<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393</id><updated>2011-12-06T19:28:15.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rantings of a young man in a feminized society</title><subtitle type='html'>MGTOW</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-1698356161326909836</id><published>2011-11-27T10:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:12:22.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American black women still complaining</title><content type='html'>When I came back to the US, what struck me was how much nothing had changed. In fact, it got worse. The women actually got fatter. I think American men don't really know how huge their female counterparts are, until they venture abroad, and then return. It really is something else. When I was in Bratislava, you could almost immediately spot the American female tourist. She was typically at least a size 14, and wore tacky jeans or jorts (jean shorts), and sneakers. This was the American woman. Fat, frumpy, poorly dressed and wearing sneakers. They stuck out like a sore thumb.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, another reminder of how things remained the same was American black women yapping about "no good black men" around, how they are single etc. They are complaining even more now to the media. I just have to laugh at this. I spent an extensive amount of time in West Africa (Ghana, Cameroon, Nigeria, Senegal) and South American countries with sizable Afro-Latino/black populations (Costa Rica, Honduras, Colombia) and the difference in those black women and American black women is staggering. To the American black men lamenting their pond scum options of black women in the US, may I remind you that most black people are NOT in America? Get a passport and travel. Become a global citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main disparity in foreign black women and their American counterparts is attitude. From my stay in several West African countries, I found the local women to be highly charming, astute, hospitable and very educated. I mean, educated on a level that most people in America could only dream of. We need to turn off western images and news media about people in the world, Africa in particular. Your news is lying to you. Everyone there isn't poor, isn't in a jungle, isn't starving etc. The only place I saw animals were in a preserve, animal park and zoo. To get back to the women, I noticed that almost all of them were in school or working towards advanced degrees. If they left their country, it was usually to further their studies, and return home or find work. The difference between them and American black women is that they are not their degrees. For them, it's an end to a means. For American black women, they become their degrees. They remind you they have them. Funny part about it is that these African women actually have advanced degrees, many of them in the sciences, math, and engineering fields, so it wasn't a powder fluff curriculum like womyn studies, liberal arts or some such nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other major disparity was in appearance. No fatties. No $1,000 weaves. No stupid tattoos. No baby daddies or kids out of wedlock. It really is something to behold. Women who are unspoiled by feminism. Women who are smart, kind, loyal, fit, chaste and beautiful. Did I mention no tattoos? It seems most American women under 35 are sporting some form of ghastly ink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So coming from this, I do find it hilarious that American black women are complaining about the lack of quality black men. The women complaining are assuming that they deserve a quality man in the first place, and that they are in fact quality women. Here's the reality, a demure, beautiful, quality woman will have no problems finding a man. If you're a woman and you do have these problems, you need an honest evaluation of yourself. When was the last time you heard foreign black women complaining about their inability to find good men? That's right, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-1698356161326909836?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1698356161326909836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=1698356161326909836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/1698356161326909836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/1698356161326909836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2011/11/american-black-women-still-complaining.html' title='American black women still complaining'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-2587933217052514521</id><published>2011-11-27T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T10:28:57.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return</title><content type='html'>I've been gone from this blog for a few years. I am no longer a "young buck". I'm now a man in his early 30s. I'm amazed by the fact that despite this blog laying dormant for several years, it's still been receiving a lot of views and comments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where have I been you might ask? I've been all over the world. I lived like a nomad. I just traveled. Part of being a single man who is fiscally responsible is that you can "disappear" for long periods of time, without a worry of how you will afford to live. I did this after I was unceremoniously dumped on my ass by my company a few years ago, despite being one of the few people who actually did hard work. They call it "downsizing", but that's just a kind word for fired. In a company that is almost 40% female, I find it odd that almost every one let go was a man. The HR departments, and their over-inflated staff remained, complete with superfluous salaries. Mostly women might I add, with the occasional flamboyant homosexual thrown in for "diversity". They are all there, filing and polishing their nails, gossiping and taking 2 hour lunches. Those people remained. The actual hardworkers (men) all got let go. Funny how that is. I'm not kidding, almost everyone let go was a man. That defies the law of statistics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while traveling, the last thing on my mind was blogging, or even using a computer, outside of basic email and checking my portfolio, bank statements etc. I plan to blog more on my travels, especially my eye opening stay in several African and South American countries. Europe is a wash. It's done, even Central and Eastern Europe. They are catching the "feminist bug". I did have a good time in Bratislava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-2587933217052514521?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2587933217052514521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=2587933217052514521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/2587933217052514521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/2587933217052514521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-return.html' title='My Return'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-6576180391797534073</id><published>2007-03-24T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:07:14.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MRA = Misogyny, Homophobia and Racism?</title><content type='html'>I got an e-mail from someone named Heather not long ago. She says she reads my blog regularly because she finds it real and from the heart. Well, I can take a compliment, but at the core of it, isn't the MRA movement real and from the heart? Where else could it be from? It's about the conservation of everything male. That is very real. However, I really wonder how much of my blog, "Heather" really reads, because outside of her opening line dazzling me with compliments, the shaming language started. She asked me why I hate women? Why I was homophobic? Did I want to eventually get married. If I would ever get married with my outlook on women. She then states that men who usually hate women and gays are probably racist against minorities, and I quote, "most likely hates blacks, hispanics and every other shade other than white." About how she intimidates men like me because she is college educated and has a great career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm going to have to call you out on your bullshit Heather. I'm not homopobic. Nothing about homosexuals leaves me afraid. I'm definately not a racist towards anyone, and most definately am not racist towards minorities or hate blacks. If you actually read my blog like you claim, you would actually know that I am black. Do I hate women? I certainly don't, but where the hell have the respectable women gone? All that seems to be left are skanks, whores, golddiggers and entitlement princesses. What I don't like is what the vast majority of women in the western world have become. They are lecherous vipers coiled to strike. Be it in court for alimony, division of assets that are not theirs, child support and custody, to casual dating. These vipers view men like they are mice, that we are there to be devoured to fill their insatiable appetite. To be cast aside like trash. Men are nothing but wallets and sperm donors. That is essentially it. Women do not respect men. I read alot of newspapers because of the line of work i'm in, and it never ever fails. Every health article has to do with the welfare of women. If by chance an article is about the health of men, it will morph into how it affects women. I was reading an article about prostate cancer in older men, and somehow, someway the article turned into the lives of women living with men who have prostate cancer. The men dying from cancer became second fiddle to women in their lives. I have yet to come across an article about the trials and tribulations of men living with women with breast or ovarian cancer. Funny how that is. Men do not matter in this society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak for everyone in the MRA movement, but in a perfect world I would love to have a wife and raise a family, and all that good stuff, but when the divorce rate hovers at about 60%, I would be a fool not to be apprehensive. The environment in the western hemisphere is hostile to men and is not optimal for raising families. A wife should be a compliment to me, someone who wants to be with me, not take advantage of me. Women are more concerned about being competitive with men, rather than complimenting them. They should not be shocked when they are treated like adversaries by men, rather than companions. They chose to delve into adversarial combat, so don't complain about it. Someone has to lose in combat, and in the end it won't be men. We have no biological clock, and we can cope with being alone. I have yet to meet a woman content at the future of being a childless, cat loving, spinster. I will get better with age, I will accumulate more assets, I will be desirable because of it. I won't go through menopause. I will have upward mobility socially. Women; you're just going to get old, lonely and sexually frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, Heather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-6576180391797534073?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6576180391797534073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=6576180391797534073' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/6576180391797534073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/6576180391797534073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2007/03/mra-misogyny-homophobia-and-racism.html' title='MRA = Misogyny, Homophobia and Racism?'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-117189483646241510</id><published>2007-02-19T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:20:36.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dump your wife now!</title><content type='html'>Came across this wonderful site called &lt;a href="http://www.dumpyourwifenow.com"&gt;Dump You Wife Now&lt;/a&gt;.  Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-117189483646241510?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dumpyourwifenow.com' title='Dump your wife now!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/117189483646241510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=117189483646241510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/117189483646241510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/117189483646241510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2007/02/dump-your-wife-now.html' title='Dump your wife now!'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116873156323183080</id><published>2007-01-13T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:40:38.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Strahan - the latest victim of the fematrix</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/news?slug=ap-strahandivorce&amp;prov=ap&amp;amp;type=lgns"&gt;Michael Strahan&lt;/a&gt; just had his ass handed to him in court on a silver platter. He was ordered to pay his wife 15.3 million dollars, over half of his net worth and 20% of his salary for the length of their marriage. So after giving her more than half of his net worth, he has to pay her 20% of his salary on top of that as well. How is this fair? Wasn't she enjoying the lifestyle and all the trapping of wealth during the marriage? How can people do this with a straight face. Why do these athletes and well to do men continue to get married to these loser bitches? Who the hell was Jean Strahan before she married Michael? What did she have and what were her accomplishments? Earlier this week it was Michael Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, just say no to marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116873156323183080?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/news?slug=ap-strahandivorce&amp;prov=ap&amp;type=lgns' title='Michael Strahan - the latest victim of the fematrix'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116873156323183080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116873156323183080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116873156323183080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116873156323183080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2007/01/michael-strahan-latest-victim-of.html' title='Michael Strahan - the latest victim of the fematrix'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116715112214648474</id><published>2006-12-26T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:38:42.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas - Are you on the down low?</title><content type='html'>So I went to my cousins house for Christmas dinner yesterday.  To my dismay, my aunt (his mom) was there.  She's the one who is always trying to hook me up with women and just doesn't know when enough is enough.  Anyway, it's Christmas.  It's supposed to be a happy, mellow time with family.  We watched Miami beat the lakers.  We watched the Cowboys lose, so all is well.  Until dinner.  My cousin's fiance was there, so I guess this sparked a light bulb in his moms head.  She began her crap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, who is the special woman in your life?" "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't seen you with anyone since you left that China girl." (She refers to my ex-girlfriend who is Filipina as a China girl, even though she knows her name and knows she's not Chinese - Yup, she's a bigot as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know plenty educated black girls that would love to be with you." (Just what I need, a career woman!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gotta ask you son, are you gay? You're not on the downlow are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point and time, it doesn't even anger me anymore.  She's way too predictable.  She says the same thing everytime verbatim.  I thought maybe at Christmas, she could be a rational human being and not verbally assault me.  I thought wrong.  It has no effect really, as I rarely see her, maybe 3 or 4 times a year.  She tells me she's asking because she cares about me.  Nothing says Christmas like asking your nephew if he's a homosexual over dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116715112214648474?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116715112214648474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116715112214648474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116715112214648474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116715112214648474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-are-you-on-down-low.html' title='Merry Christmas - Are you on the down low?'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116661828951100390</id><published>2006-12-20T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T07:40:35.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Yup. it's that time of year, it's time for the annual ass kissing...errr...excuse me, the company Christmas party. These company parties are the most bizarre and awkward functions because for the most part, people don't kow how to conduct themselves. Oh, they think they are doing a great job, but it truly is pathetic. The entire point of a party is to have a good time with people you like. But, the corporate climate is so strained that no one even dances, and if they do, they dance a good 6 inches or more apart because they don't want to "brush up" against each other and have the other person get the wrong message. Why even bother going to a party at all? Nothing says a good time like sexual harassment in the back of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people who actually still go to the Christmas parties are new hires, management, admin people and people who want free drinks. New hires go because they use it as an opportunity to let people see their faces and network with management. Basically, a giant dose of brown nosing and ass kissing. I never did that, and I never will, it's very obvious and I have dignity. Management shows up because if they didn't, then nobody would, and they usually give their nonsensical speech about us being a team etc. Admin people show up, because what the fuck else do they have to do? They like to feel important and like to think that they are an asset to the company, so anything company related, they jump in head first. Last but not least are the people that just go for drinks. Most of them are alright, they get their drinks and some grub and leave, but every year, there is always that person, usually a female too. That person that couldn't handle their liquor. That person that drinks too much, and completely embarasses themselves in front of everyone. Never fails. There is always a story about it, the next work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, i'll be playing Gears of War and Call of Duty 3. Evening well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116661828951100390?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116661828951100390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116661828951100390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116661828951100390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116661828951100390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-party.html' title='The Christmas Party'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116622452346585963</id><published>2006-12-15T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:15:23.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double the pleasure, double the fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6681/2788/1600/160313/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6681/2788/320/223173/twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER 15--Meet Franca and Antonia Munoz-Juvera. The 26-year-old twins work as teachers at the same California high school. And they're both facing felony charges as a result of an illicit sexual relationship with a female student.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/1215064twins1.html?link=rssfeed"&gt;Full story here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More women behaving badly.  I got top dollar that one of them will breakdown and say that a man molested her when she was younger in an attempt to absolve herself of any responsibilty, and she will do it because it will work. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116622452346585963?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/1215064twins1.html?link=rssfeed' title='Double the pleasure, double the fun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116622452346585963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116622452346585963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116622452346585963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116622452346585963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/double-pleasure-double-fun.html' title='Double the pleasure, double the fun'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116580796877223080</id><published>2006-12-10T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:36:04.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Commercials</title><content type='html'>I was watching football earlier today, and I couldn't help but notice all the annoying commercials, all essentially saying the same thing, BUY YOUR WOMAN ALOT OF EXPENSIVE SHIT. Look, the entire point of commercials is to peddle your product to the target demographic i.e. your audience. Are these advertisers stupid? They're not even selling a product, they are selling you the idea of gift giving. How thoughtful of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the commercials I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Commercial for Lexus. Out in the driveway is a Lexus RX series SUV, with a red bowtie on it. 2 women scuttle outside and assume it's for them. One declares she knows it's for her because it's her favorite color. The other one thinks it's hers because she wanted something shiny for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Another Lexus commercial. Hubby blindfolds his wife and take her outside. in the driveway is a brand spanking new Lexus LS (Base price is well over 60 grand, fully loaded can surpass 80 grand) with a red bow on top. I guess that was her christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kay jeweler commercial, some douche surprises his wife with a gold bracelet while they are watching TV, and at the end of the ad, the announcer states that sales start at a "mere $3500".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Another jewelry commercial, but this time it's Santa. Santa goes to the mall and picks out the most expensive diamond for Mrs. Claus. Takes said diamond to the North Pole to give Mrs Claus, she's all happy and asks how he knows what she wants, Santa winks into the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Another jewelry commercial. This one almost seems like a demand. Announcer says "She's been good all year, why don't you do something for her for a change?" Some guy surprises his wife with diamonds. Nothing like subtle shaming language to get your point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who are they selling this idea to? Who saw these commercials and ran out to buy an $80,000 vehicle as a present?  Do men ever get gifts on Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116580796877223080?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116580796877223080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116580796877223080' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116580796877223080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116580796877223080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-commercials.html' title='Stupid Commercials'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116567383439913944</id><published>2006-12-09T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T09:25:41.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 yr old accused of improperly touching teacher</title><content type='html'>Yup, now even 4 year olds are sexual predators. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read with disgust &lt;a href="http://www.kxxv.com/Global/story.asp?S=5785699"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Watch the video as well, the link is on the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116567383439913944?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kxxv.com/Global/story.asp?S=5785699' title='4 yr old accused of improperly touching teacher'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116567383439913944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116567383439913944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116567383439913944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116567383439913944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-yr-old-accused-of-improperly.html' title='4 yr old accused of improperly touching teacher'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116493116617330585</id><published>2006-11-30T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:15:02.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad men give women AIDS</title><content type='html'>I came across this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061130/ap_on_he_me/world_aids_day_4"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; earlier today, and it is really telling how women think. As if we are not bombarded by AIDS/HIV awareness enough on a daily basis, now evil men oppressing women are responsible for giving them AIDS. Only the second paragraph into the article, it was all too clear where this was going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some morsels from the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061130/ap_on_he_me/world_aids_day_4"&gt;article. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A study published online Thursday in the British medical journal The Lancet describes how a microfinance project in South Africa cut women's chances of domestic violence by more than half.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a strong link between HIV transmission and abusive relationships, with abusive men more likely to have multiple partners or to become violent if asked to use condoms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you address the broader risk environment, women and communities can be quite creative in finding solutions," said Dr. Julia Kim, one of the Lancet study's authors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the study, 430 women in rural South Africa were loaned money to start small businesses. Most women sold fruit, vegetables, clothes or offered tailoring services. With economic and social independence, women were no longer obligated to remain in violent relationships.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are women the only victims of AIDS? Are we looking to cure the disease for everyone, or just for women? It never fails, they always find a way to demonize men no matter what. It's ALWAYS a mans fault. So where are these evil men getting AIDS from anyway? I do find it telling that Dr. Julia Kim thinks that women and communities can be quite creative in finding solutions. Do men do anything? Are any doctors and scientists formulating medicines for HIV male at all? It's this kind of anti-male garbage that just disturbs me. It's everywhere. In the office, in movies, in popular culture and now in medicine. Doctors can't just find a cure for a disease, they need to seperate it by sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, the one voice of reason in the article is a man of course. Dr. Kevin De Cock says &lt;strong&gt;"You have to focus on where transmission is actually occurring"&lt;/strong&gt; That makes too much sense Kevin, why don't we do what Jennifer Kates suggests.... &lt;strong&gt;"We need to run faster to get ahead of the virus" &lt;/strong&gt;What does that mean? How do you get ahead of a virus that is spread solely by irresponsible behavior? Some people will always be irresponsible? How do you run faster to prevent their irresponsiblity? Faulty logic from a woman in charge, but what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article contradicts itself quite well also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one paragraph, the author states this... "&lt;strong&gt;Only in sub-Saharan Africa is AIDS really hitting the general population. In the rest of the world, intravenous drug users, prostitutes and gay men are at highest risk." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so drug addicts, whores and gay men are at the highest risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then states this..... "&lt;strong&gt;Surprisingly little information is available on how most HIV infections are acquired. Without that, it is difficult to know which interventions would be most effective." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought druggies, whores and gay men were the people at the highest risk? So how do we not know how it's acquired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author then says this in the very next paragraph....&lt;strong&gt; "Even when countries do know where AIDS is spreading the fastest, there is no guarantee they will focus on the epicenter. In Latin America, the disease primarily infects gay men. And in much of Russia and eastern Europe, it is drug users." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said that there was little information on how most HIV infections are acquired???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should not take a rocket scientist to figure out who the people at the highest risk are. Furthermore, there is no intervention that can prevent risky behavior or stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, the author is named Maria Cheng. It all makes sense to now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116493116617330585?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061130/ap_on_he_me/world_aids_day_4' title='Bad men give women AIDS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116493116617330585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116493116617330585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116493116617330585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116493116617330585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-men-give-women-aids.html' title='Bad men give women AIDS'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116395895481617462</id><published>2006-11-19T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T12:55:54.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Berserker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/1600/bers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/320/bers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing a game called Gears of War for the last week or so, and not since Oblivion has a game been so much damn fun.  Anyway, in the first chapter of the game, there is this boss you encounter called the "Berserker" and this is one massive bad ass boss.  It's huge, hulking, domineering, angry, ugly, mean, destroys everything in its path and its sole purpose is to crush mankind.  It's also female.  Yup, that thing is a female.  I haven't laughed so hard in ages.  Now, I don't know if the guys at Epic games are anti-feminists or not, but I do find it mighty telling that they made the man crushing beast a female.  They could have easily made it a male, or just a beast without a sex classification, but no, they went out of their way to make it a female.  Subtle meaning there, or am I just reaching?  Regardless, it's so much fun to blast it to bits with a kick ass weapon called the Hammer of Dawn.  Berserker, Andrea Dworkin, Germaine Greer....what's the difference?  They are all ugly, mean spirited, angry and want to crush man as a species.  Here, here Epic for making a great game.  Go get Gears of War!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116395895481617462?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116395895481617462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116395895481617462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116395895481617462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116395895481617462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/berserker.html' title='The Berserker'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116286984094379512</id><published>2006-11-06T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:24:00.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling Bling Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/1600/bling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/320/bling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my niece on the phone this past weekend, and she was reminding me that christmas was coming and that she knows what she wants.  I asked her what she wanted, and she yells out she wants a "Bling Bling Barbie".  I was like, "You want a what?" She yells even louder "I want a Bling Bling Barbie" Up until this Sunday, I had no damn idea what a Bling Bling Barbie was.  I mean, I know what Bling Bling is, it's flashy jewelry or whatever, and everyone knows what a Barbie doll is.  So I go on Amazon to check it out, and I see this whore of a doll.  What the hell is this?  The doll basically sums up what western women are all about.  is that a street walking doll? Why is the skirt so small?  Now that I know what this is, i'll be certain not to buy this for her and i'll tell my sister not to buy it either.  She's only 7.  I can actually say that i'm afraid about how this young girl will turn out when she becomes an adult, if at 7, this is what is appealing to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116286984094379512?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/B000A7S596/ref=s9_asin_title_1/104-8515651-6119160' title='Bling Bling Barbie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116286984094379512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116286984094379512' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116286984094379512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116286984094379512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/bling-bling-barbie.html' title='Bling Bling Barbie'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116207444261227824</id><published>2006-10-28T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:28:11.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Men's Chat Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/1600/Men_s_Chat_Network_Banner_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/320/Men_s_Chat_Network_Banner_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mgtowchat.mgtow.net/"&gt;Men's Chat Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116207444261227824?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mgtowchat.mgtow.net/' title='The Men&apos;s Chat Network'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116207444261227824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116207444261227824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116207444261227824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116207444261227824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/mens-chat-network.html' title='The Men&apos;s Chat Network'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116203344497106144</id><published>2006-10-28T06:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:19:18.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Abdul gets a dose of reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/1600/pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6681/2788/320/pa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality being, that she's an old bitch past her prime who doesn't know her worth. God, I love a free market society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/061016/139/68j8r.html"&gt;Hilarious!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116203344497106144?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116203344497106144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116203344497106144' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116203344497106144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116203344497106144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/paula-abdul-gets-dose-of-reality.html' title='Paula Abdul gets a dose of reality'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116138707738486137</id><published>2006-10-20T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:43:16.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it all worth it?</title><content type='html'>All my life, growing up, it was hammered into me that to be a success you need to go to school. My Dad is a Professor, so essentially, he never left academia. Everything revolves around books. There is nothing wrong with that in of itself, in fact it's a great thing, but school isn't about knowledge per se. It's not about expanding your mind, broadening your horizons, reading books or deep philosophical and spiritual thought. It's basically a cookie cutter diploma factory that stamps out degrees for people every 4 years. There is alot of pressure on kids to go to college, and when you tell them that they will be losers if they don't attend, then it's understandable why they feel obligated to go. The very fact that the student body is of the female majority is testament that a college degree has very little to do with expanding your mind, or growing as an individual. It is simply part of the "career grrl" process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all the things that I was supposed to do to be a success. I went to a good school, graduated magna cum laude, got a great paying job at a well respected firm, and I am liked by my peers and coworkers (well the male ones at least) But, the last 6 weeks have left a damn sour taste in my mouth. Up until this week, I have worked no less than 60 hrs a week, sometimes 70. Evening coming into the office on Saturdays. I understand that long hours are part of the territory in the field that i'm in, but it's almost like I was being punished for working efficiently. Working harder didn't get me accolades, it just got me more work stacked on my desk. Sometimes I got to do the work of others because I did it faster. Those incapable of doing it well left at 5pm, I was there until 11 pm. Somehow, I don't consider that a victory on my part. People who don't bust their ass (vast majority female) seem to just skate by, while i'm there with the other twenty somethings doing research on deals on Friday night. I'm just a junior analyst, so I know I have to pay dues, but when women take maternity leave left and right and i'm stuck with their work as well as mine, it really grates on me. They're getting paid to have me and other grunts do their work. Where's the equity in that? There is none for single guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a business trip to the Chicago office 2 weeks ago, and after what seemed like an eternity of pointless powerpoint slides, we head out to brunch. The managing director turns to me and tells me, "In another 10 years, with enough hard work you can be an Associate Director, I think you got what it takes." I'm looking at the room at all the Directors there and what a sad site it was. Every last one of them was either horribly fat, balding and overworked. This is what I have to look forward to? This is success? Working 70 - 80 hours a week? Dealing with power hungry, lurching vipers that call themselves career women on a daily basis? It's terrible. Most of these guys have been divorced, some several times. The managing director in my department is on his 3rd marriage. Sometimes I want to ask him why he keeps making the same mistake over and over again, but I don't have that kind of rapport with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I went to trade school to be a plumber or electrician so I don't have to deal with these pretentious people in corporate America. Some of them (again mostly women) seriously think that they are better than others simply because they have a college degree from "My Daddy overpayed for this" University. I don't even know if this shit is worth it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116138707738486137?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116138707738486137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116138707738486137' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116138707738486137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116138707738486137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-all-worth-it.html' title='Is it all worth it?'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-116112868737836149</id><published>2006-10-17T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:44:47.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been extremely busy</title><content type='html'>It's been one hell of a rough month.  Due to me working 60 - 70 hrs a week, I simply have not have the time to update on a regular basis.  So, i'm still around and I will update when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-116112868737836149?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116112868737836149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=116112868737836149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116112868737836149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/116112868737836149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-extremely-busy.html' title='Been extremely busy'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115789749354061710</id><published>2006-09-10T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:31:21.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Padded bras and matching lingerie...for 6 yr olds!!</title><content type='html'>I guess it's never to early to be a whore these days......&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,20380241-1243,00.html"&gt;Read on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115789749354061710?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115789749354061710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115789749354061710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115789749354061710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115789749354061710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/09/padded-bras-and-matching-lingeriefor-6.html' title='Padded bras and matching lingerie...for 6 yr olds!!'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115738204022601958</id><published>2006-09-04T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:11:21.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Toyota Corolla</title><content type='html'>Luxury cars are nice, I like them. My dad has an S-class Mercedes Sedan and it's one of the finest pieces of advanced machinery I have ever seen. Driven it a few times and very few cars can compare to it. If you can afford to buy a luxury car or you are a car guy with adequate disposable income, then yes, go on and buy a fancy car. But the problem is that for the vast majority of people, luxury cars are far beyond their means. The amount of BMW 5 and 7 series i'm seeing on the road is staggering. Everyone is skipping the entry level 3 series and they are going for the more prestigious BMW models. Seems like everyone has an Escalade, Cayenne, BMW X5 or Lexus truck with at least 22 inch rims. I saw the janitor at my nephews school pull up in a late model Yukon Denali truck, complete with navigation, rims, vertical doors and tv screens in the headrests. He's a janitor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have a few friends like this. These guys are far from car buffs. They don't know squat about cars, but they do know about status, and they know that having a bimmer, lexus, escalade or a benz increases their status, so they get one. It's kind of sad when you think about it. You get a couple of skanks to do a double take when you are out on the town, so what? Is that so important? Why are they seeking the approval of others so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten to the point where having a luxury vehicle means absolutely nothing. Everyone has one. Go to any housing projects or ghetto and you will see the finest automobiles from Jaguar, to Benz to BMW to Cadillacs, all there. Maybe that's why they are still poor and have no money. All their meager earnings goes to car payments and premium gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is complaining about the monstrosity he calls a car. He has a 2006 Lincoln Navigator. He just couldn't have it stock. He had to put rims on it, drop down lcd in the rear, two lcds in the headrest, playstation 2, pioneer dvd player/touch screen navigation in the front and all the trappings of wealth, or the facade of wealth. He's anything but wealthy. I mean, he's not poor. He does alright, but not $80,000 worth of vehicle alright. So he has all this useless shit in his car, people oogle it for a few seconds, but he has no money and won't for a while. Car payments are $700 a month alone. Then insurance as well. Then gas, oh man is it a gas guzzler. The thing gets maybe 15mpg on the highway if that. He also owes like $14,000 for all the junk he put in there, you see he used credit cards to pay for all those lcds in the headrests etc and interest is building up. He barely has passengers in the car by the way, so nobody even uses the bloody things he has in there. He uses this massive, tricked out SUV for things like going to the post office, the movies, picking up dry cleaning and the gym. A regular car would have suited him just fine, but he wanted to act like a player or something. The thing is just a money hole for him. Hey at least, all the sluts like to look at him when he's driving by....lol. Someone said that women are more attracted to the image of wealth, than true wealth itself. I agree. A wise man would have saved his cash and gotten a Corolla or a Civic. Something reliable, easy to maintain and not a money pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this where I absolutely love my Toyota Corolla. It's not a showstopper, no one is impressed by it, girls don't get wet looking at it, but hey i'm happy with it. It's clean, and it's a 2004 model, so it's not old at all. It's completely paid off, so no payments. It gets 34mpg on the highway!! I think I fill it up maybe once a month, if that. I just don't see the need for a luxury vehicle, considering that I take public transportation to work everyday. A car right now, is just for running errands around town or for going to New Jersey or something. I don't need a $75,000 ride to do that. That Corolla is looking mighty fine to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115738204022601958?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115738204022601958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115738204022601958' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115738204022601958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115738204022601958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-my-toyota-corolla.html' title='I love my Toyota Corolla'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115670945059158222</id><published>2006-08-27T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:33:06.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men biggest victims of domestic violence</title><content type='html'>As I play Madden 07 on my 360 (sweet game BTW), and I can't help but remember those stupid commercials about men beating up their wives and girlfriends because of football, and how domestic violence spikes on superbowl. Here's an interesting little article that states that men are more likely to be victims of domestic violence. How come we never hear the media talk about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newswise.com/articles/view/520686/"&gt;Continues....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115670945059158222?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115670945059158222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115670945059158222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115670945059158222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115670945059158222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/08/men-biggest-victims-of-domestic.html' title='Men biggest victims of domestic violence'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115670899449806979</id><published>2006-08-27T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:34:16.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone buy him a beer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"A word of caution, though: As with any social scientific study, it's important not to confuse correlation with causation. In other words, just because married folks are healthier than single people, it doesn't mean that marriage is causing the health gains. It could just be that healthier people are more likely to be married." Michael Noer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across a point, counter-point article from Forbes about marrying career women. Of course there is the ubiquitous female banshee spouting her drivel. We've come to expect that as men, but I found it refreshing to read the male perspective. Kudos to Michael Noer, get ready to be bombarded with hate male and accusations of being a chauvinist pig. Job well done, loved the last paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/home/2006/08/23/Marriage-Careers-Divorce_cx_mn_land.html"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115670899449806979?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115670899449806979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115670899449806979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115670899449806979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115670899449806979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/08/someone-buy-him-beer.html' title='Someone buy him a beer!!'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115447836919571054</id><published>2006-08-01T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:26:09.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another man trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Questions about the meaning of life do not interest woman. Since she does not think abstractly the problems of existential anxiety do not touch her. All she needs is an excuse for making one particular man work for her long after he ceases to want to go to bed with her. This excuse is provided by bearing his children.  When a man engenders children he gives a woman hostages in hopes that she will exploit him forever." Esther Vilar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into an acquantance of mine from the gym today on my way to work.  He's a construction worker and he works damn hard.  I hadn't seen him in a while, and I got to chatting with him, asking him about life in general etc.  He tells me that he's expecting a baby, so naturally I congratulate him, but he isn't too thrilled about it because now he has to do a double-shift and he's working as a bartender on the weekends for extra money to save up for a new apartment and the baby. Money is tight and his girl decided she doesn't have to work since he's doing a double-shift.  He also said they were not planning on having a baby and he thought that she was on the pill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this guy is just an acquantance and I don't know him well enough to start going on and on about his manipulative girlfriend, but these stories are too commonplace, i'm tired of hearing about them and i'm disappointed that men are not smarting up to this game.  Either you are on the pill or you're not.  These "accidents" are not accidents at all.  Women trap their boyfriends by getting pregnant, and now this guy is fucked.  He has no escape.  Men are far too trusting of the women in their lives.  Always wear protection, don't take her word for it that she's on the pill.  When they get baby rabies, they intentionally "forget" to take it.  You'll be the jerk if you are not happy that you have a bundle of joy coming and the entire thing will be used against you in society and if it gets far enough, in court, despite the fact that the baby was concieved via deception.  Avoid this mess by not putting yourself in that situation.  I felt bad for the guy.  Today it was hot as hell outside.  100 degrees with a heat index of 110!! Tommorow, it will be worse, and this guy is doing double shifts outside in this miserable heat.  I don't envy him, and his mistakes validate everything I stand for and believe in; the rebuking of American women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115447836919571054?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115447836919571054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115447836919571054' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115447836919571054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115447836919571054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-man-trapped.html' title='Another man trapped'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115412605071652503</id><published>2006-07-28T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:36:37.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorced women are swelling the poverty rolls</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't gone crazy and that's not my opinion. That's the opinion of Carol Ann Wilson who penned the article "How to Help Older Divorcing Women Avoid The Bag Lady Blues" in the June issue of the Journal of Financial Planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fpanet.org/member/press/releases/061206_journal.cfm"&gt;Bag ladies....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to her, a 50/50 split in a divorce is unfair to women. Her reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The courts are trying to split marital property 50-50, yet they traditionally overlook one major asset of a marriage: the husband's career.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson, who specializes in divorce issues and has written several books on the subject, asserts that in traditional marriages, the wife is not getting a big enough piece of her husband's future earnings potential.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Property is divided just once, but career assets continue to produce income regularly for years," she says.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 50-50 split might not be fair for the woman who followed a lesser career path to raise children while her husband went full tilt, gaining seniority at work and earning benefits like health and disability insurance and vacation pay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060719/bs_nm/column_finance_july19_dc_1"&gt;Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is there a reason why a man should get married these days? I mean, not only do these asset hungry bitches want everything, they want everything you haven't earned yet!! They are robbing you of your future. What right does anyone have to your future earning potential? And who the hell determines what my future earning potential is? What if I get layed off? Do I still have to make payments to my ex-wife based on what I potentially could be making? Why should I? I thought we got divorced, so why is she still in my back pocket? Ugh, i'm sick of this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115412605071652503?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115412605071652503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115412605071652503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115412605071652503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115412605071652503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/divorced-women-are-swelling-poverty.html' title='Divorced women are swelling the poverty rolls'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115387421387459474</id><published>2006-07-25T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:38:56.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is not greener on the other side</title><content type='html'>I have alot of friends of different races and nationalities, and when the topic comes to women, there is always this "the grass is greener" over there mentality. For instance, alot of my white friends prefer Asian women, they all have yellow fever. The reason they give? They are more feminine, gentle and lady like. It's kind of funny to see a once beer drinking, chicken wing-loving former frat boy all of a sudden get into anime, weird Japanese RPG games and want to quit his job to move to Japan to become an English teacher because they just love "Asian Culture". That's nonsense, it's just a smokescreen for easy access to Asian pussy, which is their sole driving force. I've gotten a few guys to admit that it was indeed the reason for their interest in Asian culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of my black friends, prefer white women, the reason? They say that white women are not as aggressive and hard to handle like black women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Asian friends tell me they can't get dates with Asian women because they all want white guys. They also say they can't get dates with white and latina women because they don't like them and they in general do not want to date black women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hispanic friends don't care, as long as she's ready, willing and able...isn't that right Ricky? {inside joke}&lt;inside&gt;&lt;inside&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion? Women are women. I've dated women from different ethnicities, and other than their ethnicity, it was pretty much the same thing. The grass ain't greener on the other side. Women act how society dictates they act. I for one do not buy into the Asian/ Eastern Euro women are demure and sweeter bullshit. Back when the typical American family was led by a patriach, before the feminist movement, women here were probably no less sweeter or demure than their foreign counterparts. Culture dictates behavior. Remove that sweet, demure woman from her patriach centered culture and it will only be a matter of time before she too gets infected with the feminist bug. The ideal woman is a woman that resides in a male friendly country, but with many nations emulating American and Western Euro fashion, attitudes and ideals, the well of quality women will continue to dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115387421387459474?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115387421387459474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115387421387459474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115387421387459474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115387421387459474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/grass-is-not-greener-on-other-side.html' title='The grass is not greener on the other side'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115366184916574160</id><published>2006-07-23T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:37:29.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking with Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://drinkingwithbob.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://drinkingwithbob.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking with Bob is another blog that I enjoy viewing from time to time.  His blog is a little different because he doesn't write articles.  He has these short 1 minute rants on society at large and the stupidity that runs through it.  He's not an MRA or anything (not to my knowledge) but I like the guy and he's hit the nail on the head in many of his angry rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really good ones.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/DrinkingWithBob-MYSPACEIsResponsibleForAllOfTheWorldsProblems694.mov"&gt;http://blip.tv/file/get/DrinkingWithBob-MYSPACEIsResponsibleForAllOfTheWorldsProblems694.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/DrinkingWithBob-GirlWhoHadSexWithChristieBrinkleysHusband865.mov"&gt;http://blip.tv/file/get/DrinkingWithBob-GirlWhoHadSexWithChristieBrinkleysHusband865.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/DrinkingWithBob-DatelineNBCHatesChildMolesters642.mov"&gt;http://blip.tv/file/get/DrinkingWithBob-DatelineNBCHatesChildMolesters642.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/post_pardem/post.mov"&gt;http://www.archive.org/download/post_pardem/post.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/skells/skell.mov"&gt;http://www.archive.org/download/skells/skell.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115366184916574160?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115366184916574160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115366184916574160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115366184916574160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115366184916574160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/drinking-with-bob.html' title='Drinking with Bob'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115356698583174575</id><published>2006-07-22T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:16:25.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will update shortly</title><content type='html'>Receieved a couple of e-mails.  Yes i'm still alive, but have been really busy with work.  I will update shortly.  Thanks for the concern, I appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115356698583174575?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115356698583174575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115356698583174575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115356698583174575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115356698583174575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/will-update-shortly.html' title='Will update shortly'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115185562147182320</id><published>2006-07-02T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:53:41.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never argue with women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“Don't argue! You cannot win, you cannot beat a woman in a arguement. It's impossble you will not win. Cause men, we are handicapped when it comes to arguing because we have a need to make sense” - Chris Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some guys even bother to engage in any sort of debate with women.  It's an exercise in futility, because a woman cannot "lose" an arguement.  There is no gracefully bowing out when you are clearly wrong or have been outwitted if you are a woman, they simply change the subject or shame the people they are arguing with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, last week sunday was my friends 26th birthday and he had a little barbeque get together and invited some friends over.  Another mutual friend of ours was there with his girlfriend, and she was like usual, breaking his balls in public.  She wanted him to go pick-up her friend at Newark airport.  He didn't want to.  Like a normal human being, he wanted to hang out with friends he's known for most of his life, not pick up people he barely knows at the Airport, wasting gas and toll money.  Well, she wasn't having it.  She called him a jerk, that he likes his friends more than he likes her (he does - can't say I blame him....lol) He told his girl that he was not her friends personal driver and why can't she take a cab? Why does he have to miss his friends birthday that's he's known since grade school to pick up a girl he doesn't really know at the airport because she knows her, and that's besides the point because he is already here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response? You and your friends are such losers, and they probably all have the same baby dick that you have.  Then she storms out.  What that had to do with anything, hell if I know, but like many women they just have to have the last word.  Relevance and sense is not part of an arguement, as long as they have the last word, then they are victorious.  Well, we let her have her victory, and continued on like nothing happened.  Watched the Spain vs Portugal game in it's high def glory, drank some beers, had some steak, fish and burgers and played some Fight Night 06.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115185562147182320?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115185562147182320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115185562147182320' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115185562147182320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115185562147182320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-argue-with-women.html' title='Never argue with women'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115055717679989926</id><published>2006-06-17T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:12:56.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed with vaginas</title><content type='html'>What is it about feminists and their damn obsession with vaginas?  It's really weird.  All through college, it was the same shit.  Even when I was not really aware of MRA, I knew one thing for sure, these women were insane.  Every other day it was a re-enactment of the vagina monologues.  I had to take some liberal arts classes, and Art, Poetry and Comprehensive Writing was what I took to fill the void. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In art class, we looked at artwork from famous male and female painters.  The male artwork was diverse.  Some depicting nature, some depicting the male body, the female body, some were religious works of art, some were abstract, they was just about everything for every taste.  The womens art?  Nothing but vaginas, i'm not kidding.  I would say 75% of them had to do with female genitals.  It was vulva this, clitoris that, and they say that men have a one track mind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry class? Same thing!! All the budding little feminists and their vagina poems.  It always started off with their flowing vaginas, their crimson red vaginas, or their vaginas give life.  Vagina, vagina, vagina.  It was sickening.  I had to endure that shit for the entire semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hasn't changed.  It's all about the vagina for these women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115055717679989926?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115055717679989926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115055717679989926' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115055717679989926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115055717679989926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/obsessed-with-vaginas.html' title='Obsessed with vaginas'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-115055621369191823</id><published>2006-06-17T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:19:18.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the violence against women, violence against men - who cares?</title><content type='html'>It seems like everywhere in NYC, we are being bombarded with this pink poster, about stopping the violence against women in NY etc. I mean, it's everywhere. It's on buses, subways, massive billboards. Ad space like this is damn expensive, but they can afford it because big corporations sponsor them and their events. For those who have not seen this ad, it's exactly like the one here in the banner of their webpage. &lt;a href="http://www.untiltheviolencestops.org/go.php"&gt;http://www.untiltheviolencestops.org/go.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have these monthly festivals, and it's bullshit really. For the entire time, it's just one major dump on men. Just how bad men are, men rape women, men are potential rapists, men are violent, 1 in 4 women is sexually assaulted by evil men etc. They even have a self defense workshop on how to kick men in the nuts, that one is being held today. I wish I were making this up, but i'm not. What do you expect from people who identify themselves as vagina warriors? What's puzzling is how they are even taken seriously. I would be laughed out of town if I called myself a penis warrior. Vagina warriors on the other hand are given millions of dollars for festivals and events that don't do one goddamn thing. Tell me how a festival that will only be attended by fellow lesbians and manginas will stop some jerk from slapping a woman somewhere? Furthermore, why should only violence against women be stopped? Last time I checked, men suffered more violent fates than women. This is a fact. A man is more likely to encounter violence than a woman is. This does not excuse violence on women, but it does expose the fact that nothing is ever done in a man's interest, even if he is the more likely victim of what they are fighting against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in the office, some husky lady from another department that I had never seen before and another guy were selling pastries for V-Day awareness. (V = violence against women, Vagina.... etc) All they had left were brownies and carrot cake with nuts in them. I told them I didn't want it and i'm allergic to nuts (which I really am) Then the guy said, ok that's fine, but you can still make a donation for the cause to stop the violence against women. I looked him square in the face and told him that i'll donate to him when he starts selling cupcakes to stop the demonization of men everywhere. He just rolled his eyes and carried on shuffling his pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a small chain effect, because some other guys did not buy anything or give them money. How do I know this? Well, HR sent out a blanket e-mail stating that they are commited to helping exploited women and their causes, and fundraising is essential....blah..blah..blah...but if you feel that you don't want to donate, kindly turn them down and say no, but don't resort to hostile tactics and intimidating behavior because there had been some complaints that a few individuals who declined to give a donation felt like they had to interrogate the fundraisers. I laughed when I read that. Gives me great solace to know that some men are waking up. I just know it was that mangina who went squeeling to HR, I just know it. I don't think it was the woman, because honest to god, she had shoulders like a linebacker. She was tougher than this guy, she literally looked like she had bigger balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-115055621369191823?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/115055621369191823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=115055621369191823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115055621369191823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/115055621369191823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/stop-violence-against-women-violence.html' title='Stop the violence against women, violence against men - who cares?'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114964831383916462</id><published>2006-06-06T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:49:30.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS is 25 years old - Big Woop - Leave me alone</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the 25th anniversary of the discovery of AIDS and I had the distinct pleasure about hearing about AIDS and how we need to do more and fight the disease. Huh? What the fuck do they want me to do exactly? Even at work, we were bombarded by the PC activist militia, giving out red ribbons, for you know, "AIDS awareness". What exactly does wearing a red ribbon do? I think it just makes people at the red ribbon factory richer. It's come to the point where I think the hipster, starbucks crowd are sporting these things to seem "aware" and socially concious. Ironically, they are the ones who engage in the said risky behavior that spreads this death sentence of a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a gay guy at the office who talks about his sexual escapades amongst his hyena sounding girlfriends so loudly that anyone within an earshot can hear him. He makes it seem like promiscuity is a badge of honor. He wore a red ribbon yesterday. A guy who's life is based on going clubbing to meet random guys he's going to fuck. As long as there are guys like that around, AIDS will always be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIDS is one of the most preventable diseases out there. Sure, we have children in the 3rd world getting AIDS, but that is solely due to the reckless sexual lifestyles their parents practiced. Nevertheless, it is sad to see children suffering due to the lifestyle choices of their parents. But, the face of AIDS in the impoverished nations of Sub-Saharan Africa and Asia, is not the face in developed western nations. The people dying here are not 4 year old Namibian kids. People are dying here by and large because of lifestyle choices. They engage in risky sex with many partners and/or use IV drugs. The days of getting AIDS via blood transfusion like Arthur Ashe did is long gone. People are getting AIDS because they engage in risky behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking about awareness and how we need to spend more money on educating people. This may fly in 3rd world countries where people believe that raping an infant cures AIDS, but is there anyone in America who in unaware of AIDS at this point? No matter how much money you throw at awareness campaigns, nothing will change until people rectify their behavior. And if you have ever had the displeasure of visiting some places in NYC (Village, Chelsea etc) you will know that not a damn thing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home yesterday, they had a little AIDS vigil in Battery Park and I saw people holding signs that said &lt;strong&gt;"STOP AIDS NOW&lt;/strong&gt;". What a stupid statement. That statement insinuates that we can control what people do with their bodies. What measures can we enact to stop AIDS? We can't do anything. AIDS will decline when people stop humping each other like rabbits in heat. AIDS will decline when people have safe sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the new face of AIDS in America is women (you know they have to be the ultimate victims) Particularly, minority women. Black women are said to be 14 times more likely to have AIDS than white women. Everyone seems to be shocked by this, well people without brains because anyone who thinks with logic isn't. Any society that has a high out of wedlock and teenage pregnancy rate will also have higher STD rates, because it shows that less people in that society are practicing safe sex. Well, 70% of black children are born out of wedlock. You are the exception to actually have parents who are married believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the boards though, STD's are on the rise and the focus is always on AIDS since that is the most severe, but many other STD's are on the rise. I remember reading somewhere that 1 in 4 college aged female has herpes. Which is scary, because some of my classes in college had up to 300 students in the lecture hall and two-thirds of the student body were females. That means literally, in every lecture hall, 50 girls have herpes. YIKES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114964831383916462?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114964831383916462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114964831383916462' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114964831383916462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114964831383916462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/aids-is-25-years-old-big-woop-leave-me.html' title='AIDS is 25 years old - Big Woop - Leave me alone'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114933944437626673</id><published>2006-06-03T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:57:24.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geriatric tramps abound looking for sugar daddies</title><content type='html'>Talk about delusions of grandeur.  This 60 yr old hag actually thinks millionaires with estates worth $20 million dollars would want to be with a 60 yr old prune.  My God, American women really think they are entitled to everything, even the geriatric, desperate ones who have to pay matchmakers in excess of 120 grand to even score a date.  Unbelievable.  The most sickening part of all is that she won her lawsuit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paragraph shows what kind of woman we are dealing with here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Majerik, a 60-year-old social worker from Erie, Pa., claimed in a lawsuit that she paid Beverly Hills matchmaker Orly Hadida $125,000 to be introduced to men who wanted monogamous relationships, earned more than $1 million and had estates of up to $20 million.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full article here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wtop.com/?nid=456&amp;sid=807208"&gt;http://www.wtop.com/?nid=456&amp;amp;sid=807208&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114933944437626673?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114933944437626673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114933944437626673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114933944437626673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114933944437626673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/geriatric-tramps-abound-looking-for.html' title='Geriatric tramps abound looking for sugar daddies'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114930622627492205</id><published>2006-06-02T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:43:46.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock him up and throw away the key, along with his PSP</title><content type='html'>What a pathetic display by the school administrators and the local law enforcement.  Women are sexually molesting boys in record numbers and are getting away with it, but this kid gets charged with a class c felony for having nude pictures on a PSP (Playstation Portable). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pspworld.com/sony-psp/news/boy-cited-for-having-porn-on-psp-at-school-004267.php"&gt;http://www.pspworld.com/sony-psp/news/boy-cited-for-having-porn-on-psp-at-school-004267.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114930622627492205?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114930622627492205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114930622627492205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114930622627492205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114930622627492205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/06/lock-him-up-and-throw-away-key-along.html' title='Lock him up and throw away the key, along with his PSP'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114904001110451125</id><published>2006-05-30T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:46:51.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress codes at work don't apply to women</title><content type='html'>The dress code at my job is business casual, which for men doesn't make much of a difference, because we are still expected to wear the same things sans a tie.  It's still dress shirt and dress pants/slacks, and if you want to take a walk on the wild side, you'll wear a pair of khakis.  That's about it.  I really have no problem with this at all, it's a place of work and looking neat and professional is expected, but it seems that this only applies to guys.  Women can literally wear whatever the hell they feel like.  Sure, there is a dress code for women as well, but it isn't enforced, not in the least.  To be fair, the female analysts do dress appropriately, but most women who work for the company aren't analysts, so they don't represent the norm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today for example, I actually saw 3 women wearing flip flop sandals, the type you wear at the beach.  This is almost routine when the weather gets warm, many young women seem to throw away their normal work shoes in favor of flip flops.  Then there is the ultra tight, sleeveless shirts, the ones that when they bend over to pick something up shows off their tramp stamp tattoo.  Sure, if I was a person with an axe to grind and wanted to start shit, I could bring it up to HR that most women don't adhere to the dress code, but one look at how the women at HR dress themselves, then you would know that it is an exercise in futility because they all dress like beach bums.  I don't think any man would stroll into work with a pair of flip flops and a tank top and feel like they are appropriate for or belong in a corporate environment.  Many women seem to think it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another point, many of these women who dress innapropiately (i.e. wearing baby shirts etc) are always the first to complain about how cold it is in the office because of the air conditioning.  How about putting on clothes that cover your body for starters if you don't want to freeze to death?  I really don't get this.  It's a very simple thing to rectify, just dress appropriately, but nope, they rather have the place be a sweltering hellhole because they want to wear skimpy outfits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114904001110451125?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114904001110451125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114904001110451125' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114904001110451125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114904001110451125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/dress-codes-at-work-dont-apply-to.html' title='Dress codes at work don&apos;t apply to women'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114893336470309527</id><published>2006-05-29T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:10:38.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news, 5000 people are dead.</title><content type='html'>I was watching the news today and the lead topic they were discussing was Angelina Jolies baby, and after 5 minutes of nonsense talk, the newscaster actually said "And in other news, the deathtoll is now over 5000 after the earthquake in Indonesia." A year ago I would have been upset at this, I mean, I would hope 5000 people dying would take precedence over some actress having a baby, but i've come to expect this kind of crap. Most of the people who watch television are women, and empathy is a feeling that is foreign to most women, because it would mean that they would have to put themselves in another persons shoes. So our media caters to them(women) and their interests, namely celebrity gossip. Despicable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114893336470309527?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114893336470309527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114893336470309527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114893336470309527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114893336470309527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-other-news-5000-people-are-dead.html' title='In other news, 5000 people are dead.'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114821557218553269</id><published>2006-05-21T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:22:09.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The depreciating asset that is woman</title><content type='html'>If you're an active member on any MRA site, then you know that as a man, that we have time on our side. All the things we accrue as we get older (stability, responsibility, career, home, car, assets etc) are the things that make most women salivate, it is what they want. What men want in return isn't much, we simply want a woman who is a woman. A woman who is feminine, loyal and is there to complement him, not ridicule, bemoan or compete with him. Women have the most bargaining chips when they are younger, because that's when they look their best, but they squander it all by being promiscuous and having wanton lifestyles with badboys. By the time they come around or are completely used up, we aren't interested. We don't want what they are peddling. We've moved on. All they have to show for their wanton lifestyles at the least is a nasty reputation and at most is an STD or two and some illegitimate brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the greatest equalizer I tell you. And you know what? I'm witnessing used up women earlier and earlier. I remember when I was reading the MRA sites for the first time when I was in college and saw stories of men in their 30's and 40's running into women that were once hot who looked like crap after a lifestyle of sleaziness. I can now say that I see what they are saying, except I see it in women in their mid to late 20's. Women I went to high school with. It's a pathetic site, yet reaffirming. It reaffirms that I made the right choices in life. It reaffirms that there is no affirmative action with time and nature. It reaffirms that with regards men, time is the greatest equalizer, I just never thought I would see it so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many of these girls I went to school with, pushing strollers with kids that look nothing alike, sometimes they don't even look like the same race. I guess that's what feminists mean by being "multicultural". You can tell they are hurting. I see them at the grocery store fiddling with their welfare debit card, you know that they have never stepped foot in a bank before because they can't work a simple debit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl that I went to high school with yesterday, I always was a "friend" i.e. chump to her. She was a cheerleader and was one of the hot girls in school. She didn't even mess with high school guys back then. She was dating some older pothead guy. Last I remember of her was her at graduation. I saw her yesterday, and holy shit, talk about self destruction. She looked like she gained 80lbs. I didn't recognize her, she recognized me and called out my name. Asked me what I was up to, and what i'm doing, asked me where I work, where I live. I felt like I was being interrogated, but I answered her questions. I asked her about herself, she said she's taking some courses, but her answer floored me. She said she's taking some courses to in hairdressing and styling. I told her good for her, and she responds, "Yeah, I know, it's such a hard, competitive program, but I keep telling myself that I need to survive because my kids need support since their fathers ain't shit." That quote encompasses everything that MRA has been saying for years. First, the whole grandiose thinking and self importance, you're a damn hairstylist, not a rocket scientist for NASA, nothing is competitive or hard about giving someone a shampoo. She's 25, 26 at most and already has several illegitimate kids, I didn't ask how many, and she used the word 'fathers', as in plural, so there is more than one father. I told her that I needed to be going, and she said "maybe we should hang out or get together sometime." It was hard not laughing in her face, I mean here this woman is, at least 80lbs overweight, several kids with who knows what kind of badboy fathers and she wants to hang out with me, was that a joke? Never would she have wanted to hang out with me in High School or even be caught dead with me in any circumstance, so why now? I told her that I have no time, that i'm very busy with work. Fucking nerve these women have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114821557218553269?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114821557218553269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114821557218553269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114821557218553269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114821557218553269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/depreciating-asset-that-is-woman.html' title='The depreciating asset that is woman'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114802452940663450</id><published>2006-05-19T03:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T03:42:09.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some poor sod</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;""I am" is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest sentence?” George Carlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor sod at work is engaged to be getting married.  His fiance is a Chinese-American girl.  She might be Chinese ethnically, but she is 100% American, feminist garbage.  They say love is blind, and this guy sure is blind.  Her demands are ridiculous, but even more ridiculous is that he obliges and caves in.  She gave him an ultimatum, that they had to get married this summer, or it was over.  He agreed.  She told him that it was Chinese tradition for the groom to give the brides parents a large sum of money for the honor of marrying their daughter.  He agreed, even though she nor her parents are traditional Chinese folk.  They are about as American as they come.  Old traditions only come up when they benefit them I suppose.  He bought her an engagement ring that she chose.  He's helping pay her grad school tuition on top of all this.  She doesn't like his friends, and doesn't want him socializing with them anymore.  He's not allowed to have a bachelor party, because she says she's not going to have one either, but her friends are taking her out before the wedding to have a "good time" one last night before she gets hitched.  Sounds like a bachelorette party to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is endless, but the guy is just a walking ATM, he's being trampled like a doormat, but for some reason he goes back for more.  Everything is about her.  Their relationship is focused on her demands and nothing else.  Talking to him is an exercise in futility because he's smitten, but I don't understand him because he complains about her, but does nothing.  He talks about his relationship, almost like a cry out for help, but when advice is offered he pays it no mind.  We just ignore him or say nothing to him about it.  He's either in deep denial, or he really is just that oblivious.  Nevertheless, come June, after saying his nuptials, he will willingly throw away his life and become a slave to the matriachy, at the ripe old age of 26.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114802452940663450?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114802452940663450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114802452940663450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114802452940663450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114802452940663450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-poor-sod.html' title='Some poor sod'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114758619603836609</id><published>2006-05-14T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:00:03.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FDNY under attack</title><content type='html'>If you live in the NYC area, you know that they give out these 2 little free newspapers called "The Metro" and "AM New York". I read them in the morning on my commute to work since I get my Wall Street Journal and Financial Times subscription at the office. The hot topics in these papers as of late has been illegal immigration and the lack of women and minorities in the Fire Department of New York (FDNY). Let's talk about the FDNY and the so called lack of women and minorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman, who as she said, was taking the FDNY to task was demanding to know why in a city that is 62% female or minority, they account for less than 5% of all the registered Firefighters in NYC. This to her illustrates the racist and sexist hiring practices of the FDNY and she wants to expose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with the reasoning of that woman. Her logic is seriously flawed. Just because 62% of the population is either a woman or a minority does not mean that automatically 62% of the FDNY will be women or minorities. First and foremost, we must look at the number of applicants that are women and minorities, and that number no doubt is small. I find it very hard to believe that the FDNY gets a sizable amount of female applicants. I have no idea about the number of minority applicants, but that too will most likely be smaller than white applicants, i'm sure of that. If we used that woman's logic, over half of the Engineers and IT departments should be female. BTW - Why don't they ever whine about the lack of female representation in Coal Mining, Crab Fishing, Construction, Landscaping, Roofing and Plumbing? I mean, they should be at least 50% female by that logic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most applicants, regardless of whether they are male or female won't be accepted into the FDNY because of the rigorous physical demands, and it should be that way. You want the elite to be hired, those capable of exceling under trying conditions. This would eliminate 99.9% of the female applicants, all 10 of them. But they aren't happy with that. Instead they want the FDNY to have different physical requirements for women. Odd, when a building is on fire and people need to be rescued, I wonder if the fires and lifeless bodies will take into account the different requirements for women and burn less intensely for them and will weigh less while lying motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other portion is the written exam, which i've seen copies of, and they aren't that hard, and with some preperation/studying, you should do well. Feminists and race hustlers say the tests are culturally biased, so that's why many minority applicants fail them. I always roll my eyes whenever I read something like this. The test consists of reading comprehension, memorization, problem solving, deductive reasoning, a little basic arithemethic and multiple choice style format questions skewed towards firefighting of course. If they don't know how to read, memorize things, solve problems or add numbers in your culture, then that says alot about the culture you come from. In fact, them saying that basic reading and math skills are culturally biased, thus minority applicants are not able to "get it" is an insult to minorities. They are insinuating that minorities are stupid, and quite frankly, the more minorities who continue to do poorly and believe this, makes their words painfully true. It becomes a self fulfilling prophecy. Tell them that basic reading and comprehension for them is culturally biased against them enough times, and they will believe that nonsense. What about the minorities that did make it into the FDNY? Albeit a small number, but there are still there. Why were they immune to the cultural bias of reading at a high school level? No one ever talks about that. As a black male, this comes as little surprise to me about the poor scores of minorities on the exams, because if there's one thing not hip to be while growing up, it's a black guy that likes to read. Trust me, I bear the scars of ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that bothers me about this is all, is that the remedy to the problem is never to better yourself or rise to the standards, it's always to lower the standards. Not enough women getting into the FDNY? Well, reduce the physical requirements for them. Not enough minorities in the FDNY? Well, it must be the culturally biased exams, let's make it easier. What is the point of requirements and standards in the first place, if we continue knock them down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114758619603836609?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114758619603836609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114758619603836609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114758619603836609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114758619603836609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/fdny-under-attack.html' title='FDNY under attack'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114713411393295084</id><published>2006-05-08T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:26:23.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Selfish Bachelor</title><content type='html'>A phenomenon i've been encountering since I broke up with my girlfriend some time ago is people trying to hook me up. People have this notion that if you are not in a relationship with a woman, then something is wrong with you and that you are not content. I hate to burst their bubble, but i'm pleased as punch, I honestly could care less. Nevertheless, people never get the fucking hint, even when you do more than drop hints, when you tell them flat out that you aren't interested, they ignore you anyway like your words are meaningless. It's always women who want to set me up on blind dates and hook me up with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt is always trying to set me up on dates with girls from her church. True story, one of the girls that attends the church regularly is a stripper. Of course, all the old folks there don't know about her side job, but every guy in town has had her on his lap for $20. No thanks, I think i'll pass on that one. If it's one thing I know, church girls are always the worst of the litter. It's always sluts who think that somehow reading a bible will mask the life of whoring they had not long ago. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some female family friends and acquantances always have someone lined up for me. Where were these people with their offers when I was a broke college student? I guess I wasn't up to snuff then huh? I needed to have graduated and landed a good job before I was eligible. One thing about women is that they like to live their life like it's a script, like a damn book report. Go to high school, then college, party it up and fuck a bunch of bad boys, then when that is out of their system, they come looking for a nice guy with a career, translation me. The thing is that this attitude is universal with all women, if they aren't on the prowl themselves, then they are on the prowl for someone else. They always ask me about my lovelife and when i'm going to settle down. For fucks sake, i'm 25 yrs old, and even if I was 45yrs old, why should it matter to them when I settle down? Women always want to meddle in other peoples love affairs, which is why all their tabloids are about which celeb is fucking which celeb, who's dumping who, who's getting divorced etc. They have to get in your business all the time. I've yet to have a man try to set me up on a blind date or hook me up with anyone, it's always women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt told me I was selfish because I don't want to share my life and wealth with someone else. I'm always respectful to my elders because that is how I was raised, but I felt like she had some fucking nerve to actually chastize me for doing what I want to do with my own life. I thought the decision to do anything with my life was mine and not hers. I told her that it was actually selfish to impose her own ideals on me and assume that I want what she wants. She told me that I should welcome the privilege to have a woman's company, and therein lies the problem. Our feminized society dictates that men are privileged to have a woman grace them with their presence. Why isn't the inverse true? I'm not arrogant, but I would think a woman would be privileged to have a decent man like me in her life, and the situation applies to all hard working, honest men. But it doesn't, and that's what sucks about westernized society. Men are too busy jumping through hoops to please women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the demands that most women make. They want a tall, dark and handsome man with a six figure salary, a mansion and the works. What the hell are the women bringing to the equation other than their twats? Pussy is not an endangered species and it can be gotten for a few bucks from the local escort if that's your thing, so seriously what do women bring to the equation that warrants their outrageous demands? I can't think of anything a westernized woman brings to the table for a man who is financially stable and has his head on his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean i'm selfish? I honestly could give two shits if it means I am or i'm not, part of MGTOW is not giving a damn what some harpies think about you and your lifestyle. Fuck them!! The day their opinions mean an iota of shit to me, is the day I become a transexual. That day will never come as long as i'm alive. I'll just cut the people out of my life who continue to disrespect me and not respect my wishes to be left alone. I have no time for people who don't respect me and who continually think that I need their fucking romantic handouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114713411393295084?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114713411393295084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114713411393295084' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114713411393295084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114713411393295084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/selfish-bachelor.html' title='The Selfish Bachelor'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114670257874913573</id><published>2006-05-03T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:29:38.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men need to live for themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do." Bob Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corporate world is pretty ambitious (For men at least).  There is a sink or swim mindset, and I welcome that.  It seperates the hardworkers from the lazy ones, and apart from personal satisfaction for giving it your all, there are rewards for your labor, you'll get paid more money.  That's the incentive, that's the carrot on the stick dangled in front of every man who wants upward mobility.  If you are driven and this is what you want to do for yourself, then yes, by all means go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though, I find that a significant number of men slaving away are not doing it for themselves, but they are doing it because of their nagging wives.  They had to move into the suburbs, buy a house with a white picket fence that was way beyond what he could afford.  He had to buy the gas guzzling minivan and SUV.  Then come the kids.  She wants them to go the the fancy private schools, away from the inner city riff-raff (most likely the offspring of the badboys she used to fuck when she was younger).  Then it's ballet and dance recitals, little league baseball and football, and then you have to start putting money away for their college education.  From marriage until death, he will always be making payments of some sort.  A sad existance indeed.  That is no way to live life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday conversations at the office is kind of sad, because you can tell that the married guys kind of live vicariously through the single ones and their stories.  Their weekend is always the same, they do "family stuff" which translates to what their wives want to do.  Compromise to a woman is always what she wants to do.  On Monday morning, they always ask "So, what did you do this weekend?"  The beauty of being a bachelor is that my life is not a script.  I do anything I damn well feel like doing, when I want to do it and I have to answer to no one at all.  I was talking with another guy about the RPG game Oblivion and how great it was, and we were talking about how many hours of our lives it sucked away, and this married guy who is now a sad shell of a man says "Wow, it sounds really nice, but the wife doesn't allow me to play videogames."  This is a grown man folks.  I honestly felt ashamed for him, what an embarassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Bob Dylan, you couldn't be more correct, a man is only successful when he does what he wants to do.  Sadly many married men will forever have a puppeteer pulling their strings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114670257874913573?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114670257874913573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114670257874913573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114670257874913573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114670257874913573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/05/men-need-to-live-for-themselves.html' title='Men need to live for themselves'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114631618424689389</id><published>2006-04-29T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:09:44.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminism - Nature tells you to take a hike!!</title><content type='html'>Much to the chagrin of feminists, nature has a way of kicking them in the ass.  All the lies they perpetuate cannot fool nature.  They can delude themselves into thinking that 50 is the new 30, but let's see those 50 yr olds, I mean "30" yr olds bear children.  Feminism by nature is self delusion, they want to believe that they are being held back by the "patriachy".  They want to believe that old women are sexy.  They want to believe that obese women (BBW's) are just as desirable as fit women.  They want to believe that they can do anything a man can do.  They want to believe that they can surpass men in any arena.  They want to believe that a woman can give birth at anytime and a biological clock does not exist.  They want to believe that men are not necessary.  They want to believe that they can fight wars with the best hardened male soldiers.  In fact, they want to be men.  Is it any wonder why lesbians use strap-ons/dildos and other phallic shaped objects to make love to each other? Why do they need to do that? Surely the woman wearing the strap-on feels nothing whatsoever.  A dildo is not part of her being.  Perhaps it has nothing to do with what she feels, but how she acts.  She wants to be a man, she wants to be in the drivers seat, she wants that dominant position, she wants to feel what it's like to fuck a woman, so she dons the attire of male virility, a kick ass penis.  Too bad her's is made of plastic.  She will never get that univeral orgasmic pleasure that men worldwide get when they are with a woman, she can simulate it to the best of her ability, but she will fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what feminism is, simulating masculinity, but they have failed in every category.  Now, an honorable person would accept defeat and recognize their failures, but there is no honor in feminism.  Instead, they change the rules to suit them at any given opportunity, so they can turn their failures to victories.  Their rules are not iron clad or written in stone, they change 0n a whim based on the situation.  For instance, the belief that they can run with the best of the best in the military.  They can't!! Almost all women are unable to meet the physical requirements necessary to get into the military in the first place.  So they simply changed the rules.  They reduced the workload and requirements for women.  No more of that running a mile rubbish and pushups etc.  Who needs physicality when you are a soldier? So now they celebrate that finally, women have broken into the military.  How is it a victory if you rigged the results? And how does having a bunch of inferior weaklings help the military? You can use this scenario on anything with feminists "breaking the glass ceiling".  They change the rules to suit their needs and universally, when they change the rules, it's never to increase the standards, it's always to lower them.  By demanding that the standards be lowered, aren't they more or less admitiing that they are in fact not up to snuff for the tasks at hand, and that yes, men are indeed better suited for those roles? Logically, that makes sense, but logic is a realm that is never roamed by the typical feminist.  They might fool their fellow women and pussified males, but they ain't fooling nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114631618424689389?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114631618424689389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114631618424689389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114631618424689389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114631618424689389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/feminism-nature-tells-you-to-take-hike.html' title='Feminism - Nature tells you to take a hike!!'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114618610010465659</id><published>2006-04-27T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:01:40.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Resources - What a waste</title><content type='html'>While i'm on the topic of women in the office, I need to address the Human Resources department.  It is utter and complete shit.  They are absolutely worthless and 95% of the department can be fired tommorow and we would not miss a beat.  Of course the department is almost exclusively female.  There are maybe 2 or 3 guys there, and the one that I see regularly on the elevator is a flaming homosexual, so it's not exactly the most straight, male friendly environment to work in.  I really don't understand why the company needs to hire so many people to do the same mundane, redundant work.  They are responsible for such mental taxing work like stuffing envelopes for the new hires, organizing sexual harassment seminars, organizing and collecting money for breast cancer awareness for the billionth time, giving tours, giving pep talks to the new hires, and taking employee grievances.  This can be done by, 3 or 4 people, maximum 6.  We have an entire department of maybe 30 in HR.  The company could save so much money if they just cut down on these useless sloths collecting money for doing nothing.  If you go up to the HR department, you'll see that they are surfing the internet, gossiping and chatting and doing their nails.  The place reeks of nail polish remover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kills me is the job titles they have.  Here are some. "Personnel Manager". "Assistant Personnel Manager" "Junior Assistant Personnel Manager" "Human Resources Grievance Counselor" "Personnel Director" "Assistant Personnel Director" "Human Resources Specialist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what the fuck any of that rubbish is?  If it's one thing I know, it's that the more vague or the longer your job title is, then there's a higher likelyhood that you ain't doing jack shit.  What is the difference between a Personnel Director and a Personnel Manager?  Why do they need several subordinates if they just stuff envelopes, take complaints and give pep talks to new hires? They need several assistants for that? What is a Human Resources Specialist? What do they specialize in?  Seriously, what does someone in HR need to specialize in other than having a decent smile and a nice demeanor? The thing is that these women feel like they are important and that they actually matter.  A big portion of women in the workforce do mundane shit like this for a living and then they wonder why there is a wage gap between men and women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I busted my ass in school, and i'll be damned if I get the same salary as the Assistant Personnel Director of HR who does nothing but at most stuffs a dozen evelopes all day.  Can't we train chimps to do this work?  Why did these women even bother to waste their parents money on a college education?  These are supposed to be my intellectual equals? We keep hearing about how college enrollment for women is at an all time high and how they are surpassing males, but we need to realize that a vast majority of them will do no more than mundane administrative work for the rest of their lives because unlike their sugarcoated, powderfluff collegework, in the real world, you have to do real work to get ahead and they have no experience with that, and when they see how you need to bust your ass to get somewhere, they become complacent with doing administrative work.  Then they complain about how women earn less than men on average.  Well honey, most men don't go to college to stuff envelopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114618610010465659?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114618610010465659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114618610010465659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114618610010465659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114618610010465659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/human-resources-what-waste.html' title='Human Resources - What a waste'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114618418361862255</id><published>2006-04-27T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:29:43.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women on a powertrip</title><content type='html'>I work for a pretty large firm, and with that comes the office politics and bullshit.  Nobody ever means what they say and nobody ever says what they mean.  Simple procedures that should be taken care of immediately get blown out of proportion and making a mountain out of a molehill is the rule and never the exception.  I'll cite an example of this.  We have an intern in the Accounting department, and he helps with the billings and subscriptions for newspapers and periodicals for all the analysts.  Simple enough right? This kid is a hard worker, he's punctual, respectful, well mannered and always does his work.  With the amount of invoices they process in the Accounting department, i'm actually surprised that more errors don't happen.  The kid made a small mistake.  He was supposed to renew a subscription for Credit Week magazine up until August of 2007, he renewed it for March of 2007.  Now, this is not even a problem.  It could easily be resolved by calling the publication company and extending it to August.  A 10 second phone call would have fixed this.  Furthermore, it may not even be the kid's fault.  Some Analysts are notoriously lazy and sloppy, when they write their subscription requests, their handwriting is very hard to read sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case was, the issue was not a major one.  But unfortunately for the kid, the Managing Director in Accounting is a feminazi bitch with an axe to grind.  She e-mails him about the problem and tells him to fix it ASAP, but then she CC's her boss a copy of the letter.  There is absolutely no reason for that, other than the fact that she wants to get the kid in trouble.  Why would she need to CC a copy of the e-mail to her boss, more or less insinuating that he is a fuck up? She did not even give him a chance to respond or rectify the situation before becoming a tattletale.  I'm friends with a few people in the Accounting department, so I get the in's and out's of what is going on there and it is unfortunate that people like this woman can demolish everything you worked for in an instant.  The higher ups don't know anything about how hard he works, how he comes in early, stays late etc.  They only know what is reported to them by those under them, and all they know now is that he makes mistakes with subscriptions.  I've noticed that many women who have male subordinates often punish them whenever given the opportunity.  magnify this if she is a "single, strong, independent" woman.  They seem so damn pissed off all the time.  It makes the office a drag all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114618418361862255?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114618418361862255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114618418361862255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114618418361862255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114618418361862255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/women-on-powertrip.html' title='Women on a powertrip'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114579150045527869</id><published>2006-04-23T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:25:00.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frugal living trumps all</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need." Tyler Durden - Fight Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a cheapskate, but i'm definately frugal.  I don't spend money unless I have to spend it.  That's not to say I don't enjoy myself or buy things I want here and there, but the vast majority of my earnings I save.  I got into a discussion with a female coworker of mine about spending habits and like almost of all conversations with women these days, it was akin to talking to a brick wall.  They are totally unreceptive to logic and common sense.  She's always broke and lives paycheck to paycheck.  She has to be making at least $60K a year, yet she's always broke.  She buys a designer purse almost every week.  She once bought a purse that was $900, and seemed proud about it.  She recently got her tax returns and the first thing that came to her mind was what she was going to buy.  Why does money always have to be spent? It's almost as if saving is not an option.  Then again, I remember her saying that her hobby was shopping.  How the fuck can shopping be a hobby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are not capable of viewing the big picture, they can't think analytically, women only think of the present, not the future, which is why most of them are in debt.  They max out their credit cards, they think it's like monopoly money.  I was watching one of the talking heads on CNN yesterday and he said that credit cards are like foodstamps for the middleclass.  I agree.  I have 2 credit cards, and I think i've used them 3 times all year.  If I don't have cash on me, then I go to the ATM or I use my debit card, it's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an avid gamer, and i'm getting into home theater construction.  I remember my female coworker countering that there is no difference between me spending money on videogame systems, HDTV's and her spending it on clothing and purses.  For starters, I don't buy HDTV's or videogame consoles every Friday, nor do I buy a new PC weekly.  Maybe i'll add some more RAM, or down the line i'll buy a new videocard and that's it.  But again, how often is that done? Once a year? How often do new videogame consoles come out? Once every 5 or so years? I bought the xbox 360 in November last year, the previous console I bought was the first xbox, back in 2001!! How often does one buy a hi-def TV? That can hardly compare to buying a new outfit, designer shoes and other useless shit every payday.  Furthermore, I actually utilize what I buy.  I don't wear it once to a club, and banish it to the closet forever.  I'm also not broke.  I don't live paycheck to paycheck, I don't owe anyone 1 red cent and my credit is immaculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally disturbing is that many men are adopting female habits.  Perhaps it's the feminization of America and metrosexuals being hip that's creating the new wave of superficial primadonna pussies of manhood, who spend money on worthless designer duds, gaudy jewelry and other crap.  I think it speaks volumes about the kind of man that you are if you actually succumb to the shit Hollywood puts out and if you actually identify yourself as a metrosexual.  Any man with a decent head on his shoulders and a lick of common sense should know bullshit when he sees it, and $150 for a pair of jeans and crap like that is bullshit.  I'm normally not pessimistic, but I don't think you can save men like them.  Men like that cannot be salvaged.  If someone has to tell you that being frugal and smart with money is a good thing as a man, then you are long gone my friend.  If you are stupid enough to spend a small fortune on worthless outfits, then it says alot about your character or lackthereof.  Good riddance and have fun with the rest of the manginas in mangina land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114579150045527869?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114579150045527869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114579150045527869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114579150045527869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114579150045527869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/frugal-living-trumps-all.html' title='Frugal living trumps all'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114572428502284410</id><published>2006-04-22T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:44:45.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougars running wild in the gym</title><content type='html'>My friend and I have this new Saturday morning ritual, we go to the gym and squat until we can't take it anymore.  There is something about the squats that seperates the hardcore from the powderfluff.  We love our leg ritual and I look forward to it because he is bigger and stronger than I am and that in turn motivates me to work harder.  I train in a pretty hardcore type of establishment, a no nonsense gym, it's serious business.  However, it does attract oddballs every now and then.  Gay guys sometimes join the gym to work out, when in actuality they are just scoping the "merchandise".  One guy was recently kicked out for loitering in the locker room.  No one ever saw this guy work out, he just hung out in the locker room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from homosexuals on the prowl, another frequent oddball in the gym is the Cougar.  The Cougar is 40 something year old woman who thinks she still has it.  She thinks she's a prize.  She loves to be coy and flirt with guys.  She wears revealing clothing, often to her embarassment, showing mounds of decrepit, wrinkled flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my friend and I had a close encounter with a Cougar.  Cougars by nature are attention whores.  They crave attention from guys, preferable younger guys.  We were in between sets of squats when she came parading in front of us, all dolled up.  You can't be serious about working out if you wear make-up and perfume to the gym, on a Saturday morning.  She reeked of cheap perfume.  She walked by, glanced at us and smiles.  We remain stoic.  My friend begins his set, and no joke, this wretched old wench walks a few feet in front of the squat rack, bends over and starts to stretch, as in her fingers touching her tippy toes.  Mind you, the gym on Saturday is never crowded.  She could have stretched anywhere in the gym.  She could have done it on one of the numerous floor mats by the cardio equipment.  She could have done it where she was standing.  There was absolutely no justifiable reason to come and bend over and stretch directly in front of us.  Luckily it was his last set, so we moved on to leg extensions.  She also stopped stretching when we left the squat rack.  It was quite funny actually, and totally pathetic.  Was that supposed to turn us on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wrapping up our leg workout, we went to get some protein shakes at the counter, and she actually came up to chat with us a bit and started asking us for "tips" on toning her butt.  My friend actually took her seriously and was actually giving her solid advice about eating well and doing squats, deadlifts etc and you could just see her roll her eyes.  Truth was, she didn't really want "tips" she just wanted to talk and garner even more attention.  I like to mess with women mentally, so I gave her a backhanded compliment.  I told her that her butt looks great, and that it doesn't need anymore toning.  Yup, she was responsive to that, that's what she wanted to hear.  Then I added "I mean, your glutes are definately not bad for a woman your age, how old are you, 55, 60 maybe.  That can pass for a 50 year olds butt."  She got visibly upset and said she was 40.  I said, "Oh, sorry, i'm not good with guessing ages."  Conversation over.  Fuck off bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114572428502284410?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114572428502284410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114572428502284410' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114572428502284410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114572428502284410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/cougars-running-wild-in-gym.html' title='Cougars running wild in the gym'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114572195734638605</id><published>2006-04-22T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:05:57.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical American mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=Why-I-Moved"&gt;http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=Why-I-Moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of a woman showing her motherly love.  Watch and listen to the entire video.  This has been floating around the net for some time, but it's worth a view.  Listen to the hysterics of this woman, i'd be ashamed if this was my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114572195734638605?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114572195734638605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114572195734638605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114572195734638605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114572195734638605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/typical-american-mother.html' title='A typical American mother'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114566384238159465</id><published>2006-04-21T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:57:43.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet this won't win an Oscar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tiredblackman.com/"&gt;http://www.tiredblackman.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the trailer, I fully support this movie. Expect the "strong", "independent" black women to get all up in arms about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114566384238159465?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114566384238159465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114566384238159465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114566384238159465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114566384238159465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/bet-this-wont-win-oscar.html' title='Bet this won&apos;t win an Oscar'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114559983483410026</id><published>2006-04-21T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:19:10.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American women are inconsiderate</title><content type='html'>If you have the MGTOW philosophy, then by now, you should know that westernized women are very inconsiderate, they don't think about other people, they only think about themselves. We see it everyday from all fronts. Even their entertainment like Desperate Housewives promotes being inconsiderate, but I think it hurts more when you experience it first hand from a relative, then it really drives home the point that American women are shit. Case in point, my sister in Chicago. Up until last week, I was under the guise that we had a semblance of a decent relationship. I mean, we talked all the time and we had a normal brother/sister relationship, but she always, how do I say it, has the habit of never informing me about things that greatly affect me, and last week was the final straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to backtrack, she got married last year, in April to be exact. Her husband is a good man, but a total wimp and a pushover, but that's a tale for another blog entry. I arrive at the wedding, enjoy the ceremonies, watch them exchange rings, watch the poor sap give his life away etc. Then it was time for the reception, some guy comes barreling down telling me to hurry up and get upstairs to usher people in the reception hall and tell them where to sit. I looked at this clown like he had 2 heads and asked him why I would do that. He tells me that i'm the usher. I said he was mistaken, i'm the brides brother, not an usher. I came here to see my sister get married, not to work. He asks my name, and tells me to look at the invitation, and sure enough, yup I was an usher. I was livid. I asked my sister, and there she is with a stupid smirk on her face and she said "Oh, didn't I tell you? Oops, sorry?" Um, no you didn't tell me that you were giving me the lovely job of seating 500 people. I wanted to just leave, but out of respect for my parents, I did it. Oh, it was fucking lovely ushering people around, getting all sweaty and running errands like a damn bellboy at your own sisters wedding. Furthermore, why are people so damn stupid? You tell someone that they are at table 6, and they ask you which one is table 6. It's the one with the big fucking 6 on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even bother to ask me if I could do this for her. She just wanted to save money and just assigned me the task, assuming that I would do it. I did it for my parents, not her. By the way, she never thanked me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this was the past right, fine...she's still my sister, I got over it. She was visiting my parents for Easter, so I went to the Airport to pick her and her husband up. So I see someone that resembles my sister, but no, this person looks far too big to be her. Upon closer inspection, yes it was my sister and she's pregnant, 7 months pregnant to be exact. I mean, what the fuck? How the hell do you not tell someone you're pregnant? I can understand if she was 2 months pregnant, but 7 months? 7 months??? It's one thing if we had some kind of estranged relationship, or if she never talked to me etc, but we talk frequently, all the time. How in the hell does it not cross your mind to tell your brother that they are going to be an uncle or that you're pregnant. What bothered me most was that she told everyone else. Not just immediate family, but friends and acquantances. She called people in England to tell them.  Everyone knew, everyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked her when she planned on telling me she was pregnant. I mean, this is her first child, so I would think it would be eventful news. Me being an uncle is eventful news, or I would like to think it is, her actions tell me another story otherwise. She said she never got the chance and that she called me 5 days earlier, but I wasn't home. That was her explanation. She wanted to tell me 5 days prior, but I wasn't home. What about the rest of the 7 months prior to the week before easter? Especially since we spoke at least once a week? That was simply unacceptable. What if I didn't go to the airport or I was out of town, does it mean I would have never known until she gave birth. I mean, I didn't know shit for 7 months. This was a big blow to me emotionally simple because her actions tell me how much she cares about me and how important I am to her. If goddamn acquantances know before you do, that your own sister is having a baby, then something is clearly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is duly noted, but it's a sad state of affairs when your own sister acts like a goddamn jackass for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114559983483410026?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114559983483410026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114559983483410026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114559983483410026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114559983483410026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/american-women-are-inconsiderate.html' title='American women are inconsiderate'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114558128896388279</id><published>2006-04-20T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:02:57.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign women are idealized too damn much!!</title><content type='html'>We all know that American women are shit, so it doesn't take much for a real woman to outshine a nagging, American feminist troglodyte. That's easy, hell put a man in a skirt and he'll probably look better than half the fat cows out there that claim to be females. Nevertheless, i'm noticing a trend, a trend that has men putting Asian, Latin and Eastern Euro women on pedestals. Like their shit doesn't stink. Isn't this how we got into this mess in the first place? We put women before us and look where it got us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On numerous MRA sites, i've witnessed reasonably intelligent men act like giddy school girls because some Filipino skank he has never met said something sweet to him or is talking to him on yahoo instant messenger. Big woop. That in of itself is sad because many men are so starved for feminine companionship that the mere notion of a feminine woman responding to an e-mail is enough to make him lose all common sense. To all the guys falling in love with these girls, I hope you took a number and got in line, because you're probably the 50th guy she's told she loved that day. Stop acting like such pussies and think clearly. No one falls in love on a dating site with strangers. Especially over e-mails, yahoo or aol messengers. Do you ever think about how many other men contacted her or how many she is stringing along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dated a Filipina for some time and she told me that this is big business over there. Some of these girls, literally camp out in the internet cafe all day long responding to e-mails and chatting it up with American, European and Australian guys all day long. Many of them are also the bottom of the barrel in terms of women over there. Bargirls, prostititutes and other dregs of sciety looking for a sucker...errrr...husband to marry. Sooner or later, one guy will bite and that's when he will become the next victim of a foreign gold digger. I thought that's what we hated about Westernized women, the fact that they are gold digging bitches, so why are we importing them now? They is no shortage here if that's what you want. Many of the women on "dating sites" are gold diggers. They just want a western man. A tell tale sign is if her profile reads on preferences for a mate and she lists 20 to 80 yrs old. That's quite a large margin don't you think? She's willing to marry anyone from a guy barely done with puberty to a geriatric in his final days? If you want to meet quality foreign women, meet them in person. Go to their country. If that's not possible, go to cultural clubs, centers, musuems, restaurants, anything. Hire an escort if you need a woman that badly. We are supposed to be men going their own way, so start acting like it and stop acting like moronic pussies with these women you have never met in person before. At least when married losers jump through hurdles to please their nagging wife, the wife is usually there is person, some of you guys have never even met the person you're putting it all on the line for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign women are people like anyone else. I'll concede that on average, they are better than American women, but like everything, there is good and there is bad. Dating sites have the highest concentration of the bad. Use common sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114558128896388279?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114558128896388279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114558128896388279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114558128896388279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114558128896388279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/foreign-women-are-idealized-too-damn.html' title='Foreign women are idealized too damn much!!'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26622393.post-114557890793454408</id><published>2006-04-20T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:21:47.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello - Welcome to my blog!!</title><content type='html'>Well, well, if you are reading this, then a warm welcome to my blog.  I realize that the net has no shortage of blogs detailing the ills of feminism, and in my opinion that is a good thing.  The more anti-feminist blogs that pop-up, the better it is for the men of America (and just about any Westernized nation.)  It means the truth is spreading and more and more men are wising up.  Good, it's about time, but there still needs to be alot of work done, and if by sharing my day to day experiences with other like minded individuals will help spread the word, then so be it, i'll play my role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes this blog any different and why should you read it? Well, this blog is all about MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) but I feel as though that most of the bloggers and outspoken men for MRA are usually in their 40's and 50's and this is to be expected since they have experienced alot that life has to offer, so they can offer their insight.  I've learned alot from them and will continue to learn from them.  Wisdom comes with age and I won't make the same mistakes they made.  Nevertheless, I feel like there is a void.  Where is the voice for the younger generation? No matter what a 50 yr old has to say about MRA, the average 22 yr old will not be able to relate.  We haven't been taken to the cleaners in divorce court, we don't pay child support and alimony, and we don't have kids that hate us.  From that respect, we have learned from the mistakes of the older and wiser men in MRA, and I thank them for their guidance and candor, but it is always nice to have someone closer to your age bracket and someone who has more in common with you spreading the same message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I come in.  I'm a 25 yr old professional male doing the 9 to 5 corporate grind.  I work in the financial district in Manhattan.  Born and raised in NYC all my life.  From the beginning, I knew that there was something definately wrong with girls even back in High School, and that is when it all started.  You see, the problem was that I was a "nice guy" always have been. I was raised to treat and respect women, as I have 3 sisters and my mom was/is a saint, so from birth I had the "girls are made from sugar and spice" mentality. I was chivalrous to a fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems started in high school. I was always studious when it came to school work and I genuinely liked to read. My father is a Professor, so reading books was something that was encouraged from an early age. Apparently, it's a conflict of interest to be studious, like school, like to read and be black at the same time. The insults were non-stop, especially from black girls. I heard it all, uncle tom, uppitty negro, oreo etc. All for the simple fact that I actually came to school to learn and do work. I spoke like how a normal human being who speaks English is supposed to speak, and they said I was "talkin' white." One is not black unless you speak like an illiterate buffoon with a speech impediment. This really messed up my phsyche because I actually thought there was something wrong with me. For a few months, I tried to be their definition of "uber black". That was what the girls wanted clearly. It was pathetic, that wasn't me. I like to read Homer, not freestyle rap. In a sense, I had no identity. So, I took up football, I liked football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay on the high school football squad, you needed to maintain a 3.0 GPA. No problem for me at all, this was a breeze. In most places, being on the football team would get you accolades, not for me. It brought more ridicule. You see, most of the black guys got kicked off the team for having terrible grades, they couldn't maintain a 3.0 GPA, which in of itself was a joke because teachers did their best to "inflate" athletes grades. They simply did not give a damn about school and never even went to class, they cut class completely, which was odd to me because they woke up, got dressed and came to school, but would just stand outside, loitering and looking fly in their sweet clothes. Long story short, I was an uncle tom and house negro because I actually maintained my GPA and remained on the team. In an ironic way, flunking and being kicked off the team was seen as "black" by them and was a right of passage, I was not authentic because I was still on the team and got along with the white players. But the teasing was nothing major from guys, it was the girls. With black girls I was too white. With many white girls I was too nice. I've actually been dumped for being nice believe it or not. The notion of that is mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it all, I had my fair share of relationships in high school, some good, most bad. I wrote it off as just juvenile behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to college I went, I think I snapped my neck from looking at all the beautiful women on campus. However, with regards to the attitudes of the girls, nothing changed much. I remember a chemistry class I had 3 times a week, and it included a 4 hour lab to boot. I sat next to this pretty girl. We were friends, or so I thought. I helped her with her assignments, correction, I did her assignments. Seeing someone for an entire semester several times a week for hours would constitute at the very least an acquantance relationship. I'd see her in the street and she would not even acknowledge me, she'd just keep walking, like I didn't exist. The semester finally ended, I figured maybe I look different in class, different setting than the street perhaps. Until the next semester when I took calculus. Lo and behold, she's there. And she grabs a chair next to me and is chatting me up like i'm a long lost friend. Took me by surprise since she can't even bother to acknowledge me, but now i'm her best friend. I thought she was genuine, until she said, "I'm not really a math person you know....like, can you help me with the assignment?" I told her I wasn't a math person either. She never spoke to me or sat near me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you to death with all my ex-girlfriend problems in college, but I will talk about my most recent girlfriend, or rather ex-girlfriend. She's from the Phillipines, I met her at Barnes &amp; Nobles of all places, we struck up a conversation and exchanged numbers. She had to go back home to bury a relative, but we kept in contact the entire time. She came back tothe states to live with her uncle and his family and is a nursing student. The passion was instant and intense. We were peas in a pod, inseperable. This girl was awesome, but her attitude changed and out of the blue too, hit me like a ton of bricks. Apparantely, slicing off a mans penis is justified and hilarious. This was once a timid, shy, soft spoken girl, and a little over a year and half in the states, she's transformed into an "assertive" (i.e. bitch) girl who thinks John Wayne Bobbitt had it coming and that he deserves to have his penis cut off. I can't be with someone who thinks male genital mutilation is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of irony, I take the subway to work everyday and I often see many of the girls who used to insult me and never gave me the time of day back in high school. It's a sad site. These girls are no older than 25, pushing strollers, have 3 or 4 kids out of wedlock from 3 or 4 different guys. Kids don't look like siblings or share the same last name. It's totally hilarious to see them, obese, stretch marks all over their bodies, tacky clothing, uneducated, screaming kids and dead broke. To those same women, I am now a prize. The thugs and players they preferred are in jail or bailed on them and their bastard kids. Strange, they see me and they want to "catch up on old times" lol Amazing what a tailored suit and career can do ain't it? I guess that's not too white for them anymore. The sad part about it is that they often ask me if I have kids, and I tell them I don't, they look at me like i'm strange for not having several children out of wedlock already. Apparantely, i'm the exception to the rule for being a single black man with no kids. If I hear black women complain about there being no good black men available, i'm going to vomit. I've always been there, they just didn't want me. Now I have accomplished something, earn a fairly decent living, their eyes are lighting up and now they have time for me. I'm not a big rap fan, but I think Mike Jones said it best.... "back then they didn't want me, now i'm hot, they're all on me." It feels so good to now diss these heffers. Last week, one girl was and I quote in her words "In love with my Breitling Hercules watch" and wanted to go out with me. Wow, dating someone based on his watch, where do I sign up for such a classy dame like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are fucked up for the younger generation of men in America, and through my experiences, thoughts and ideas, I will express them on this blog.  I'll also look at it as mild therapy.  So come along for the ride and welcome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngbuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26622393-114557890793454408?l=nycbuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/feeds/114557890793454408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26622393&amp;postID=114557890793454408' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114557890793454408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26622393/posts/default/114557890793454408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbuck.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Hello - Welcome to my blog!!'/><author><name>Youngbuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02273283618085213789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
