DimaTheRussian

This is a misogynists dream show.Me and my wife get immense satisfaction out of everything about this revealing look at human nature.

I asked myself why is it every reality TV show forum on this site full of wild speculation,gossip and general cattiness.......Then I realized I don't hangout with women enough.

Anyone doing a reality TV show has a personality disorder in all probability so I don't understand thew specific hate for Ryan,these people are all absolute nutters.

The Physics of Wall Street by James Owen Weatherall is a intellectual history of mathematical innovation in finance.I come at this review as a person in the financial world and a former mathematics guy,so I'm a bit biased to the subject. The good: the author has some excellent historical material on Bachelier, MFM Osborne and Ed Thorp, who are (mostly) unrecognized giants in the field. I learned a few things, and think the author had some real insights into the contributions made by these men. Frankly, I'd have bought the book for the Thorp and Osborne anecdotes. Someone really needs to do an authorized biography of Thorp, and one of Osborne would be pretty neat as well. Some of the material on Mandelbrot and the prediction company guys was also amusing, though I have always considered these folks overrated. This book is extremely well written, and despite the problems I had with it, I found myself enjoying the reading. The bad: The subjects of this book are not all people a working practitioner of finance would have chosen. Most of subjects of the book are *known.* Many practitioners of finance (and mathematics) are only famous because they like publicity and talking to journalists, or because there is somehow a popular book associated with them. I mentioned Mandelbrot and the prediction company guys above: these are accomplished, interesting and talented men. Do they belong in the same league as Ed Thorp or MFM Osborne? I think they'd agree the answer to this question is "no." I've read most of the popular books the author used as raw source material, so most of this book wasn't new. He did reach out to some of the protagonists, and managed to dig up a few things I wasn't familiar with, but the meat of this book exists in several other books out there. Not that there is anything wrong with that; it summarizes about a dozen other books, and does so with considerable style. But if you already know about this sort of thing, you're only getting a few new Thorp and Osborne stories. I'm not sure I agree with the author's prescription at the end of the book, but new ideas are presently urgently needed, so I'll make supportive noises at all new ideas whether I agree with them or not. For a popular book on this subject, a subject which is the source of much hysteria and popular caterwauling, it isn't half bad. I'd suggest it to the layperson, and short it for the informed practitioner.

His raw masculine energy is fine,his immaturity isn't a big deal either silly childish jokes can be fun.Its that he communicates too much when hes upset,no woman likes to hear a man complain about perceived slights.I agree about him working on himself,looking for sympathy is a fools errand in a relationship.Its a man's job to listen to his wife's nattering and complaints about that girl in accounting not the other way around,especially when its about something his own wife said. Really its all his fault,he brings all this on himself with his inability to be indifferent to a slight or disappointment from Jess.Look everyone will disappoint or annoy their partner,a good husband will not take it too personally and not care if his wife does.Just acknowledge she feels that way but if shes being childish don't let her steamroll you with unjustified silliness,calling someone out for being unreasonable isn't done by being unreasonable yourself. Such is the life of the married man.

There's a reason he got sex quickly while the other losers didn't,Ryan D's main problem isn't that he's a a-hole sometimes she's turned on by that.Its that he doesn't know how to control his anger,I'm a a-hole to my wife when shes being rude and unreasonable but a woman loses respect for a man who can't control his emotions.Basically Ryan D cares too much about Jess's view of something he does,his insecurity makes him lash out.I just laugh at my wife when she tries to make a comment to get under my skin. He may be trying to emulate his grandpa with the playful teasing and dominating personality,but the main difference between him and his grandpa is that he has zero self confidence in himself in a relationship.This is why all the women who watch this show including my wife hate him,its not that hes being dominating in the relationship or his teasing its that hes a fraud while doing it.He doesn't believe in himself as a man why should any woman believe in him either.He had no real biological father so I have no idea if they have counselling on how to be a real man instead of a counterfeit one,but if there is counselling for such things he needs to go once a week.

The Book of Man Readings on the Path to Manhood By William Bennett is what you get when a bomb goes off in a library of great books leavened with Readers Digests. I have a great deal of sympathy for what William Bennett is attempting to accomplish with this book. Modern young American men are a pack of chicken hearted wretches, chemically castrated by soy products, drugs foisted on them by psychological quacks, and feminist harridans. If you left it up to me, I'd feed the lot of them to the wood chipper and invite some healthy-minded Australians to colonize the North American wastelands. Seems more merciful than trying to breed a generation of actual men in modern America with the legal and social system as it presently is; imagine all the problems that would cause! I'm not really sure who this book is written for. The best I can come up with is some kind of cub scout leader or wrestling coach, looking for stories to inspire the team. Some of 'em are pretty good. Some are true classics. Some are worthless. Some are ... ridiculously short. I was pretty excited that the great Bill Bennett saw fit to quote from the Havamal ... unfortunately, it was only a couple of out of context lines (use the Anglo Saxon poem, "Wanderer" next time you want something like that, Bill). Most of the passages are what I would characterize as "too short" -they convey little, when taken at face value, without the background story. The ones which are long seem to mostly be Readers Digest type sentimental swill about nonentities who deserve their obscurity. Some of it is sermonizing sanctimony that is about as likely to appeal to a spirited boy as wearing a dress. Some are really good stories (Cincinnatus!), but edited down to incomprehensibility. If I were a kid reading this, well, I wouldn't be real excited about manhood. I'd be confused, and maybe considering Gloria Steinem a better male role model than whatever Bill Bennett is prating about. She's more focused anyway. All in all, it's a fairly large, confused amalgamation of short anecdotes vaguely relating to the male gender. I think a kid is going to learn more about manhood from reading some Edgar Rice Burroughs stories or watching cowboy movies than he's going to get out of this 500 page collection. I mean, if it made a kid go to the library and read more about Cincinnatus or Lincoln's career as a wrestler, it would have served a good purpose, but I can't see how it would do that. Maybe he made the passages extra short to appeal to modern numskulls who have 160 character long attention spans. I'm sorry: if we've reached that point, there is no hope for humanity. Call out the wood chippers!

Home Game An Accidental Guide to Fatherhood by Michael Lewis,a story of the emasculation of the American male. I used to see this big-boned, fair-haired fella walking a ridiculous fluffy dog on my block. He stood out, because unlike most Berkeley geldings, he was obviously embarrassed to be walking this humiliatingly unmanly dog. Most Berkeley males are "secure enough in their masculinity" (since they were never afflicted with any) to not look so embarrassed doing such a thing, so he really made an impression. When a man is asked to do a humiliating task like this, if he acquiesces often enough, he starts looking like one of those prisoners of the Taliban you see in the news. The prisoner has known freedom but his fortunes have taken a turn for the worse, his spirit is broken and he knows he is ultimately doomed to a grisly and ignominious end. After reading this book, I'm pretty sure the soul sick guy with the dumb dog was Michael Lewis. This book is a chronicle of his humiliation. The sad thing about it, is Michael Lewis is intelligent enough to realize, on some level, something bad is going on. He speculates that we may be in some uncomfortable middle-place between traditional male roles and a glorious future way of fatherhood. He is wrong. He has let himself become victim of one of the worst examples of cultural decay on Earth. He has acceded to the irrational demands of a woman enslaved to her whims, and those of the febrile Berzerkeley nincompoops around her. Had Lewis married a woman with more sensible beliefs; perhaps a Mormon or a Kentucky snake-handler, he would not have had any material for a book like this. I'm sure the idea that being married to some bumpkin from cow country might be a better plan than Flower Princess will cause smug chuckling over chardonnay among the enlightened elders of Berkeley. They will probably guffaw something vaguely eugenic about the very idea of the children of Michael Lewis being raised by a woman of a type they consider lower than savages with bones in their noses. The fact of the matter is, the Mormon will have less loopy beliefs about how the world works, a similar capacity for rational thought, and she is a lot less likely to be an emasculating witch. While the latter point has obvious implications for Lewis' quality of life, it has larger implications in how his children grow up. His children are being taught that he is not a man worthy of respect. Since daddy is nothing but a clownish figure of fun in their minds, they are very likely to grow up into horrible people. What is worse? Absent father, or father absent the respect traditionally accorded to pater familias? Their trajectory in life can be predicted with near ballistic precision, and it's not any place any sane parents would want their children to be. Children need structure and discipline in their lives. This is what fathers are for. Absent structured lives and respect for their father, they will take their revenge on their parents and the world around them. Everyone knows this: Aristotle wrote about it 2400 years ago at the dawn of Western Civilization. Everyone knows this, it seems, but famous people who live in Berkeley. Lewis is a great writer, and a keen observer, hence my going relatively soft on him. I can only hope that other men treat his book as a cautionary tale rather than some kind of map of the future of fatherhood. Perhaps as he suggests, this memoir has value as a a document of the insanity of the upper middle class of our era; something like a 21st century Satyricon involving family life. I wish him and his family well, and hope that it all works out for the best, if only because I don't need his kids stealing my car or torturing my pets in a few years. If I could be so bold as to offer some advice to Mr. Lewis: buy some cigars, a pit bull (an unfortunate accident can be arranged for the fluffy dog), lay in a supply of testosterone patches and some really scary looking guns, and go hang around with some manly men. Maybe the East Bay Rats MC or the Richmond Rod and Gun Club, or go find some of the options traders still moping around the Pacific Stock Exchange. Mrs. Lewis/Soren/HerGoovyness will profess to hate it at first, but secretly, her respect for you will grow, as she will know that her husband, rather than being a bumbling, frilled Berkeley lily like all the rest, is actually a man.I am thankful I left Berkeley after a year of postgraduate studies,truly America's gulag.

Thank you my dear,I shall endeavor to write more.

I will join you in this conspiracy theory and ditch the fat joke.

Trying to have enough frame for everyone.

These type of people are delusional and think there is this mysterious love of there life out in the world.I have family in Russia and there are whole schools basically teaching women how to scam these slow westerners.In Tunisia its the same thing but with fat middle aged desperate midwestern white women.

Three Wishes,a book about the strange reproductive habits of east coast lady journalists and here is my review of it. Various species of parasitoid wasp lay their eggs in paralyzed victims; a horrific and disgusting method of reproduction. The mating habits of the female east coast journalist (species name: scriptor oriens femina?) require a similarly strong stomach to bear with eyes wide open; New York Times reporters being considerably lower on the food chain than most species of parasitic wasp. Fortified by my scientific training, several high quality tweed suits, a monocle to peer over disapprovingly, an ample supply of powerful narcotics, and with the assistance of this book I'm able to study the habits of this exotic creature, like a modern day Stephen Maturin. The basic mating strategy seems to consist in going to lots of worthless classes, espousing monstrous political tropes guaranteed to frighten away any males with functioning gonads, "dating" many inappropriate men, waiting until the very last minute, purchasing Harvard educated sperm, telling everyone about it, then browbeating the first male desperate enough to cock his eyebrow at the idea into knocking her up the old fashioned way. Using a diaphragm shaped like a funnel also seems to help. Of course, rather than noticing the pedestrian sociology of this dynamic process, supernatural powers of fertility are attributed to the vials of Harvard educated sperm. Personally, I think they're too clever by half to actually believe this, and the supernatural sperm theory is just trotted out to blind the credulous to the fact that they mostly did it the old fashioned way: they egregiously lowered their absurdly unrealistic standards. The book is written by the three women in individual overlapping sections, documenting what they did, and how they did it in what is more or less chronological order. The parts that aren't horrifying are generally tedious pregnancy tales (which I assume are like war stories are to men, though maybe they're just boring). The cast of characters: Carey started the whole lady odyssey, and seems to be the alpha female of the bunch, both for being oldest, and the most demonstrably fertile, with two larvae completely spawned. Her husband is by far the creepiest of the three, and her ... "you'll do" attitude towards him the most mercenary (to be fair; he was much the same way). Beth is the best writer of the three, though as an admitted divorce tick, former new age huckster and harlot, the least sympathetic. She blames her husband for the divorce which spawned her, um, "journey" but ... based on her habits of taking up with the proverbial pool boy on the rebound, I'm not convinced this is entirely true. Her eventual husband, while a crashing bore is the most likely to have been a fun guy to drink beer with before his soul was surgically extracted. He's also the most likely to punch me in the mouth for writing this review, which is a not unrelated fact. Pam is the most sympathetic of the lot, being one of those "eternal ingenue" types. She she got her husband the closest thing to the old fashioned way: by stealing someone else's. I found her the least readable of the three; I kept picturing her bouncing on the knee of an affable uncle and playing with frilly dollies when her dialog was in play. Her husband seemed like an OK guy, I guess, if a bit of a layabout. While I think this book is badly written, dripping with galloping narcissism, status anxiety, plenty of early 21st century political madness and an utter lack of anything resembling introspection, I have to give them credit for at least having a modicum of understanding as to how the biology of female fertility works. Reproduction is inherently amoral, and even though the lot of them are horrible people, I confess some admiration for their single minded devotion to passing on their genes ... and their shameless ability to brag about it afterwords. I'd imagine a sea shad would tell a similar story of their swim upstream. I give this book two thumbs up for naturalistic interest; any man dating a professional woman over the age of 35 should read it and understand that a lot of soulless harpies think this way. I'd also give this book to anyone who was ever contemplating donating sperm; passing fancy I once had, but gave up on once I realized my relations would be raised by monsters.

I usually run at least for thirty minutes in the morning before work and then on the weekend go to the gym for at least one sparring session.Outside of that I do pull ups,push ups and sit ups once in the morning and at night.

I may be the only gambling degenerate on this forum but if you want a more accurate picture of a game follow the betting markets and point differentials.These pundits are blathering morons that literally drain the souls of their viewers.