Plastic is making androgynous pedophiles of us all. Put down the water bottle and listen up. The research is incredible. Most girls hit puberty now at age nine (you’re pretending not to notice, but I know you’ve noticed). If you take a look around on the Internet, lots of people are talking about why girls are becoming women so young, but the really disturbing news that no one seems to be talking about is how some of the same factors are turning boys into “little girls.”
A guy who is 100 pounds overweight, with no friends, girlfriend, or job, who sits at home playing video games is supposed to be depressed. That’s the way nature has evolved us. In the game of survival of the fittest, it feels good to be the alpha male and it feels bad not to be. If it wasn’t that way, what reason would a guy have to go out and succeed? Failure is supposed to hurt, so we avoid it. Success is supposed to feel good, so we seek it. If a person can sit at home, loaded on Prozac, completely happy with their worthless life, what reason do they have to better themselves?
I found myself on Wikipedia, researching the patterns for codependency, when I made a most interesting discovery. As an Alpha Male Life Coach, I basically teach the opposite of codependency. I teach inner-dependency (better known as independence). Here’s where I took an interesting leap in logic. If a codependent person meets everyone else’s needs at the exclusion of their own, wouldn’t the opposite of this be a person who meets their needs to the exclusion of everyone else’s? I had a huge problem with that conclusion because I don’t consider being independent to go hand in hand with being a narcissist, a sociopath, or simply just not caring about others.
Norman is having drinks with Jessica. Jessica’s phone rings and she answers with, “Hello Steve.” After a quick one minute phone call, Norman asks Jessica who Steve is and Jessica’s answer is, “It’s complicated.” The truth is, it’s not complicated at all. Whenever a woman answers a question by telling you, “It’s complicated,” it’s actually very, very simple. Are you ready to decode this girl talk and learn what “It’s complicated” really means?
Have you ever wondered if women are completely crazy or if you just don’t understand them? Women may not make logical sense, but it is still possible for us to understand the emotional system they run on. The trick is to find a way to relate to this foreign system from reference points that we already understand. As men, we have to evolve past the “all women are just crazy” theory that we like to fall back on every time we don’t understand their actions.
I am the proud owner of an antilibrary. I don’t own any books that I have read. That’s not to say that I haven’t read any books. Quite to the contrary, I have read a mountain of them, but as soon as I get to the end of the last page, I either mail them to friends or simply throw them out. I believe that only unread books have value.
This is the second chapter in the story of Gary and his psycho bipolar girlfriend, Melinda. It documents the disaster that became of his life because he stayed with her.
Everything I ever needed to learn about how to live a successful and balanced life I learned from eating cheeseburgers. The average person needs to eat 2,000 calories a day. A Double Quarter Pounder Meal, super-sized, from McDonald’s is 1,840 calories. This is the reason why McDonald’s no longer gives you the “super-size” option, because eating that, plus anything else over the course of the day, will cause the average person to get fat. It’s not one trip to McDonald’s that makes a person fat however; it is the continued trips to McDonald’s over time that have a snowball effect. We can apply this “Cheeseburger Model” to any area of a person’s life to discover the path that will lead to ultimate success or ultimate failure.
His name is Ziggy. He earns silly amounts of money without effort, is a magnet for ridiculously attractive women, and makes James Bond look socially inept in comparison. These are his rules for dating.
When I first moved to Las Vegas I made a commitment to myself to avoid strippers which, against my better judgment, I would later change my mind on. What had not occurred to me was that when you live in Las Vegas, every attractive girl you meet is either a “dancer” which is the same thing as stripper, or a stripper, which is the same thing as prostitute. These are girls I would meet at the gym or at the grocery store, get them out on a date, and find out they were a “dancer.” From these experiences, I learned a valuable lesson about women in general. That’s what this story is about.