Category Archives: Straight talk

The Social Dilemma

I always wondered why some people were so deep into their views, and felt that need to be outspoken.

“Chemtrails are a thing!”

“Don’t eat Chinese food, you’ll get COVID!”

..and then I watched The Social Dilemma.

After avoiding social media for the majority of my adult life, I felt comfort in validating my choice after watching this documentary. I suggest if you have a spare hour, then definitely watch it. It’ll be interesting. After working in Finance and also the Finance side of Technology companies, I knew very well the efforts that were taken to lets say “optimise” engagement of customers/users, so a lot of this came as no surprise.

However, before all that, my choice did not really come from a deeply researched standpoint, I just never saw the value in spending hours on Social Media daily. I also looked at the people around me who were inspirational or highly successful and none of them were social media addicts.

 

Every fad has a following, and its usually the lower tiers of society that flock to it like a herd of sheep. That’s not to say social media isn’t powerful and useful in some instances, of course it is. But being an addict who can’t function without knowing what your friends are doing at 5pm on Sunday, that doesn’t sound too appealing.

 

 

Obvious Explanation: Why sluts love having gay friends

Any guy with some experience with slaying slutty girls would know that they are usually friends with gay guys… and why you may ask, this should explain it all:

“I want you to meet my friend Brandon!”, said Lindsay

This was our third “date”. I had banged her on the 1st and second and she had a clit ring and
was a bartender. So yes, she was a slut. So no, I had no intention of meeting any of her friends, especially
not a male friend.

But I ask you this: Why did I immediately know her friend Brandon was gay? With zero doubt in my mind.

The answer is, of course, because she was a slut. And sluts love having gay friends.

Not only that, ONLY sluts love having gay friends. It’s time to put to bed the myth that girls
love gay guys. Normal girls with an intact emotion of disgust might vote for Sanders and pay lip service to gay rights but they DO NOT want to spend an appreciable time around gays. A normal girl will find the constant sass annoying and the gay stories disgusting.

So sluts love gays.

But…. why?

They can bond over how much they like dick. Lots of dick. Lots of risky dick, quickly.

Any person with a normal, non-perverted sexual orientation and habits would find taking a “hawt guy’s cock” ten minutes after you meet him in a club bathroom to worthy of a sneer and spurn, but a gay man will understand you, sweetheart.

The non-judgement is also why sluts are the most outspoken about other liberal causes: always egalitarian, socialist, uncompetitive, everyone’s equal type rainbows and unicorn bullshit. They understand that a society who judges by any type of rational standard will judge sluts harshly so they want to rid society of ALL JUDGEMENT.

YES! Sluts can get all the alpha cock they can eat but nobody will stick around. The beta guys will stick around, but there’s no excitement. So where is a girl to get her fill of alpha tingles after the hot club promoter won’t return her text messages?

From the gay guy who push/pulls, negs her, won’t take her seriously, but will still be kind, sensitive,  supportive and shop with her! The perfect man, besides the Hepatitis C!

So really, sluts might be friends with gays because NOBODY ELSE WILL HAVE THEM. Sluts and fags, a match made in heaven.

So really a girl who must turn to gays for attention is a girl who is being rejected by desirable men…and women.

 

Working Abroad

Back to discussing something actually related to The University of Melbourne for once.

I come across so many students or new graduates that are obsessed with making the move abroad. I get it, I did it myself as a good opportunity came up. But there’s always a few considerations that I’d recommend people to explore before jumping on the bandwagon.

  • Where does it fit in with your overall plan?

So going abroad to work is beneficial, it’s exciting, you work with different people from different cultures and you get exposure to so many new areas that you may not have gotten back in Australia.

Consider these:

Are you taking a big pay cut for this?

  • We all work for money, taking a pay cut for a year or two isn’t the worst thing if you’re enriching yourself through experiences and exposure, but longer term, if you have aspirations to buy property, invest, start a family one day, it might be worthwhile to remember there is an end point to all this.

Are you potentially hurting your prospects back home once you return?

  • Big one, Australia being a migration hot spot values local experience over overseas experience, since every Tom, Dinh and Habib has worked in random gigs in bottom tier shitholes before finding a better life in Australia, you don’t want to be classed alongside them once you’re back

Will you gain skills and experience that you’ll be able to market later or is this just an extended vacation?

  • Working in Silicon Valley, New York and Hong Kong is incredible, working in expat hot spots with similar like-minded folk that are at the tip of their industry is probably more likely to be a CV-boost or neutraliser, but working in Mexico City or some other random exotic place will definitely give you a lot of experiences and skills, but marketing them is another concern. If you’re just after having fun and partying, then maybe go to those exotic places on a sabbatical rather than take a trash gig and doing multiple years undoing the hard work you’ve done building yourself up in your own country.

 

  • What stage are of life are you in?

Basically, how old are you. If you’re 24, with a few years of experience under your belt, a couple of years doing a mundane gig in South East Asia whilst you slay puss, travel and party won’t do you too much harm, just re-build for a year or so once you’re back in Australia and then you’ll be OK.

However, if you’re in your 30’s and doing the same, with the level of commitments that you’ll have then in the prime of your working life it just doesn’t add up. The opportunity cost will be high and recovering from those types of career hits are a lot harder the deeper in you are.

  • What comes after?

Do you plan to come back and pick up where you left off? Change paths? Although even for me, the plans changed so much over the years, at least have a hazy end goal in mind so you have some direction.

It’s easy to fall into the trap of being so deep into the hedonistic pleasures experienced abroad that you just lose yourself, and then if/when the party ends, you’re washed up without much hope once you’re back.

I would say living overseas is and continues to be one of the best things that ever happened to me, it relaxed me from the poison of Melbourne and gave me perspectives that allowed me to mature and gain independence by leaving my comfort zone.

Definitely something I would recommend.

White Knighters

Was going through some emails this week and came across this one, from a herb from over in Perth, I had to hold back from laughing.

You fucking degenerate cunt, people like you make our gender as a whole a fucking joke. You state these bottom feeders views with no proof or evidence or real world situations which made you feel this way. You create this breeding ground for toxic masculinity that just doesn’t need to exist in this day and age. Your choice of words and phrases make you out like a troubled 15 year old who has been denied by the LoVE oF hIS lIfE. With your reasoning chicks shouldn’t try amount to anything instead just be submissive. You know they’re human beings right legit no fucking different to us. Also you have one fucking post relating to uni melb which is hilarious in its self

When an enraged male starts sprouting the word “Toxic Masculinity” you already know all hope within “him” is lost.

 

Visceral Feelings: Men & Women

Lauren is happy. Last night, her boyfriend Mark finally told her he loved her. She had been wanting that
ever since they started seeing each other four months ago. She had been having sex with him, and it had
been pleasurable for sure, but she was doing so hoping it would turn into something more: love.

Mark had been aloof and slow to give away his emotions. Lauren didn’t mind this, she even preferred it. It meant that she had to work for his love, and by the time he said it, she felt she had earned it
and that it really meant something to him.

Lauren set up an excited brunch with her friends Stina, Terri and Lisa. They hadn’t seen each other in four months, in fact none of them knew she was dating Mark. Right away, she starts telling them
the good news.
“Wow” said Stina, “I didn’t even know you were dating a new guy! That’s great.”
“Yeah”, said Terri, “what is the guy’s name?”
“Mark Smith”, said Lauren. A hush immediately fell over her support group as they began to give
each other awkward looks.

“Uhhhh, Lauren”, said Lisa, “Mark Smith has loved a lot of girls.”
“Yeah”, said Stina, “He told Jackie Valenti he loved her.”
“Okay” said Lauren, “But she probably fucked his brains out, right? Like, he was definitely getting
sex from her?”
Stina cringes. “No” she says, “They never even kissed. He went over to her place drunk one night
and professed his love for her. She never even let him in her bedroom.”

“Alright but that’s only one girl. That’s okay.” Said Lauren, getting nervous.
“Well there’s also Andrea Tedesco. He told her he loved her after two casual dates.” said Terri,
“She was bragging that she kept him around for a while, getting ‘good morning beautiful’ texts from him and other indications of love whenever she needed it, and she only stopped accepting his love when he started to want sex. He still writes on her facebook wall.”

Lauren felt a deep pit in her stomach.

Lisa continues: “Mark told Angelica Messina he loved her the first night he met her. She said he was REALLY into it, looking her right in the eyes when he said it, getting down on his knees in front of her
just to kiss her hand, and he even recited poetry for her. She gave him one of those awkward one arm hugs and that was it.”

He never did that freaky stuff with me, thought Lauren. If he does that stuff, then why did I just
get a plain old “I love you”?

Plus Angelica is the biggest cock tease in the city, thought Lauren. How could Mark fall for her
bullshit? What an idiot. Now she thought Mark was stupid as well as loose with his love.
Stina says, apologetically, “I don’t want to tell you this, but I heard Mark met a girl in a club and
dragged her into the bathroom to tell her she was beautiful, then he gave her twenty dollars. She never even touched him.”

“Okay, please stop” said Lauren. She was growing sicker by the second, her world crushed.
Later, she confronts Mark with her new knowledge. Did he really love all those girls without get-
ting sex from them? She demands to know.

“Well yeah but I didn’t really WANT sex from them”, Mark lies, possibly even to himself, “I wanted to give
them love, that’s all. I wasn’t ready for sex at that point in my life.”

“Uggggghhhhh” says Lauren, “Don’t you know that guys who give girls love and attention without
getting sex are LOSERS??? The girls getting the love and attention don’t actually respect them, they are
just using them!”

“No way, guys can want love without sex, too”, claims Mark.

“Well I heard you told Shirley Thompson from my building you loved her and I have to look at her
every day. Plus she’s really pretty, there’s no way she was going to fuck you! Why did you love her?” says
Lauren.

“Is that what this is about”, Mark says, “You are just insecure because I have more experience
with love than you. You think you can’t measure up to all the beautiful girls I’ve loved in the past.”
“Just how many girls did you tell you loved?” asks Lauren

“I don’t know, about 30” says Mark

This hits Lauren like a brick in the stomach. “30! That is insane, you are a loser!”

“Can’t you see that my past doesn’t matter, and you are giving me sex now and that’s all that
matters?” says Mark, “I love the sex we have and that’s something I didn’t get from the other girls.”

Mark can’t see why this only makes Lauren madder. Why should she be the one who has to pay by putting her valuable eggs at risk by taking his sperm in order to get the love and attention that the other
girls got so easily.

“Well if you give away love so easily, why did you make me wait?” says Lauren, “Was I not as good
as the other girls?”

“Well I saw the chance for sex with you and I didn’t want to mess that up by giving away love too
soon”, says Mark.

Lauren dumped Mark.
She had to.

Someone so loose with their emotions is not a good person to give sex to.
What if they have a son who turns out to be easily manipulated by a pretty face, like Mark?
What if a pretty girl in need bats her eyelashes at him and he gives her money that their family
needs?

What if she just wants a man’s love all to herself and that can’t happen with Mark?

Even beyond that, on a very visceral, base level that she couldn’t explain, she found Mark repulsive. It was as if she had been wired biologically to feel disgust and lack of attraction for guys who allow
themselves to get friend zoned. There was no way she could fuck him again.

Yup, it was as clear as day, thought Lauren. Guys who give away love easily are definitely not
worthy of sex.

A classic post from LaidNYC from all the way back in 2013, and I definitely stand by the principle of it today.

Loss of International Students

I was thinking the other day with the after effects of COVID-19 impacting the wider economy in Australia, how would the higher education sector react to the lingering impacts? How about the general vibe in Universities? Will that shift?

  • More English being heard at The University of Melbourne / Upper Swanston Street area

Well you might have been getting pretty fluent in understanding Chinese, Hindi or Cantonese over the past few years. But now, you’ll have to make your efforts in your own time rather than passing by students on a day to day basis

  • Student accommodation demands dropping

Oh these are always pretty full at the start of every semester, including all the apartments and shared rentals near Universities throughout the academic year. This year though, rents are staying stagnant or dropping or housing simply isn’t filling up. Pretty standard knock-on effect.

  • Businesses around student areas being impacted

Weather its Clayton, Burwood East, Hawthorn, Footscray, Carlton or Bundoora – these are all areas that have large university populations and so I would say those food joints and student hang out spots will be suffering this yer.

  • Drop off in migration

Yeah so nobody local really can say that they love migration. Every year the city gets more crowded, infrastructure struggles to keep up with increasing demands and the cost of living continues to outpace wage growth. But it keeps the economy “growing”, with the government forecasts always including hundreds of thousands in net migration every year to facilitate the growth in the economy, there will definitely be a couple of dull years coming up

This year’s budget had assumed a net 270,000 increase in migration for 2019-20 and just a small drop off the following year. An 85 per cent drop would take net migration down to 40,500, the lowest rate in decades.

It’s not all doom and gloom for some, house price growth will slump so the people that managed to keep their jobs and have saved up can benefit.

COVID-19 Lockdown

For the first time in a long time, I actually got to catch up on things I’ve been meaning to do but never got around to.

No travel for a while and spending an extended period of time in Australia is going to be a nice change.

The Misfit

It was February, I just got back from a 3 week vacation from the snow and settling back into the routine of life back in my adopted home city.

And then it happened, maybe due to boredom, maybe due to a desire to explore.

I met a skank with a unique haircut and dress sense, tatted up and fit, and a total misfit in this homogeneous society I was living in. I didn’t think much of it, initially brushing off her calls to catch up. But in the end I thought it would maybe be interesting.

I would never want to be seen with her in public but the exploration in private was intriguing.

A third cultured up-bringing over three countries, deviation of family expectations and simply ending up with in the wrong crowd at the wrong time left her in this state. But to me that didn’t really matter, her life was funded through previous generations and she simply lived it as she wanted.

The trysts were random, infrequent but intense and it was a nice get away from reality where perhaps I was sometimes overwhelmed with stress. The chill, casual nature of it was a perk as I’d bumped into her once at a shopping centre with the company of another companion and it wasn’t an awkward greeting at all. I guess when people can’t fathom the combination of two polar opposites it’s hard to really feel suspicious.

In the end, I had bigger issues to deal with and “forgot” to reply to too often for it to continue and I wasn’t one bit worried or fussed, but then the other day, I see her at an airport somewhere totally random and we exchange smiles and continue walking in our intended directions.

A state of transience

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When you have been exploring the world, building yourself up by acquiring new skills and putting yourself in new situations – you grow.

But for how long can you sustain that?

There’s a point where there will be a diminishing return for the amount of energy you expend. You continue going down that path, you get burnt out, jaded and bitter.

People come, people go, and the genuine desire to go through the motions and meet new people wane with time.

Weather you’re working in an expat hot spot like Hong Kong, or doing your own business in a remote island, are you really “settled”?

At the back of most foreign expatriates’ minds is a confession. The truth that they know that this period in their life, it will not be permanent. This “freedom” so to speak, is it really going to last?

I had this feeling a number of times in the last few years. Should I buy this? Should I commit to that? Will I even be here to experience these? Those were questions that would pop up in my mind when it came to more mid to long term decisions. That uncertainty was exciting but also sometimes a little limiting in some areas. I would avoid activities, tasks and commitments as I would feel as if they would tie me down in a location.

The questions kept resonating heavily with my feelings towards my most recent environment, slowly beginning to look forward to a new atmosphere and change. I kept looking back at the happy times that had heavily accumulated in my adopted home city. Naturally, I compared my feeling of the present moment to those I remember feeling in past photos, or reading past stories, the hindsight bias kicked in and I naturally felt as if the most fulfilling and satisfying periods were those I had left behind.

Whatever trickery I tried to convince myself otherwise, failed. Business circumstances, societal changes, they also did not help, factors outside of my control continued to fuel the desire to explore again, to just enjoy something new.

Was I just a hamster on a wheel? Was I just another millennial trying to get their rush of dopamine? Ultimately, despite wanting to believe otherwise, there’s some level of truth to both of those. I had grown myself professionally and personally a lot over the last few years. But I never once imagined integrating into the society I was living in, fully. I was always a foreigner.

So, it happened, something inside of me sparked a thirst for change. Like what happened years ago, happened again.

Sloppy Aussies

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Sloppy Aussies! They exist everywhere these days, just go on a trip and you’ll find one in due course.

If you’ve travelled through Europe or South East Asia, you’ll always come across the rubric of travellers from Australia that tend to stand out for negative reasons.

Weather its Thailand, Bali, London or Budapest, the loud, drunk Australian is a known travel icon. You talk to bar owners and local shop keepers and they complain about how repulsive and arrogant Australians are. Dropping stories of “that one time” when things got out of hand and cops had to be called. Sometimes you’re left with that awkward pause of just simply nodding and agreeing with them about how the behaviour abroad from Aussies aren’t necessarily very respectful of local norms and traditions.

When people ask you where you’re from, and you drop “Australia” as your response and get that visually unappealing reaction as a response you begin to wonder if it might just be a better idea to say you’re a Kiwi instead. Less people, lower risk, right?

This continues to extend onto the ease of slaying Aussie girls. If you’re chatting to a few local blokes about Australian girls, they’ll always drop how they banged one out in the last week or so. It’s great that those worn orifices are given out like tap water abroad. Sharing is caring, after all!

I was travelling through the middle east once, and talking to a few local guys over a meal and they loved how easily the girls from Australia spread, some of these guys had year long dry-spells relieved due to this phenomenon. I saw the humour in this, and they gave me this “fist bump” as a sign of acknowledgement.

Friends of mine living in London often tell me that they actively avoid Australian areas such as Clapham due to the negative reputation that Aussies have earned themselves over there. Some even avoid making friends with Australian-sounding accents to avoid bumping into any embarrassingly sloppy compatriots.