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Mad Men: The Don Question

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Don fucking Draper

Depending on who you ask, this fictional iron jaw man is either the greatest inspirational character in TV history or the biggest scumbag to ever disgrace the screen..

I’m trying to understand why he is beloved/hated

And I’m trying to do it in a very simple and hopefully not douchebag-from-YouTube-essay way

Let’s roll

Why is Don so LOVED?

Don is the American Dream come true

A piece of shit loser raised in a whorehouse that faked an entirely new identity and somehow managed to become a rich superstar in the advertising industry against all the shitty odds given to him by God

Lot of people connect with that, they say in America anyone can make it

In the fictional world of 50s NYC, Draper proved it true and a lot of aspiring princes look up to him as a model hustler

He is also (on surface) the masculine ideal

Well dressed, bountiful in social status, financially successful, great at fucking hoes

What’s not to like?

Every man with working testicles will admit that he wants all those things

In the modern canola world where people look up to characters and gurus online to inspire them, Donny D is a solid starter pack character

Some deep introspective souls might connect with him for entirely different reasons

Maybe because the real charm in Draper is how big of a fuck up he is in his personal life and the relatable mirror he holds against the life of the modern male

On paper Don has it all, but as we go through more and more seasons in the show we see how broken this dickhead really is

Can fuck every girl but can’t hold a relationship, drinks himself to death, lonely despite his many “friends”, shitty father, shitty brother, shitty business partner

He fucks up everything he touches (in his personal life) but on the outside he acts like king of the hill, there’s nothing wrong with him and he’s a genius

That’s what many men feel is expected of them, pretend you have the biggest cock while you cry in the bathroom five minutes after

If you’re not XY, fucking die

So everyone puts on an eminence front and plays the game like Don

Very commonplace and makes him our representative of the broken studs

Why is Don HATED?

Mainly I see this by female viewers and gays buuut it’s not that unjustified

Don is a SCUMBAG, straight up

He’s a serial cheater, his ego is like a cancerous tumor, he steps on the feet of business partners when he feels slighted, he basically got his own brother sent to the pearly gates, his kid girl doesn’t respect him and his boy kid is a retard, he is ungrateful, he tans terribly and so on and so on

A lot of people it seems can’t find the grace and value in Don’s flaws and I guess it’s all perspective

To be honest, would you like working with Don?

Nah

He’s better to view from a distance

Like a butterface

If we had a Don in our personal lives, unless he gave us money and free booze we probably wouldn’t stand him

Just because Betty is a piece of shit it doesn’t mean we have to pretend Don is a saint

Although no one does? There’s this notion the show wants us to herald him even though it’s clear from the show title and storylines that this guy is no hero, just very successful and a survivor of his own vices

Don Draper is many things but definitely not forgettable

Okay, nothing more to add

Gonna drink some vitamins and feel annoyed about not having another million dollars and a blowjob

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2024: Hella Junk or Slam Dunk?

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Another new year is upon us

The gyms are crowded with acne-riddled teens from TikTok

Many New Year promises that will never be fulfilled are being made as we speak

Various hoes still recovering from getting rawdogged in the Miami clubs

Wonderful times upon us all surely

If we ignore multiple money wars being waged outside the sweet little soft Western world, this really is a special time

Lots of expectations for everyone when January rolls around

I gotta do this, gotta do that, gotta fuck this bitch, gotta get XY cash

I’m getting older and older and closer to death with every day

And something I recently learned (or remembered) is that expectations are a great tool of Satan

When you start being entitled and you’re sure you gotta get this, that and the third.. not only you won’t get SHIT you will also get SHIT

And SHIT ON

It’s true

One should endeavor to work hard and facilitate change

But keep your fucking mouth shut and take it easy

I’m not just busting your balls, it’s relevant to me too

Work hard, be a good person, swim through the spikes that shred your testicles, and eventually you will reap the fruits of your labor

Hopefully

That’s it really

Thanks for reading

Fuck you ❤

Heartbreak Kid and The B.S. Of Lust

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Recently, I have been evaluating some interactions I had with some beautiful ladies that have not gone my way. Some of these sultry vixens may even be reading this right now.. or maybe not, whose to say?

I came to some conclusions. I am gonna refer to various babes as a singular entity of jizz and lust. It dawned on me how much I hate it when this cute, luscious, buxom devilish female twirls my massive frame around her freshly painted fingernails, spinning me like a hamster and fucking with my head.

But apparently, I don’t hate it enough to stop engaging with her. I tell myself I don’t want to get involved then dream about slurping cola out of her vulva.

I think about rawdogging her till my shaft crumbles to dust every time she texts, giving me hope of a bite.

She probably thinks of fucking with me too, but pissing me off gets her wetter.

I get burned and take out my anger on the next girl that actually appreciates me. Allegedly. No more home-cooked pasta for me?

Continuing the cycle of toxic manipulation to build back my ego. Don’t want to get played and get made fun on Hoodville.

I wanna thrust at that one girl’s throat with the pelvic force of 1,000 suns until she goes into a coma but then also hug her in front of the shining voyeuristic moon that looms over our heads and build a home with her? Do I “love” her (whatever that means) or is she a sex fiend to pull out of my drawer? What’s the value? Where do we stand? No one knows. Just go with it. Treat her like the rest. But I do like her. I really like her. She’s sweet. But..

But like I said it’s not one girl, it’s so many that fit the bill. They all become one face in the end. So alike. Spooky really.

She’s just the most recent.

Behind every sexy scumbag is their equal in trashola that got them bent first. They probably experienced the same thing on the lady side of the spectrum. Everybody gets fucked then fucked over.

So reader, are you the jerk compensating for the pain or the current victim?

Happy Friday, protect your skin!

Haterade In The Modern Age

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Something that really gets on my ass and ruins my vibe heavy is when low vibrational soy consuming canola pushing fuckwads diss up and coming artists/athletes/scammers who are trying to chase a goal and bag up.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to become a role model for the misguided with hella cash?

I mean, it’s not me… I am broke. Allegedly. That being said.. uh..

I still have sympathy for anyone slaving away at their craft.

The guy that doxxes naked hoes and stacks e-com money spent years as a pencil pushing faggy wagie before he got slop and commissions.

The painter that spammed your feed with naked artsy portraits had to break his fingers first drawing Tanya.

That drug addicted musician got his ass tickled by Luciferian old men to publish your fav albums.

Fuck you.

You should be inspired by the creative idiots and Adderall-fueled mega hustlers because unlike you we do something.

Go buy your shitty tickets to Rome or Dubai so you can play it lit for one week you bitch.

Fucking jabroni.

Cool people who are honest with good vibes and a work ethic deserve the flex.

Bad bitches should honestly automatically give em the gap and dudes should pay whatever they ask.

Most of the population is trash and jello.

HATER.

Haters are spiritually castrated. No balls, no drive. You hate someone? Okay, do his gimmick better. Oh yeah you can’t huh? Suck a throbbing pulsating dick.

Shoutout to all the hustlers.

Although sometimes you guys suck and use very wack marketing, I don’t mind though.

It’s easy to hate behind the sofa with chips like those wannabe quarterbacks, talking about “we lost the game”.. “we”?

Dickhead.

I’m no special authority on this, I don’t have haters or massive fame. Just needles and a cute face. But it’s my site and I tell you all the correct way to think.

I will now await the DMs from the babes now.

I had to remind you all I have valuable opinions that are not about Da Fuckin’.

Yes, Daddy

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What is it about the latest societal trend of barley fertile women calling bearded men daddy?

I asked myself this question quite often lately. I’d be a liar if I said I don’t get a mammoth sized erection when I hear her utter those words though. But still, I just can’t quite grasp it.

You can make the argument that it’s a good representation of how all those rainbow haired ladies lacked a strong father figure and are compensating, you can chalk it up to submission play and kink. Honestly? I think most women just follow the linguistic degenerate trends in order to help better service our naughty parts.

But what does a “daddy” even do?

Well, what does a father do?

-Sets boundaries

-Educates and gives life lessons

-Punishes you when you mess up so you do better

-Protects you even when you’re a little shit

Ah shit, add aggressively fucks and bruises your esophagus and that’s a daddy.

In my experience anyway? Others will concur.

I guess in this decaying age of postmodern “men and women”, a daddy is necessary.

It’s hard work, but when she’s on her knees and begging to swallow your genetic load with a genuine smile and a glitter in her slutty eyes.. it’s worth it.

Fuck it all if that ain’t goddamn romantic to you.

Governments fall, people die, plants rot.. but memories of her spunk soaked face after you skullfucked her to tears? That’s eternal.

I need a shower. Make love, not oil wars.

Always wrap the willy.