spinaroonie
Senior Don Juan
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Playing the devil's advocate here...
"Hit the gym" is the most popular bit of advice to any guy seeking help with women. And I agree, bang for the buck it's the quickest, most cost-efficient way to get women on your d*ck.
Night after night at the gym I see the same dudes lifting massive weights, lifting weights, downing protein shakes, roids etc. After years of this most of these dudes look good. No doubt these guys are getting quality pvssy, and no doubt these guys wouldn't be at the gym otherwise. But most of these guys also work crap jobs.
Now I can't help but wonder if these guys exerted the same degree of patience and discipline towards hitting the books, getting degrees, paying taxes, and contributing something of value to society, that we can't all be benefitting more from a macro-societal perspective. But being a law-abiding, taxpaying cubicle-dweller is "boring" and "beta" - and doesn't get rewarded with pvssy.
In recent years the media's been pumping out images of muscular guys as the masculine ideal - Jersey Shore, Twilight, any rapper etc. Women are sheep to social proof; the media promotes this as the ideal, the media pumps out images of women chasing after these guys, and since it's what other women want, it's what they too think they want.
And us dudes are slaves to the vag - who wants to go out without the pleasures, the affection and the validation that comes with pvssy? And so we hit the gym, night after night, pumping iron, conforming to the media-fuelled ideal, slaves to the pvssy.
But every hour I spend in the gym in front of a mirror exercising my vanity, I can't help but think of the opportunity cost. I could be enriching my life in other ways, reading, travelling, picking up new hobbies, expanding my knowledge base of the world, doing something I genuinely enjoy.
And I can't help but curse the media for promoting useless vain muscular lugheads as the epitome of masculinity for young guys. Remember, in the 70s the male ideal was a skinny guy with a hairy chest - Jim Morrison anyone?
"Hit the gym" is the most popular bit of advice to any guy seeking help with women. And I agree, bang for the buck it's the quickest, most cost-efficient way to get women on your d*ck.
Night after night at the gym I see the same dudes lifting massive weights, lifting weights, downing protein shakes, roids etc. After years of this most of these dudes look good. No doubt these guys are getting quality pvssy, and no doubt these guys wouldn't be at the gym otherwise. But most of these guys also work crap jobs.
Now I can't help but wonder if these guys exerted the same degree of patience and discipline towards hitting the books, getting degrees, paying taxes, and contributing something of value to society, that we can't all be benefitting more from a macro-societal perspective. But being a law-abiding, taxpaying cubicle-dweller is "boring" and "beta" - and doesn't get rewarded with pvssy.
In recent years the media's been pumping out images of muscular guys as the masculine ideal - Jersey Shore, Twilight, any rapper etc. Women are sheep to social proof; the media promotes this as the ideal, the media pumps out images of women chasing after these guys, and since it's what other women want, it's what they too think they want.
And us dudes are slaves to the vag - who wants to go out without the pleasures, the affection and the validation that comes with pvssy? And so we hit the gym, night after night, pumping iron, conforming to the media-fuelled ideal, slaves to the pvssy.
But every hour I spend in the gym in front of a mirror exercising my vanity, I can't help but think of the opportunity cost. I could be enriching my life in other ways, reading, travelling, picking up new hobbies, expanding my knowledge base of the world, doing something I genuinely enjoy.
And I can't help but curse the media for promoting useless vain muscular lugheads as the epitome of masculinity for young guys. Remember, in the 70s the male ideal was a skinny guy with a hairy chest - Jim Morrison anyone?