NOTE: This article was originally published at In Mala Fide on January 17, 2012.
Accusing someone of being a self-loathing [fill-in-the-blank] is one of the most popular insults on the Internet, almost up there with Godwin’s Law in its predictability. The minute someone inveighs against a particular social class that we all know to be annoying and stupid, that someone is almost immediately called a self-loathing member of that class, projecting his self-loathing on his brethren. And in a world that worships at the altar of Self-Esteem, being “self-loathing” is a grievous sin, almost as bad as being a Nazi!
For example, a couple months back, I posted a couple of articles by Chad Daring, “The No Fat Chicks Challenge” and “Why I Hate Fat People,” in which he explained his disdain for the fatties of the world; he was a fatty himself and has spent the past few years working himself out of that hole. Both here and at his blog, Chad got slammed by fatty apologists with the “self-loathing” line, as exemplified by this comment:
There’s an error in your blog post.
The title is currently – “Why I Hate Fat People”
But the title should be – “Why I Hate Myself”
The sooner you realize that you are projecting a personal element of self-loathing and fear out on to people of size or “fat people” and, more importantly, WHY you are doing this, the closer you may become to achieving true inner peace.
The answer you are looking for (and the catalyst that is driving this post and this entire blog) might not be in the gym or the kitchen but in therapy session/s. Because right now the only battle you are fighting is one with yourself (despite what you may believe).
As I’ve written before, a book consisting solely of articles you’ve already published on your blog is a tough sell. Since the book’s content is already online for free, you will get considerably fewer takers than a book full of original content. Additionally, because essay collections lack narrative coherence, there’s less motivation to read through them then with a regular book.
Even still, if you’re a long-time blogger, it’s worth putting your best posts into paperback format.
Captain Capitalism: Top Shelf is the first in a promised series of best-of collections from Aaron Clarey, he of Enjoy the Decline and Worthless. And at over four hundred pages, you’re definitely getting your money’s worth with this book. Despite its glaring and frankly avoidable flaws, I recommend Top Shelf as an entertaining and informative collection of Clarey’s work.
On this episode of the Extravaganza, I talk to author and AltRight co-editor Andy Nowicki about his novels, alienation and sex in the modern world, The Fourth Turning and the differences between Baby Boomers, GenXers and Millennials, and much, much more.
Didja hear? Everyone in the manosphere is a troll, including me. We don’t actually believe in any of the stuff we say, we just do it to get attention and make money. Hell, I published a book called Trolling for a Living; there’s all the evidence you need. We’re just a bunch of performance artists making shit up because our mommies didn’t give us enough hugs.
Insert flashing sign “THIS IS WHAT LEFTISTS ACTUALLY BELIEVE” here.
Those of you who’ve read Confessions of an Online Hustler know that I recommend W3 Total Cache if you’re looking for a caching plugin for your WordPress-powered blog. That said, a couple months back, I had to switch over to a different plugin—WP Super Cache—because Total Cache was causing massive problems with my site. For some reason, something like half to two thirds of my readers were getting 403 Forbidden errors when accessing my blog, problems that went away when I deactivated the plugin.
Am I about to change my recommendation? Not exactly, but I am adding a caveat.
NOTE: This article was originally published at 2Blowhards on September 30, 2009.
A few years back, I was waiting at the dentist’s office, thumbing through a copy of Time, when I came across an article entitled “Who’s the Voice of this Generation?” The author was lamenting the fact that not one of the “young novelists” writing today is representative of the attitudes and neuroses of this generation. As is the nature of modern journalism, this reporter was trained to ignore the truth in front of her face. The reason that not one of these “young novelists” can claim to be the voice of this generation is because all of them are nauseatingly parochial in thought and style.
Anyone involved in the world of literature is aware of the old cliché, “Write what you know.” There’s an unstated implication in that phrase; make sure what you know is interesting. The best novelists had no trouble grasping this concept. Ernest Hemingway only wrote what he knew, but the breadth and depth of his life experiences—fighting in World War I, living in Paris during the Roaring Twenties, reporting on the Spanish Civil War—was a large part of what made his novels compelling. Louis-Ferdinand Céline’s Journey to the End of the Night (as well as his other works) was a glorified retelling of his experiences during WWI and later working in colonial French West Africa and the U.S. The list of great novelists who infused their writing with their varied life experiences is endless: F. Scott Fitzgerald, George Orwell, Jack Kerouac, Hunter S. Thompson, Charles Bukowski, Tim O’Brien, etc.
Alternate history, like sci-fi and fantasy, is one of those genres that is nearly unreadable due to its infestation with goons and dorks. Much in the same way that science fiction and fantasy novels are larded up with extraneous detail about the world the story takes place in, alternate history writers are obsessed with vomiting out useless information about their books’ settings, destroying any possibility of character development or an interesting plot. Philip K. Dick’s The Man in the High Castle is about the only enjoyable alternate history novel I’ve ever read, mainly because its setting—a world in which the Nazis won World War II—is believable and it doesn’t drown you in an avalanche of superfluous information.
With The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, I can add another book to that list.
The only reason I bought this book—or even heard of it—was because I’m a huge fan of the Coen brothers and had read that they were planning to do a film adaptation. After reading it, I can definitely understand why the Coens were attracted to it: The Yiddish Policemen’s Union is an enthralling blend of hardboiled crime novels, dry humor and history. While at times it’s more pastiche than original, it comes together to create a story more than the sum of its parts.
In this episode of the Extravaganza, I talk to Dr. Illusion about simple living, making a career in the trades, the infamous manosphere Meetup of Doom in Vegas, how to find a feminine woman in modern America, and a whole lot more.
I watched Irreversible a couple weeks back on Zampano’s recommendation, and I wasn’t really impressed with it the first time around. If you’ve heard of the movie, you probably know it for its climactic scene, where Monica Bellucci gets graphically raped in a Parisian pedestrian tunnel. A couple feminists claimed to have been triggered by my using a still from the movie as an image for my podcast interview with Zampano, which the two of us found amusing; I only picked the still because it’s the image that Zampano uses for his Gravatar and Twitter account.
Honestly, call me heartless or sociopathic, but the rape scene in Irreversible really didn’t move me all that much.
Dirt Man’s second release, it stands in sharp contrast to his philosophical/advice tract End Game, as it’s a practical guide to navigating the wasteland of freaks and weirdos that is Craigslist Casual Encounters. Having done everything from accepting blowjobs from a co-ed looking for beer to role-playing for a cute Brazilian with daddy issues, Dirt Man is well-poised to tell you how to survive amidst the fatties and homos of Craigslist:
One of the most important things to know about the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist is that the w4m section (Casual Encounters Women Seeking Men) is almost 100% fake. Most are spam (people trying to get you to sign up for some site so that they can feel “safe”), or people trying to get you to email them directly off of the site (also spam or some other type of phishing), and increasingly, gay/bi guys posting ads as women trying to find desperate guys who will be happy to close their eyes and get a bj from a dude. Beware and make sure you see the section 4 before replying to any emails you receive or before you reply to any other people’s ads.