Ladies Men and Melodies
I encountered a book called “The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists” at the library recently. It looked like an interesting read and, who knows, maybe it would give me a few pointers on the ‘art of seduction’. While at first it seemed like it would be a fine read chock full of tips and tricks, I quickly realized that this book was laughable and ridiculous. I can pretty much sum up the entire book in one sentence. Dress and act like a complete and utter douchebag, and you’ll be a ladies’ man. This book is full of insider terms and phrases (it has a detailed, multi-page glossary of pickup artist terms) and stories of ’successes’ in the field (i.e. bars and nightclubs). The ‘artists’ never use real names. They know each other and refer to themselves by self-appointed ‘player handles’ such as Style, Papa, Tyler Durden, and other such hilarious varieties. I’ve read about half of the damn thing and have put it down. I can’t bear to finish it. The author of the book comes across as arrogant and omnipotent in all things woman, when really I sense a deep depression that is filled with a pumped up sense of self and ego. The other main ‘artist’ documented in the book is Mystery. If any of you recall the show “the Pickup Artist” on VH1, then you’ll also recall the tall, ugly, ridiculously Canadian idiot who hosted the show. That is Mystery. Enough said. What a waste of time this is. If you can’t be yourself, how can you ever hope to achieve anything substantial with a woman other than a one night stand? I’ll stick to dressing my own way and behaving with a sense of respect toward the opposite sex. It’s been working alright for me anyway.
The most beautiful song released in the last couple years is “Caroline and I” by Kentucky Nightmare, a Bloomington, IN band. I first heard the song at one of their shows about 6 months ago. I couldn’t get it out of my head, and still can’t. Plus, the bassist that sings the backing harmony is an absolutely gorgeous woman and a hard partier. Fantastic! I had sort of forgotten about the song since my move, but found it online today and it renewed my love of its’ simplicity, harmony, and overall quality. So check it out. I dare you. Use Seeqpod or MySpace or whatever. I dedicate it to you.
Til next time.
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Much love to Kentucky Nightmare– and yeah, I haven’t met too many people that haven’t had a crush on Karen at some point or another
I have to say– I really underestimated how much I’d miss the music scene in Bloomington. Phantom Cruisers, Mustache, Prizzy, etc… There’s really no substitute for them down here as I had hoped to find.
I think there’s a certain group that’s attracted to the douchebag act simply because they don’t want to get to know somebody human. Lots of people want somebody infallible and above the flaws and bullshit of what people are all about. Maybe it makes them feel secure or something.
Thus, the douchebag uber-everything persona. Most intelligent people are able to spot it from a mile away, but there will always be a market for it somewhere.