Definitely understand dumbing it down for simplicity’s sake, but there’s something attractive about a guy who can admit their job is kind of boring and nerdy but they love it. Just own what you do.
I think you should take responsibility for yourself. If you’re deciding to sleep with someone based on limited interaction (it’s different if someone lies to you for weeks/months/years), you need to realize that there’s a lot about them that you do not know (and yes, they could be lying to you). Either accept the risk or have higher standards/get to know someone better before having sex with them. Again, that’s assuming you both have consented with all the information that you currently have (the only way to ever make a decision).
I’m from the south so definitely familiar with Clay Travis. Not sure what parts are taken verbatim from him, but I think it’s a pretty popular opinion. I wasn’t trying to rip anyone off so sorry if it made you think that.
I’m sorry, but if you don’t think your industry is full of super aggressive men who have to win every conversation (not an argument, just a conversation) and like to talk about their (boring) jobs and how much money they make, then it’s you. Usually good in bed though, champ.
Honestly didn’t think this would get posted, but it was one of those quintessential post-grad moments where you realize how freaking random your life has become. And now this comments section has made me feel really weird, haha. So thanks guys.
What if you loved your job in your early-to-mid 20’s and then you sold out and now hate yourself and still manage to not save money or have any free time even though you’re “doing much better” now?
And yes, today was very depressing around here. DeFries, treat us to some fire Tuesday content please. Something about romantic comedies or fictional characters or go ahead and drop a Chronicles of Todd.
I’ll turn thirty next year, and I plan on having a “30 and Single” party where I register for all of the shit that I’ve bought people for weddings over the past ten years. I’m going buy a really expensive dress/look really hot, rent a party bus and go on a massive pub crawl. Maybe I’ll even go on an awesome vacation after the night out (honeymoon?). I want my Insta friends with their sonogram profile pictures and wedding hashtags to be jealous, just for one day. You’re all invited.
I promise I’m not this bitter in everyday life. Maybe it’s because a friend texted me yesterday, unprompted, that “It’s hard to have babies and start a business. Keep your life as simple as you can.” and then I read this. Monday Scaries are real.
Not a fan of beer before getting on a plane. No need to make yourself feel grosser than you already are. Gotta go wine or Bloody Mary if the time is right and the bartender looks like they can handle it (I have had some terrible airport Bloody Marys.)
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Definitely understand dumbing it down for simplicity’s sake, but there’s something attractive about a guy who can admit their job is kind of boring and nerdy but they love it. Just own what you do.
I think you should take responsibility for yourself. If you’re deciding to sleep with someone based on limited interaction (it’s different if someone lies to you for weeks/months/years), you need to realize that there’s a lot about them that you do not know (and yes, they could be lying to you). Either accept the risk or have higher standards/get to know someone better before having sex with them. Again, that’s assuming you both have consented with all the information that you currently have (the only way to ever make a decision).
I had the same thought. PGP is like going behind the curtain because there’s not a lot of self-censorship.
I personally loved how you woke up this morning and was like, “Nope, not a good enough insult. Let me clarify.”
This is my favorite comment because you think I’m an actual writer, and that’s adorable.
Agreed.
This is the best defense of jerseys that I’ve heard.
Ok, just checking! I’m pro-intellectual property and pro-valid arguments. 🙂
I’m from the south so definitely familiar with Clay Travis. Not sure what parts are taken verbatim from him, but I think it’s a pretty popular opinion. I wasn’t trying to rip anyone off so sorry if it made you think that.
I’m so torn because they need to break up now. But if/when they do, we’re stuck with Girl and lose Todd.
If he breaks up with her right before Caroline’s wedding, finding a date will be a damn arms race.
If this is serious, take all my money to make it not happen.
You know they’ve sold like a ton of shirts out of this, right? I would ride it as long as it was still profitable. Sorry business makes you angry.
Savage move, dude.
So what you’re saying is that some people are awful human beings for the sake of #content? The Internet is scary. Keep fighting the good fight.
I’m sorry, but if you don’t think your industry is full of super aggressive men who have to win every conversation (not an argument, just a conversation) and like to talk about their (boring) jobs and how much money they make, then it’s you. Usually good in bed though, champ.
Honestly didn’t think this would get posted, but it was one of those quintessential post-grad moments where you realize how freaking random your life has become. And now this comments section has made me feel really weird, haha. So thanks guys.
Nope. Not buying it. World’s not that small.
What if you loved your job in your early-to-mid 20’s and then you sold out and now hate yourself and still manage to not save money or have any free time even though you’re “doing much better” now?
And yes, today was very depressing around here. DeFries, treat us to some fire Tuesday content please. Something about romantic comedies or fictional characters or go ahead and drop a Chronicles of Todd.
I’ll turn thirty next year, and I plan on having a “30 and Single” party where I register for all of the shit that I’ve bought people for weddings over the past ten years. I’m going buy a really expensive dress/look really hot, rent a party bus and go on a massive pub crawl. Maybe I’ll even go on an awesome vacation after the night out (honeymoon?). I want my Insta friends with their sonogram profile pictures and wedding hashtags to be jealous, just for one day. You’re all invited.
I promise I’m not this bitter in everyday life. Maybe it’s because a friend texted me yesterday, unprompted, that “It’s hard to have babies and start a business. Keep your life as simple as you can.” and then I read this. Monday Scaries are real.
Not a fan of beer before getting on a plane. No need to make yourself feel grosser than you already are. Gotta go wine or Bloody Mary if the time is right and the bartender looks like they can handle it (I have had some terrible airport Bloody Marys.)