I passed out early last night and slept rather late today. I guess it was more comforting to be in my own bed after a lazy day spent entirely in an automobile than it was sleeping on a couch after a series of painful days spent unpacking and arranging furniture. And yet, even after getting nine hours of sleep, I’m still tired.
I didn’t have time to mention this last week, but there was one night when a bunch of people gathered at Ilya’s to drink and hang out, and we spent some time in front of the television watching a show on VH-1 called “The Pick-Up Artist.” I don’t really know if this reality show has been hyped (because I cannot afford to maintain a television no matter how badly I crave it), but it’s got potential in the same way that “Joe Schmo 2” had potential back in 2004. Although this VH-1 program isn’t a parody of other reality programs, the sheer ridiculousness of it is equally astounding.
The premise is simple. There are a bunch of fellows who can’t approach women for whatever reason, and they are picked to live in a house and learn to master the art of seduction from an ass-clown in eyeliner who dresses like a dandy fop, and his two “wing men,” one of whom is is named “Matador,” and one of whom is clearly in denial about his flaming homosexuality.
What struck me while watching the program was that the techniques utilized by the pick-up artist and his wing men were identical to theories which have been espoused by my dear friend Ken, who in turn learned them from a guy named Dave DeAngelo (a member of the American Seduction Community, according to Wikipedia), who Ken spends the majority of his life quoting. There are also countless references to a book called The Game, which I can’t be bothered to read if it’s only going to teach me how to dress like a gender-confused psychopath and degrade women at every opportunity.
I implore you all to watch this show and keep me abreast (isn’t that funny — in a post about seduction I subconsciously use a word containing “breast”) about what is occurring, since I do not currently have the ability to watch television. I mean, if it’s good enough for The New York Times to write about it, surely it can’t be a complete waste of time.
Also, feel free to share your own seduction stories, or pick-up advice. The more degrading towards women, the better!
