: products. It simply utilizes the narcissistic fuel already in ample supply in it’s “stars” and then amplifies it a thousand times and a thousand more until the person breaches all sane thresholds and then ends up in a New York Post story like the one above.

So, in essence, it’s a fucked up person manipulated by an opportunistic marketing network to generate income = which generates psychiatric fallout = which makes for great headlines.

I get it.