@humph! at least this was better than the way my conservative parents sacked my sister’s asian boyfriend for being asian lol. they went in and ruined the relationship but making it look like it wasnt them.

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@The Bar Manifesto I am rejected by women at bars far too often. Maybe it’s because I lack the frat-boy mentality that women find so alluring or maybe it’s because of my intimidatingly good looks. I prefer to think it’s the latter.

And just like many other Columbia boys, I really do have everything going for me – smarts, looks, money, manners, a well-paid internship at a top-firm and a bright future. Although it is not my intention to imply that I am therefore entitled to the attention of pretty women, I definitely find it frustrating when I am shot down by women who, all factors considered, should really be approaching me.. And in my stead, a hulkish, 6’3″ glob of creatine and cheap beer, outfitted with a lacrosse pinney, plastic wayfarers, backwards mesh cap and associates degree, will invariably usher the stumbling makeup-caked, zoomba-toned, bleached blonde in 6″ stilletos into the nearest taxi.

What infuriates me even further is the very next morning, women will complain how they invariably end-up sleeping with ‘losers’ after awaking aside a snoring, overgrown child with pit-stains dampening his wrinkled wife-beater.
And I will have no sympathy.

Although women seem to be entirely devoid of rationality in their teens and early 20’s, I’ve heard that the roles soon and abrupty reverse – When women’s biological clocks start ticking at around 30, pretty women, who were formerly art-history or english majors working at non-profits & NGOs, realize that their menial paychecks cannot buoy their larger-than-life extravagancies. Living above their means, these women then huddle in bars in a desperate attempt to seek out professionals to soothe their financial woes. In a matter of five years, the tables turn on the women who were once far too picky but now are now desperate to settle with just about
anyone with a salary and a pulse.

I do not want to be reduced to merely a pawn in a parasitic, disingenuous suitor’s plan to strike it rich. And at the same time, I do not wish to abnegate my integrity and conform to the douchey status-quo championed
by slightly-racist, boat-shoe wearing, dopey frat boys. Clearly, the vicious barroom pandemic is to unfavorable to all parties involved.

So, how can we avoid this seemingly incurable dilemma?

Ladies (and men) of bwog, what I propose is a holy crusade
to renounce douchebaggery in favor of virtue, to supplant inauthenticity with transparency and to oversex the underappreciated. It is time we raise the ‘bar’
on our standards of etiquette in the dating sphere. Then, we can engender a new,
more efficient era of dating, devoid of 1-calorie packs and muscle-milk,
binge-drinking bimbos and butt-slapping bros, and sorority squatting and
bicep flexing.