Sometimes I really love the internet.
I am shocked, shocked that unadulterated douchiness like that would originate from the Marina.
According to the comment thread at the link, he's actually . . . Canadian.
Just sayin'.
I especially appreciate the inclusion of "Maybe you were abused as a child," which some here have not believed me is a true marker of douchebaggery. Actually, maybe she doesn't want you!
3: And according to further in the comment thread at the link, he has a website. There audio of him being interviewed, so you can confirm that they are one and the same.
Almost as funny as the message itself is the "PUA"s who show up to defend the dude in the comments thread.
5: But she gave him her card!! Obviously she was interested. And the only possible reason she might not have called him back after his first charming message is that, you know, she's crazy. In which case he doesn't want her, because he doesn't have time for those games.
6: I thought surely that site had to be a joke.
The site is crappy, and I am pretty gullible, so you may be right.
Tho' with the interview...
Hmm. I think I'll stick with authentic barring further revelation.
Unless, of course, the whole thing is fake.
Aha! Joke's on you, prudes: he's a "reality performance artist."
I wonder, if someone tased him someday, could that person claim to be a "performance artist"? It really is a one-size-fits-all excuse.
I wonder, if someone tased him someday, could that person claim to be a "performance artist"? It really is a one-size-fits-all excuse.
In a quite respectable book called Cezanne's Composition, the critic Erle Loran worked out some of the deeper formal structures of the master's paintings, and the book itself is illustrated with some helpful diagrams. One in particular has become notorious. It diagrams a painting of Cezanne's wife, itself a celebrated portrait. It is just what a diagram should be, with arrows, dotted lines, labeled areas; and it reveals just the variations in direction and proportion it was Loran's intention to make explicit. The notoriety of the diagram is due to the fact that some years after the book appeared, Roy Lichtenstein produced a canvas, entitled Portrait of Madame Cezanne (1963), differing in scale and substance from Loran's diagram, but so like it by criteria of optical indiscrimability as between, say, photographs of the two, that Loran brought charges of plagiarism and a minor controversy swept the art journals of the time. Now, of course, at that period Lichtenstein was "plagiarizing" from all over: a picture of a bathing beauty from an advertisement that still appears for a resort in the Catskills; various Picassos; and a number of things often so familiar that the charge of plagiarism is almost laughably irrelevant. The Campbell Soup can, to cite an artifact that has a prallel artistic correlate, is simply incapable of being plagiarized in the relevant way; an irrelevant way is that in which a soupmaker pastes Campbell labels on his product, exploiting familiarity and induction to save the expense of marketing his own mulligatawny under an unknown name. Moreover, Loran's book was so widely discussed in the artworld of the fifties that the possibility of plagiarism could hardly arise. The issues, however, are really not interestingly moral, but concern the serious philosophical difference between the diagram of an artwork and an artwork that consists in what looks like a diagram, and in at least these cases the point is pretty clear. Loran's diagram is about a specific painting and concerns the volumes and vectors of it. Lichtenstein's painting is about the way Cezanne painted his wife: it is about the wife, as seen by Cezanne. (Arthur Danto, The Transfiguration of the Commonplace, p 142)
[Lichtenstein's] in any case is a work of depth and wit, concerned with the way the world was perceived by the greatest painter of modern time. Loran's is not a work of art at all, but just, after all, the diagram of a painting. The issue of plagiarism is silly, inasmuch as the objects belong to disjoint categories, though both may be allowed to stand classification as vehicles of representation. (p 143)
I think the link in #10 might make it all even worse:
I've met this guy - he's called "Dimitri the Lover" - he's been doing this type of thing for at least 5 years now. He's a kind of 'reality performance artist' - he's made the conscious decision to be the biggest, absolute throbbing veined, over-the-top, larger than life, complete and utter misogynistic, creepy, asshole to women that he could possibly be. He goes out of his way to be everything that women purport to hate, and find unattractive in a potential mate; and consequently gets more pussy than anyone I ever met. All the smarter women that realize or are made aware of what he's doing play along with him when around women they don't like - playing him up as a 'sex god', He goes out clubbing and never pays for anything, fucks women in bathrooms, gets blow jobs in cabs and so on - and does it all while being the biggest fucking prick to women too stupid to realize what he's doing. He never lies about what he is, and gives them all sorts of opportunities to walk away, but for some strange reason loads of women are drawn to his particular brand of 'bad boy' image, and seem to get off on being treated like total shit. And he's actually not very attractive, he's just got the biggest set of cajoles on the planet.
"But! But! I'm a feminist!"
biggest set of cajoles
Any bigger and they would be coerces.
All the smarter assholish women that realize or are made aware of what he's doing play along with him when around women they don't like
Lichtenstein had the biggest set of cajoles ever.
I'm amused that Dmitri's fanboy thinks having sex in bathrooms is some sort of Amazing Sex God Stunt.
Question: which is more assholish: making phone calls like that knowing that they're abusive and assholish, or doing so out of genuine clueless insecurity and/or mental illness?
On review, clearly Stanley, in 12, thinks that the deliberate asshole approach is worse. Everyone else? Discuss.
The former, obviously. But the latter is more pathetic, and since everybody knows last guys finish last anyway...
You mean "nice guys."
I didn't phrase the question very well. What I should have said is, which is more assholish: really being an asshole, or pretending to be one on purpose?
17 - What do you mean? Of course it works.
19.1: Yeah, I guess "last guys" and "nice guys" are just totally interchangeable for me at this point.
19.2: If you're pretending to be an asshole on purpose, you're really an asshole. No difference.
The clueless and the assholes can't be identified, even when their behavior coïncides.
I think actually going to the trouble/expense of going to asshole school so you can learn how to treat women more disposably makes you a bigger asshole.
But putting an umlaut over the "i" in coincides makes you the biggest asshole of all.
But what if you're from the Asshole School of Hard Knocks, where the only tuition is your self-respect and the only textbook is The Game?
25 to 23, 24 of course being completely right.
21.2 is pretty much what I think. Or thought until 24.
"For goodness sake: She's on her fourth husband," Sheresky told the court. "Your honor, we're here because of the self-indulgent wrath of a woman scorned."
"What kind of a mother wants her husband flogged in public?" he said.
I swear to God, Stanley, we must have a psychic connection because after leaving the last thread about warm fuzzies I turn on the cable for my bedtime movie and what do I luck into but Neil Labute's Your Friends and Neigbours. It may not pack quite the same focused punch as In the Company of Men but the broadband misanthropy makes it one of my alltime favorites.
Maybe watched it as many times as Dogville, maybe more.
But sorry, I so so identify with the Catherine Keener character in that movie that for hours or even days I'm not fit company. Does anybody ever want to hear: "I love you, but just STFU please."
I didn't hit the link.
You know, there's a lot of loose talk about how this strategy lets you pick up women, or that strategy lets you pick up women. It's the twenty-first century, people. Haven't we moved beyond all that? What we need is to apply some science to the problem. We need to set up a double-blind testing protocol. We need to try out strategies in the field. Picking up women is an empirical subject, let's treat it like one.
Asshole employs diæresis in supreme asshole move
29:The Jason Patric character got the girl in YF&N. Nuff said.
Not that I want to be like that misogynist solipsistic SOB. I'll just embrace solitude. Sorry, Labute makes me mean.
Or perhaps "Young, Fine and Nubile", purveyors to the Crown of sundry services.
"Young, Fine and Nubile" sounds like a much better movie.
Anyway, I'm off to write a screenplay in which I get the girl by being a total asshole. I expect to be getting a blowjob in a cab within twenty minutes of completing the first draft. Will be back to report.
This discussion is making me want to rewrite Magnolia with Charlize Theron or some other cool actress in the Tom Cruise role.
Revised the plan in 35 on thinking of the possible effects of speed bumps. I'll have to buy mouth guards for prospective female passengers before proceeding. Will report further at a later date.
36: With the same dialogue intact?
There is no actress cooler than Tom Cruise. If he had played Catwoman instead of Halle Berry, it would have been a monster hit.
37.2: I was thinking yer basic gender switch, but actually yours is a better idea.
38: There is no actress cooler than Tom Cruise.
39: Camille Paglia would probably be up for it.
Ellen Page & Catherine Keener together ...has been floating around my cable for weeks but even I haven't been able to handle this tortureporn. The actresses are too good.
43: Sorry, couldn't resist. I was really thinking more Gina Gershon.
40: That clip was creepier than anything Apo ever linked to. And it kind of made me cry. No wonder I've never seen that movie.
45: I'm sort of watching it in bits and pieces. It's good, but tough going.
I saw Lilya 4ever recently, speaking of "good but tough going." Damn good, actually.
49: Oh well in that case, would you like a blow job?
I knew that shit worked. I knew it.
50: Still working on the mouth guards. Raincheck?
Too polite, I've lost interest again. Sorry.
53: No worries, you were probably abused as a child.
By pedophiles I met online, oddly enough, yes.
You know, it does sometimes occur to me that Ellen Page must attract a lot of vaguely pedophilic fanboys. Except for me, of course.
|| Since Ogged isn't around to gloat and say "I told you so", I feel free to mention that this going-to-the-Y thing seems to be doing awesome things for my biceps, at least. Now if only my triceps and the rest of my body would get in line, dammit.
(And they didn't have "online" when you were a child, nice try.)
56: Right, you're completely pedophilic.
There's no way to tell you to check your email without completely undermining my role in the banter here, is there?
58: Usenet! I was seduced on usenet!
Okay, that's highly unlikely, isn't it.
59.2: No there isn't. But the answer to your question is obviously, in some sense, yes.
I was seduced on usenet!
Great T-shirt slogan right there.
I knew it. I'm going to tell everyone.
63 to 61. I'm not going to tell everyone about my great tshirt slogan because they'll steal it.
63: I'm cool with that. The caveat is that I am also, in some sense, Billy Bob Thornton, Jamie Foxx, Ving Rhames, and Count Dante of the Black Dragon Fighting Society.
Billy Bob? You have a weird fantasy life.
Can we try to stay on topic? Please? I have a hot date tomorrow night, and I want to know if "Maybe your mother has cancer, you're going to chemo" is as effective of a pickup line as I've heard.
Just the facts, ma'am. I don't have the luxury of choosing my soul brothers.
67: I used that line on our cute waitress at Broken City the other day, and she would have totally had sex with me in the bathroom but it was the end of her shift and I had friends waiting downstairs, so, you know. Yeah, totally effective. Use it!
How do I know you're not lying to me? Members of the Black Dragon Fighting Society are well known for their exceptional cockblocking skills.
You take a chance either way, Walt. I leave it to you.
67: It's not nearly as effective as "this is your last chance" or "call me when you work up the courage." That last one, especially: HOTTT.
Hotter yet, "there is nothing wrong with me." I've used that one to great effect on a weekly basis.
You have to be careful about tone of voice with that one, though. Whereas "call me when you work up the courage" can really only be said the one way.
It's true that one is for journeymen, the other for masters. I give props to Dmitri's effortless deployment of both.
But what I want to know is whether in fact the girl may have had some other attachment that she neglected to tell him the full details of when she gave him her number, whether she was not in fact just leading him on. That possibility changes everything, doesn't it, haters. Men don't become (or play at being) assholes in a vacuum you know.
assholes in a vacuum
That would require some really elegant sphincter control.
I think that the "performance artist" part is a shuck. It's a convenient, usable persona for him in that harsh environment. He probably started out just a natural asshole and then realized that he could extend his career and gain accomplices by splashing on some artsiness and irony, which furthermore allows everyone else to put a more favorable spin on their own creepiness.
78: He probably started out just a natural asshole and then realized that he could extend his career and gain accomplices by splashing on some artsiness and irony, which furthermore allows everyone else to put a more favorable spin on their own creepiness.
Persons to whom I suspect the above applies or applied:
Quentin Tarantino
Kevin Smith
Charles Bukowski
William F. Buckley
Many, many rockstars
Buckley seems to me a fairly straightforward version of the creepy but elegant conservative born to money. Lots of them in Britain, like the new Mayor of London; in the US he was a bit of a novelty. He adapted it slightly for TV, but enlightened conservatives creep with the times.
Tarantino, absolutely. I really hated Pulp Fiction, and the Tarantino interviews / stories / quotations reinforce the hatred.
Also, Camille Paglia. And many, many conservative pundits.
I think that the "performance artist" part is a shuck.
I think Dmitri is a non-performance artist.
According to Moe at Jezebel, Dmitri (aka James Sears) has a long history of sexual assault, weapons stockpiling, and psychiatric evaluations. With a resume like that, it's a wonder he hasn't become the next David Frum.
80: Tarantino, absolutely
Actually I rather like most of Tarantino's work, but it does not keep me from invountarily imagining myself punching/assaulting him if I ever were to meet him. I can imagine that he probably likes eliciting that response in people.
More on Dimitri, a.k.a. James Sears from Jezebel. His website takes a couple of minutes to load.
His next "Toronto Real Men" meeting is on July 9th, BTW. Stop by!
Buckley seems to me a fairly straightforward version of the creepy but elegant conservative born to money. Lots of them in Britain, like the new Mayor of London
Another datapoint about Minnesota: there, looking like Boris Johnson counts as being "elegant".
79: I love Tarantino and a like Bukowski, too. Could it be that "turning your natural assholishness into art" is something that some people succeed at?
Of course, a big difference is that Tarantino and Bukowski actually produce works of art that are separate from their personas (albeit extensions of them). With Dimitri & Paglia, there is nothing to the art but the asshole.
Buckley is a harder case. On the surface, you could say that there is no art but the asshole himself. On the other hand, perhaps the last 50 years of modern conservatism counts as his "art"
Elegance. Also, he can really trash a restaurant.
With Dimitri & Paglia, there is nothing to the art but the asshole.
The medium is the message!
what interests me more is people who are regarded as psychotic assholes by their peers, and yet it isn't part of their public image at all. Those people are even scarier. Like, well, it depends on which showbiz blogs you frequent.
that Boris guy looks like Craig Ferguson. who has reintroduced suaveness and elegance to the world of US talk shows, so bereft of it since the death of Tom Snyder.
Could it be that "turning your natural assholishness into art" is something that some people succeed at?
Art is like the composted form of assholishness. But if you add too much douchiness, it won't compost properly, and you get disasters like Dimitri.
91: You know, it's totally unfair to Tom Snyder, who was a good guy, but it is of him -- in his full 70s glory -- I think when I hear line about the "suede denim secret police" in "California uber Alles."
With Dimitri & Paglia
The medium is the massage ...
89: my dear fellow, everyone dresses like that at Brunel. Frankly we were rather disappointed that he decided not to wear tabard and hose.
Just listened to the message now. Wow. He sounds like Emo Phillips with a steroid-deepened voice.
Did someone post this link about his history of assault?
But the message made me feel good. It said elegant women are very rare. I'm very elegant and I liked finding out that I'm very rare as well.
