Posts of the Week: Recap
I just finished writing one is going to be a smashing debut article as a in-house writer at Return of Kings, so I’m a little brain fried to get a post for tomorrow ready. I’ve decided that as my content expands, and I have a good library of my own posts to now reference, a “recap” of some of the top viewed pages is in order from time to time. I will also include snippets of some comments for enjoyment. This week’s winner’s are:
This post was a comparison of how men and women cope with their emotions post breakup. It includes a fictional story that illustrates the point:
“You’re fucking clueless. Game or not, a girl is always going to have it easier. Sarah could walk into a bar and yell, “Who wants to fuck?”, and she’s have a line longer than the ladies restroom of dudes willing to line up and be at her beck and call. Note, this concept does not apply to fatties.”
This post spawned some interesting banter back and forth between a commenter and I. It was civilized and actually a good discussion. Here’s a snip from one of her comments:
Fuck that “Imma cook and clean and be a housewife” shit. If you want me to clean, you sure as hell are cookin’. And something damn good at that. Basically, I’m an equal opportunity employer and quite frankly, your advice should be given to guys as well.
Look at this, this is her third mention on the blog this week! She’s a mini celebrity. If there’s anything I can take from this column, the most important thing is this:
I’ve been talking to a guy for the past two months and I can’t even decide why I’m into him.
This is something that I didn’t understand for such a long time. Girls don’t want to know everything about you. They want fun, mystery, etc. Perfect example is when, like above, she can’t figure out why I’m into her. Am I nice to her? Sometimes. Am I a total dick at others? Yep. So it’s not because I’m nice. Is it because I turn her on? Well, a girl would never admit that to herself.
She’s into me because she can’t decide why she’s into me.
And we even had a guest comment from hers truly:
I think you (surprisingly) accurately dissected/explained the post despite the nonsense of it all. So props to you Obviously I still have my arguments, but this didn’t make me mad like I thought. I think we agree on stuff a lot more than you think.
An older post that makes racist fun of Indians and their cheapass attitude. This post got some hits on some Tumblr sites, but no comments. Someone at Tumblr wanted to kill me, though.
It was hilarious to watch this wife bully her husband with her eyes demanding all of these extras. Poor guy has an Americanized Indian wife. Talk about an FML situation. He was your stereotypical computer nerd: ill-fitting jeans, belly, New Balance crosstrainers, dorky polo shirt, and a nagging wife. Think Steve Carrell in Crazy, Stupid Love pre-makeover.
Happy Monday, fuckers!