Once upon a time, things were meant to last. When you bought furniture, it was understood that it would most likely be the last piece of this you would ever need. Oh, sure, you might buy another, but it was because the style had changed, not that the piece had fallen apart.
A lot of things were like that. Hell, pretty much everything was like that. It was just how things were.
Then one day, some executive figured out that they could sell a lot of something if it was disposable. Take paper plates, for example. This exec realized that paper plates were awfully convenient since you used and, rather than washing them, you threw them out. This is attractive to consumers, and the paper plate companies like it because you’ll keep on buying paper plates rather than simply using the regular plates you already have.
Now, that’s not a big deal. Might not be the smartest financial decision one could make, but it’s a balance between expense and the time it takes to wash dishes, a chore no one really enjoys.
Where the problem comes in is that somewhere along the way, everything became disposable. In this day and age, even marriage is disposable. Continue reading “Disposable Lives”
I’ve been guilty of present masculinity as rather one dimensional as of late, and that’s not good. So far, it’s hard to tell whether I’m talking about men in most of my posts, or the Terminator. I get that.
Today, I’m going to balance that a bit by talking about what men aren’t.
Every day, you’ll see guys kidding one another about turning in their “man card.” They’ll say real men do this, or real men do that. As a result, guys who are shunning every aspect of masculinity possible are also declaring what real men do. Honestly, it’s confusing.
I’ve done some thinking about Brian Holcomb’s excellent guest post on Saturday. When he and I were talking prior to that post being written, I made the comment that my wife’s sticking with me through all the crap we’ve been through actually made her hotter than Kate Beckinsale to me.
I did some thinking as to why that is, and I think I’ve hit on it.
You see, in this day and age, guys are bombarded by stories of women bolting from the marriage after the guy loses his job, or of leaving their husband for someone who makes more money, and so on. It’s terrifying to think that someone you swore to spend your whole life with is really only looking for a paycheck.
Relationships are tough. Anyone who has been in one knows how tough they can be. It’s also not unusual for someone who has just gotten out of a relationship to want to take a bit of a break before delving into the waters of long-term companionship.
More and more Japanese millennials are opting for virtual relationships over real ones. That’s right, instead of dating a human being, they’re dating their favorite film or anime character, even a meme or character in a video game. It’s a cultural trend that’s sparked the creation of a multi-million dollar “virtual romance industry” in Japan. And it has Japanese sociologist Masahiro Yamada rather frightened for his country’s future.
The following is a guest post by Jonathan LaForce, a former Marine, and current entrepreneur. These letters are to his young son and are things he wishes had been passed down to him. Since he and I have similar views about what it means to be a man, I’m more than happy to share them.
My dearest boy,
I’m writing this letter, sitting on the side of a mountain. Full dark has come, the wind is howling. It’s lonely up here, the way I like it. When I was a teen, people came to this place as a lover’s lane. Probably still do. I go here for the quiet. Nobody to bother me. In some ways, that is the story of my life a preference for loneliness. Lonely won’t hurt you. Continue reading “Letters To My Son: Life and Love”
Yesterday, I was talking with a friend of mine about being in the friend zone. This friend, a woman, has a male acquaintance she was once dating until he dropped everything to whisk his bestest bestie (another woman) off on a trip after the bestest bestie was going through some “stuff”.
It turns out, this guy is actually stuck in the friend zone with his bestest bestie, who he’s apparently in love with.
For the last decade or so, he’s languished there in the hopes that the situation will change and she’ll welcome him into her heart. To that hope, I have but one thing to offer:
One of the things Game practitioners supposedly did back in the early days was look at the things women responded to. For example, characters in romance novels. They argued, and on this I’m in agreement, that what women wanted in their escapism is indicative of what they want in their lives.
Hey, I read about spaceships and dragons in my escapism, and those would be awesome in real life, so I agree.
Well, as a novelist myself, I was on Amazon looking for books that have MMA as a central theme. I had an idea for a story that used it, and I wanted to see how other authors handled the detailed and technical aspects of fighting.