— Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club)
It’s a shame Today’s Brandons don’t actually read their Bible: Fight Club. While boycrushing on Brad Pitt’s obliques and greasy cool allure, they miss the venomous nihilism coursing through the actual book.
More a manual on dissatisfied and displaced revolutionaries seeking explanation for the malevolent forces driving them to palpable, anger-fueled insanities, Fight Club is a convincing diary of a young man’s revelation… as written by a (now) 50-year-old – and surprisingly embraced by Tweens.
We’re a generation of men raised by women. I’m wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.”
Most (if not all) of CP’s observational instructions I learned before Middle School from my Dad, his friends, cousins, and associated men in my friends’ families. Don’t get me wrong, Brad is indeed blessed, but I fantasized instead about filling up a toilet full of condoms courtesy of Helena Bonham-Carter’s rousing …
…participation ever since I saw her pouty face in A Room With A View. A Room With A Toilet?
For a “generation of men raised by women,” Palahniuk’s Durden miraculously surpassed that former quotable childhood God of Mythical Wisdom – Yoda. Nothing spells mysticism like George Lucas‘ ancient green puppet with wispy ear-hairs. Kermit’s grandpa is the deeply-deep-deepie philosophical side of George, who gets his pussy the old-fashioned way: by being the rumored #1 high-priced callgirl customer in history. Cowgirl, want I – outcall with blond twins – black garters hmmn?
No. Tyler is way moar hellakwl than even the St. Peter & St. Paul Twin Cites of Cool – Morpheus & Neo. Besides, now you’re saved from being painted into a corner and forced to identify and internalize a dorky Keanu and his grody Hawaiian Sunglasses Sophistry; now you can haz Brad. But…just think if Brad also played Neo. The mind boggles: There’d be a disturbance in The Force, sense I, sensei.
The movie had the good fortune of extended life granted by the simultaneous emergence of Pick-Up/PUA and Mystery Method. Early disciples glommed-on to the Insta-Cool Boost a dose of Tyler Durden (not that douche Canuck pua) gave ya when doing frightening cold approaches in The Club with The Cube. Faggy Br0-Group Hugs in pua forums predictably followed because approaches are often truly intimidating. Even for the phony brave. Today’s Brandons™ found squishy, wubby kumfurt commiserating among Today’s Justins™.
Check it out in Goodreads – and if you want frightening IRL 4realz – ponder some of the deeper, more disturbing quotes that (somehow) never quite seem to make it to Brandon’s FaceBook page:
You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don’t need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need.
We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show their courage by frightening them.
That Chucky, what a meany. Inspiring Bois since 1999 – but still, to no effect. Perhaps Today’s Brandons can finally pull it off – achieve success – if they actually learn the concept and meaning of fright, instead of mere indignant anger. I have scant hope.
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