See the tall, gregarious young man in the Eighteenth Street Lounge, moving easily toward a group of receptive women as the floor vibrates with reggae music? He’s dressed in a sharp Hugo Boss suit, and he knows that the minimum for a table is $240.
But he’s not offering to buy the drinks. And the suit? He bought it a year ago, when he had a six-figure salary.
Dating in the time of the pink slip means feeling the squeeze of the drastically reduced paycheck, the sudden sting of the layoff. From investment bankers to real estate developers to construction workers, no job means no buying rounds of $15 martinis for a pretty woman and her girlfriends. No hosting parties in the bachelor loft. And often, no idea how to present one’s new self on the dating market.
“It’s been incredibly stressful for me,” said Neil Welsh, 27, the guy in the suit, who until last year was marketing director for a booming real estate company. “I was so used to using my financial situation to leverage my dating.”
For many affected by the recession, dating is the least of their worries. But the market crash has had a particular impact on young adults who developed their dating skills in fat times, the twentysomethings who spent lavishly to show that they could afford the finer things. Now, with national unemployment rates at 8.8 percent for people 25 to 34, they are looking for more creative ways to attract partners — and reassessing what all that big spending really meant.
Come on “player”. Step up your Game to Brioni, or go Custom Savile Row, like your humble Author.
I have said it before and I will say it again: “Game first, Money second”.
Younger aspiring Playboys, who didn’t hone their Game in the 90’s are having a rough go of it. (All the better for battle hardened International Playboys like your humble Author).
Short them.
“looking for more creative ways to attract partners”?
Try Game.
Or Read The G Manifesto.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Clothing designer Christian Audigier is being sued by tattoo artist Don Ed Hardy for allegedly distributing Hardy’s trademarked clothing line without permission.
Hardy filed a lawsuit Monday in Los Angeles County Superior Court, seeking $100 million in damages from Audigier’s company Nervous Tattoo and several other defendants.
Hardy claims he and Audigier signed a contract in September 2005 that allowed Audigier to promote and distribute Hardy’s work as part of a clothing line.
The lawsuit claims Hardy terminated the contract in August after discovering Audigier did not fully pay royalties to Hardy and underreported the sales and income from the clothing line. Hardy also claims Audigier launched a competing product—the Christian Audigier clothing line—using Hardy’s trademarks without permission.
This is the best thing I have seen all day (except maybe the Polish Model Girl that was in my Egyptian Cotton Sheets this morning), and I don’t wish lawsuit problems on anyone.
It’s no secret that I have complete disdain for Christian Audigier Clothing and Ed Hardy Clothing. I guess I just come from a world where guys aren’t supposed to wear Glitter on their shirts. (And a world where Girls are the ones who wear “designer Jeans”, but that’s neither Triple Beam nor Ecstasy Dream).
But even more than the clothing, I really hate the “Christian Audigier Type Guy” and the “Ed Hardy Type Guy” and I have waged a personal war on their destruction (which I am winning), like “Shinny Shirt Guy”, “Surf-Cowboy Shirt Guy” and “Striped Shirt Guy” before him.
After a little research, I found out that Christian Audigier is French.
Which makes no sense.
I thought that stupid Americans were supposed to hate everything French?
Well, I love everything French: Beautiful Topless Girls on La Côte Basque and the Med in Summer, Complex Bordeaux’s, Parisian Nightlife, Foie Gras three ways, and Hossegor Pipes in my early 20’s.
But I hate Christian Audigier. (And Ed Hardy.)
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
TV is crap these days. Actually, it has always been crap, but that’s neither bricks of Hashish or slabs of Blowfish.
I really can only stomach that show American Greed, Marijuana Inc: Inside America’s Pot Industry (although I have only seen it once) and Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations.
If you haven’t seen his show, its pretty dope: Travel, Drinking, Smoking and Eating Dope Spots. Hell, if I had a show (which I never would, I am way too low-pro) I would do it the same. Only adding swooping mad fly girls and rolling in Custom Suits (and it would be the best show on TV, no doubt).
Anyways, recently, Bourdain went to Chicago:
In the latest episode of No Reservations, Anthony Bourdain went to Chicago and visited the Silver Palm restaurant. He had the Three Little Pigs Sandwich: smoked ham, a breaded pork cutlet, two strips of bacon, and two fried eggs, blanketed in a thick coat of gruyere, all on a brioche bun.
Bourdain is blown away, and drops tons of praise: “This is a work of genius, in an evil way…. A two-fisted symphony of pork, cheese, fat, and starch… that sandwich is the greatest sandwich in America. This is the apex of the sandwich-making art… the sandwich that dreams are made of.”
The Three Little Pigs Sandwich looked so dope, I had to make my own version:
Jamon Serrano
Freshly butchered Pork Chop (farm to table)
Four strips of Freshly butchered bacon (sustainable)
Free-range fried eggs
Imported Gruyere
On an Artisan Brioche Bun
“It’s only a matter of time before all these “im doing this one for the ladies”, autotone,buying out the bar fake ass rappers meet their doom.
I’m not a big fan of Termanology but he does some good work with Premier and he did a dope track over the Crooklyn Dodgers beat hittin on the hip-pop artist. Now all we need is some heavy hitters to come along…
“First it was the dumbed down lyrics and chants/now its autotone and thugs in tight pants”
Termanology – Tight Pants Are For Girls
Beat of course from:
Crooklyn Dodgers
All I have to say, is “finally”.
The world is changing.
For the better.
“We need more Bishop Lamont’s and Wale’s, we need more Saigon’s and more Freeway’s”
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK
The Guide to Getting More Out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Rise of the Footsoldier is based on the true story of Carlton Leach, a former football hooligan heavy with the notorious ICF (Inter City Firm) who later moved up the criminal underworld by bouncing, minding, and muscling.
The first part of the movie is like Green Street Hooligans times 100. So if you liked Green Street Hooligans you will love Rise of the Footsoldier. Plus in Rise of the Footsoldier, there is no Elijah Wood. Hell, Elijah Wood hasn’t been good in a movie since The Good Son with Macaulay Culkin! Just playing.
