Matel has recently announced a new line of Barbie dolls of various shapes and sizes, to the delight of the mass media. I’ll resist the urge to comment on how the “curvy Barbie” they presented has blue hair.
There is one thing I will comment on though – Ken. Ken hasn’t changed at all. He’s still the same in shape “dream man” that he was before.
20 minutes into Netflix and Chill and he gives you this look
Despite media calls to the contrary, readers of my blog will know that Ken will never change. Why?
Ken is the shit. Men are not allowed the room to be mediocre in society, or else they become irrelevant and invisible. No one is there to give us a pat on the back, or help us in tough times. People will always tackle female under representation in a field and never address male under representation. We get it. That’s why we strive for greatness. Because at the top – it’s still mostly a boys club. And when we get there – you worship us.
So thank you Matel for the reminder. It feels good to be right.
I’m not crazy. But that’s usually what a crazy person says. I’m not crazy
The hardest part about describing my journey into “game”, the “manosphere” and self improvement is figuring out exactly where to start. There’s been several large milestones through the years where I realized something, learned something, or set myself in a different path in life. But to find the perfect starting moment, I have to think back for the first time I thought to myself – “something is wrong here”.
Because of the very unique circumstance of my childhood and primary school – college was the first time I really integrated into the “outside” world. Yeah, I was a weird immigrant NYC kid in a southern school, so I always felt like an outsider. But it was right there, even in my “outsider” status, even while aggressively “rejecting the norms”, i had that feeling for the first time. “Something is wrong”. Continue reading
It’s been over a year since I have seen her, maybe even two years at this point? Maybe even more. But considerable time time has passed.
She has always stood out in my eyes – she was smart, inquisitive, nerdy, open minded and caring on one end, and yet had enough “typical modern girl traits” to balance those out almost instantly. Yet because of this balance, my opinion of her was always neutral. She was the only one that stole my heart, the only one that made me contemplate on the nature of game, the only one who I would consider to be close to “the one”. She met my parents, we took trips together, yeah, it was serious.
I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about her since we broke up. Maybe, just maybe, we were the kind of couple who were the right people that met at the wrong time. Heck, we were at least several years overdue for some “I haven’t seen you in ages so lets make this deep and emotional” sex.
But then I saw her… and she got fat. And a billion thoughts rushed it.
I admit, I was intrigued. It was my first time meeting any of Amy’s friends since we started hanging out. She went to the same Crossfit gym that I go to, so all of our mutual friends are hardcore crossfit cult members. She had met some of my gamer (video, not “PUA”) friends before and had a pretty good time. Today was my turn to infiltrate her circles.
“I’m actually quite surprised how he manages to sleep with so many girls, he’s not particularly good looking, maybe it’s a foreign thing?” I was even more intrigued.What kind of player could this guy be? Obviously the “jacked swole abs chadbro” type is out. Maybe he was very charismatic? Maybe he was rich? Maybe he was the “nerd player” PUA type, an “unnatural” trained in game, kinda like I was? What did she mean by “foreign thing”? Maybe he has a British accent? Or he’s a “smooth Latino”? Or an Italian guy from Italy? I admit – I was curious. Continue reading
Bruce Jenner’s transition to Caitlyn Jenner has been dominating the discussion everywhere – it seems no matter where you turn, everyone has an opinion about the Olympic legend’s Vanity Fair photo shoot.
Some have called Caitlyn a hero, some have vilified her. Or him. The pronouns are always a big and confusing part of the discussion. My favorite post on the topic belongs to my man Mike Cernovich, who uses this as a great opportunity to talk about TRT usage (seriously give it a look, it’s brilliant).
I’m here, as always, to share something a little different. I genuinely believe that Bruce Jenner has pulled off the most masterful troll job of the century, because the more I look at this story, the more this all seems like a giant “fuck you” to his ex wife Kris Jenner, as well as his family. Here is my evidence:
1. The Timing
Kim Kardashian just announced her pregnancy, but because of Bruce’s news, this announcement received very little fanfare. Now, the Kardashian family aren’t the type to keep stuff like pregnancy on the low – they monetize every aspect of their lives – and all of that is possible because of the fanfare that surrounds it. Essentially Bruce just cost the Kardashians a lot of money, maybe millions. And who manages the Kardashian empire – his ex wife.
The New Yorker never fails
Yeah, I’m late. In the world of the internet – commenting on a week old story is about as good as talking about that “new fangled” CD Diskman all the kids are using these days. But this is too good not to pass up.
You might have heard of the war against “manspreading” – or men sitting with their legs far apart in public transportation. It is not uncommon to see a sign like this on your daily commute in New York City:
I didn’t think too much about it at first, after all, I had bigger fish to fry in my life, but last week – things changed – we had our very first arrest for “manspreading” in NYC.
Have a look at the following gallery of pictures:
Now where could I have found those pics? 8chan? 4chan? Manosphere forums? Nope, not even close. These pictures popped up on my Facebook news feed from the following pages: Anime Girls Rustle Jimmies, Nigga you just went full plebeian and Patri-Archie comics. I shared all of these pictures, and yet my numbers are still where I left off – no “Facebook friends” lost, no angry comments. just a couple of likes, some nods in agreement. Continue reading
Part of my work route
In late February – early March, 2014, I was put in a rather uncomfortable position. My roommate at the time informed me that he will not be able to sign a year’s lease with me. He was having difficulty finding steady work, and the situation was heightened by the fact that the rent for our two bedroom slice of comfort would spike by nearly 20% for the new lease.
The apartment was nice, and it performed its functions admirably, but it was not worth the rent spike. I soon learned that lesson the hard way. As potential craigslist roommate after potential craigslist roommate stopped by to check the place out, I could tell their dissatisfaction by the look in their eyes. It was not worth the money. And one by one, my potential roommates turned me down. I was left with a 2 bedroom apartment and 2 weeks worth of time to get the hell out of there.
I’m a bit late to the party for obvious reasons, but Manosphere.com has already spent a year serving you up the latest and greatest content from all over the manosphere!
Time flies doesn’t it? I started the site by aggregating roughly 50 blogs, and now the blog count has tripled and then some! We have all sorts of themes and ideas discussed – liberal and conservative, game, money, fitness, lifestyle, stories, musings, opinions – no topic and no view is off the table.
This remains my proudest accomplishment – 1 year later Manosphere.com stays true to the original goal of giving a voice to a wide array of people from all walks of life, and this guiding philosophy will remain for as long as I’m running the site.
But this celebration isn’t about me – it’s about you. Several weeks ago I asked twitter – “what does the manosphere mean to you” – and many of you sounded off. Continue reading
My Contribution to “American Girls Be Like” meme
Day in, day out, in this little corner of the web, its the same old story: American women are fat, American women are gross, American women act like children, American women are surgically attached to their smart phones, the list goes on. Continue reading