Also, there's nothing worse than enthusiastic management people propagating their latest fad.
God, I hate those fuckers.
I was saying night to ege!
Also, yes I agree. Jesus.
Also yes re Loren: my views are partially informed by feelings of powerlessness over my life. A lot of things have just worked out the way they are.
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I'm sort of with ege in that I think a positive outlook, confidence, and sticktoitiveness are usually necessary to success. I just don't think they're sufficient.
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I'm open-minded! though in practice I don't actually meet many guys where I'd consider the possibility. The only cool gay nerds I know are on the internets.
Cool beans. I'll make out with chicks when I'm drunk, but I'm basically totally into guys.
I'm sort of with ege in that I think a positive outlook, confidence, and sticktoitiveness are usually necessary to success. I just don't think they're sufficient.
Necessary and sufficient conditions are giving me hellish flashbacks to philosophy. O god.
Also, I've been successful by most meters just by virtue of going to Stanford, but I don't really have a positive outlook, confidence, or sticktoitiveness. I mainly have academic parents with high expectations and enough money to pay my way.
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I'm open-minded! though in practice I don't actually meet many guys where I'd consider the possibility. The only cool gay nerds I know are on the internets.
Yes.
Although, I've made out with representatives from most of the major genders.
Also, I've been successful by most meters just by virtue of going to Stanford, but I don't really have a positive outlook, confidence, or sticktoitiveness. I mainly have academic parents with high expectations and enough money to pay my way.
I am both, I think, quite talented and extraordinarily lazy, both of which have had their impact on my life, but if I sit down and enumerate everything that's gotten me to this point random chance has to account for like a third of it. It's really epically arrogant of people to think that they're masters of their own fates and judge others accordingly: of course, if you root for them to get their comeuppance it just feeds that obnoxious paranoia.
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\The world is full of people who start with nothing and end up with everything.
The world is also full of people who do their best and fail.
Of course. Successful people typically have failed countless times before they finally got to where they are at. You think Edison discovered the light bulb on his first try? No, he tried a shitload of times before he figured it out. What about the founders of multinational corporations? Do you think they started making insane profits right away? No, they almost always started by making huge losses, to the point where everyone around them was trying to convince them to give up. But they didn't, and today we have Starbucks and Microsoft and Ford and FedEx.
If you try to be successful, chances are you'll fail a lot on the way.
But you aren't defeated until you accept defeat.
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It's really epically arrogant of people to think that they're masters of their own fates and judge others accordingly: of course, if you root for them to get their comeuppance it just feeds that obnoxious paranoia.
You're pretty much speaking truth here.
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Shouldn't you be in bed, ege? You have achieving to do!
So like, the kind of cowboys who go to unicorn rodeos.
You'd think unicorns would be a more masculinely accepted animal.
I mean, it's a HORSE, with a fuckin' HORN! That it can use to STAB PEOPLE! What part of that doesn't scream 'blood-lusting male ride of the pre-motor days'?
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You'd think unicorns would be a more masculinely accepted animal.
I mean, it's a HORSE, with a fuckin' HORN! That it can use to STAB PEOPLE! What part of that doesn't scream 'blood-lusting male ride of the pre-motor days'?
The seven year old girl who draws it in pastels in art class basically sucks the masculine right out. Because girls love ponies. Especially magical princess ponies.
So like, the kind of cowboys who go to unicorn rodeos.
Rasslin up some unicorns is pretty damn hot.
Also, ege, it's a reference to the phrase "pull yourself up by your bootstraps." Basically, you're reading like a Horatio Alger novel.
Horatio Alger novels almost invariably involved a hilarious amount of dumb luck. Alger could never write a coherent recipe for bootstrapping one's own success, so he always relied on some deus ex machina.
You'd think unicorns would be a more masculinely accepted animal.
I mean, it's a HORSE, with a fuckin' HORN! That it can use to STAB PEOPLE! What part of that doesn't scream 'blood-lusting male ride of the pre-motor days'?
The seven year old girl who draws it in pastels in art class basically sucks the masculine right out. Because girls love ponies. Especially magical princess ponies.
Accursed women, getting in the way of male fun.
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Horatio Alger novels almost invariably involved a hilarious amount of dumb luck. Alger could never write a coherent recipe for bootstrapping one's own success, so he always relied on some deus ex machina.
Probably because conditions for the poor when he was writing were so incredibly heinous. Not that it's rainbows and butterflies now.
The seven year old girl who draws it in pastels in art class basically sucks the masculine right out. Because girls love ponies. Especially magical princess ponies.
Reminds me of one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies:
"What is it with chicks and horses, anyways?"
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You'd think unicorns would be a more masculinely accepted animal.
I mean, it's a HORSE, with a fuckin' HORN! That it can use to STAB PEOPLE! What part of that doesn't scream 'blood-lusting male ride of the pre-motor days'?
Horatio Alger novels almost invariably involved a hilarious amount of dumb luck. Alger could never write a coherent recipe for bootstrapping one's own success, so he always relied on some deus ex machina.
Probably because conditions for the poor when he was writing were so incredibly heinous. Not that it's rainbows and butterflies now.
It's just funny that even the classic example of bootstrap-success is tainted by luck and the kindness of strangers.
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I was saying night to ege!
Also, yes I agree. Jesus.
Also yes re Loren: my views are partially informed by feelings of powerlessness over my life. A lot of things have just worked out the way they are.
Cool beans. I'll make out with chicks when I'm drunk, but I'm basically totally into guys.
Though the bisexual individual I was referring to is actually Aemilius. But that's a separate, very disturbing topic.
Necessary and sufficient conditions are giving me hellish flashbacks to philosophy. O god.
Also, I've been successful by most meters just by virtue of going to Stanford, but I don't really have a positive outlook, confidence, or sticktoitiveness. I mainly have academic parents with high expectations and enough money to pay my way.
COWGIRLS
Yes.
Although, I've made out with representatives from most of the major genders.
Cowgirls are hawt.
Oh, wait... Aemilius cowgirls... nevermind.
Exactly.
Jesus, what the hell are you people talking about?
I am both, I think, quite talented and extraordinarily lazy, both of which have had their impact on my life, but if I sit down and enumerate everything that's gotten me to this point random chance has to account for like a third of it. It's really epically arrogant of people to think that they're masters of their own fates and judge others accordingly: of course, if you root for them to get their comeuppance it just feeds that obnoxious paranoia.
Also, cowboys of the western sort are hella hot.
Of course. Successful people typically have failed countless times before they finally got to where they are at. You think Edison discovered the light bulb on his first try? No, he tried a shitload of times before he figured it out. What about the founders of multinational corporations? Do you think they started making insane profits right away? No, they almost always started by making huge losses, to the point where everyone around them was trying to convince them to give up. But they didn't, and today we have Starbucks and Microsoft and Ford and FedEx.
If you try to be successful, chances are you'll fail a lot on the way.
But you aren't defeated until you accept defeat.
The horror...the horror...
You're pretty much speaking truth here.
Cowboys are not hot, unless they are exceptionally un-cowboy-like..
why did I click that...
They have to talk and dress like cowboys, but have none of the same opinions. Then they're scorching.
It's like looking into a time warp! Me, seven days ago.
What?
You'd think unicorns would be a more masculinely accepted animal.
I mean, it's a HORSE, with a fuckin' HORN! That it can use to STAB PEOPLE! What part of that doesn't scream 'blood-lusting male ride of the pre-motor days'?
It's an old phrase: "pull oneself up by one's bootstraps."
Rasslin up some unicorns is pretty damn hot.
Also, ege, it's a reference to the phrase "pull yourself up by your bootstraps." Basically, you're reading like a Horatio Alger novel.
It's like staring into the abyss, and being forever changed.
The seven year old girl who draws it in pastels in art class basically sucks the masculine right out. Because girls love ponies. Especially magical princess ponies.
Horatio Alger novels almost invariably involved a hilarious amount of dumb luck. Alger could never write a coherent recipe for bootstrapping one's own success, so he always relied on some deus ex machina.
Accursed women, getting in the way of male fun.
Probably because conditions for the poor when he was writing were so incredibly heinous. Not that it's rainbows and butterflies now.
Reminds me of one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies:
"What is it with chicks and horses, anyways?"
Alternate answer:
Had that in my freshman dorm room.
It's just funny that even the classic example of bootstrap-success is tainted by luck and the kindness of strangers.
George of the Jungle.