May 25

Robservations | Accidental Courtesy

I watched that doc on Daryl Davis over the weekend. It was interesting.

Like initially I was on some “fuck this coon-ass coon outchea cooning” or something like that but then after watching it a bit that attenuated, I recognized that, while flawed – that slick back, potbelly and blatant Uncle Ruckus vibe bugged me – he was doing what I do. He wasn’t seeing shit as binary. Like how can he hate white people for instance while being married to one?
He called out what he saw as bullshit and had patience. Seek first to understand. Dude had more patience than I when it comes to people wilin’. There was this one White guy from some super liberal group that essentially said you’ve done nothing, and they that Pastor Tom who was a racist cunt. They got under my skin, but not as much as those BLM kids. Davis, who claims to fame is music and reforming KKK members. How can you trivialize what that dude did when all you have to your credits in life is being an unemployed, college dropout and “poet”…em…conscious mumble rapper. Not to mention – these weren’t just regular hoods that Davis got off these KKK members they were like high ranking leaders. That accounts for something. Those fuckers were dumb asses – lots of misdirected energy. Like energy is fuel for change but they directed anger at Davis, who was doing his own thing. Like what has BLM done would have been my question if I were Davis but of course, those fuckers repping BLM didn’t allow the dude to talk. That’s a coward’s tactic – it perpetuates my issues when BLM and many feminists – specifically radical fuckers. If you don’t abide by what they believe then you’re horrible – they talk at you under the guise of dialogue. Fuck that. I ask the question – “where’s yours?” when JC Faulk, I think, called Davis disrespectful (these lads were a bad version of neo-Hotep – they hadn’t reached their final form) Their old-head was a piece of shit too – likely a former drug dealer or that now grew a conscience and wants to save his community – the old head threatens Davis as he leaves the interview. That was that typical old, soft spots in the dick, LaVar Ball style of threat too.
“I better not see you in Baltimore.”
My threats are more direct. Vague threats are for punks. Fuck outta here! It’s a reminder of who you ‘elect’ as your leaders. I say fuck all of it and I’m from Baltimore. I was at protests during the 2015 Uprising. Don’t get me wrong – I can see how Davis comes off – I was triggered, as previously mentioned, and fuck that white people are redeemable shit. I believe everyone can be redeemable and that everyone should have a say – you’re entitled to have an opinion and I’m entitled not to agree with it. While not an endorsement of anything or a commercial for the documentary – I’ll say overall the doc was interesting and worth checking out.
 Watch it and tell me what you think?
Also on Netflix
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December 8

The Man You Need, The Douche Bag You Deserve

Riddle me this:

Who has the dating qualities you are looking for but you’ll never consider dating? Give up? The same blokes you’ve or many women have described as lame, creepy or thirsty – when the dude is not. Honestly, there are guys out there that get the unjust, generalization as every douche bag or asshat that has come to a girl looking to “chill” under the guise of genuinely getting to know a girl. While women want to be snowflakes (everyone is different). Many guy are foul – no personality, no goals, tons of lies and other bullshit and women have their guard up.

Where’s the cautious optimism?

Some guy believe treating dames like free throws ( they’re easy and you gotta know ’em down). However, Every guy isn’t this way – some like making half-court circus shots (I prefer the bank shot – the good old bank shot). I’ve been treating like a common foul, dude even before a conversation. It makes me not interesting but the belief is ” you stopped talking to me because I’m not going to have sex with you” (not true, honestly it’s not), “No, I stopped talking to you because there’s nothing to gain from you and the fact that you marginalizaed me furthers that asessment.” Women are terrible for this – this guilt driven ” like me only, under my terms” thing. Tangent aside: some guys are social awkward based in conditioning – by that: these guys are being themselves and the reciprocation is negative conditioning (i.e. no dates, no interest, bad dates and the belief that they’re somehow not “good enough”.
The irony is, women, for the sake of this submission, online dating women, want a good guy that’s genuinely interested in cultivating a real connection. I welcome that. There’s nothing better, for this guy, Good Ol’ Rob Lee, than learning about new things, people and places ( clearly, I like new nouns?).

The Macho Madness

For me it’s a vetting process too (hold on, urgh – there’s levels to this shit? and a method to my Macho

Domino mask

madness). I believe in the “what makes you so great” approach and having the text exchanges ( not the “wyd” horseshit), the phone conversations and the (the ones’s where you forget what time it is because the conversation is engrossing) and actual dates ( no me spending a grip for a faked up, narcism session) gives me that. It should give anyone that.
Doesn’t that have to be both ways? I’ve been inundated with women who want me to like all of there “splendid” personality – their quirks and so on. That’s fine but don’t try so hard to be quirky. That appears to be mask-ish, less Nolan Bane and more Robin domino mask (your mouth is running with possible lies, propagranda but I rather be looking into your eyes for the truth – the eyes are the gateway to the soul). Simply put: some women I’ve met are so into themselves, their narrative ( the one that’s written by, starring, choreographed and with a special appearance from themselves) that the guy they claim to want ( charming, has something going for them, attractive maybe a bit aloof/socially awkward) doesn’t have a chance. For instance: I get loads of “check out my instagram and you’ll see my journey” ( REALLY, you have time for me between galavanting and evading the paparazo) when I’m engaged in a conversation. Firstly, if I’m conversing with you, it means I WANT TO TALK TO YOU – I don’t want a referral to you’re selfies. I’m genuinely be interested in what you’re about ( goals, interests aspirations) but don’t refer me to you getting “turnt up” or wearing glasses and holding a PS3 controller with the caption, “nerd girl gaming”. That’s you’re online persona and Piss off! On the converse, I have a blog, a podcast and other interests (never said there great or even worthwhile) but the response is “what do you record in your mom’s basement?” and my retort should be “no, I record in YOUR mom’s basement”. I don’t like the typical treatment. Or the why are you this way on you’re podcast – you seem so…ba-ba-ba-bu-ba (whatever)? I’ve been hit with it and I punt (move the fuck on) That’s what these blokes are relegated to – lip services and getting to know someone instead of making a connection. Is that the intent or is it a give and take in this information sharing scenario?

Every dude isn’t a douch bag

Every guy isn’t EVERY guy. There’s terrible men and women in the dating scene. I think men are more OK on the surface with their shit ( the lies, womanizing and being horrible) and also are more logical insofar as there’s good women who exist ( they’re not necessary looking for them – they’re looking for free throws) but women try and rationalize and eddify themselves (I’m a princess, diva and so on while that’s setting themselves up to encounter Joe Douchbag and they’ll view the, admittedly Social awkard guy, through a douchbag prism – “OMG, why are men so terrible?”. No, no, no you’re terrible too. Let’s be terrible together, since the perception is there’s no “good guys out there”. Your vetting process is for shit and that skews what you get. You hunt, what you can catch ( RIP Patrice O’Neal). If you’re type A personality – why would you go after B’s ( going after bitches…yeah….no!). Work on you’re vetting and you’ll, man or woman, find someone as awesome (narcissistic) as you instagram illustrates.

RL

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