Deplorable social media strikes again

Social media is addictive because it’s one of the few places where a person faces no immediate repercussion for emotional over-indulgence. – Ed Latimore

One of the things I detest most about social media (and there are a lot of things) is the rampant virtue signaling. It’s like a competition to see who can impress their “friends” by being the most open-minded, tolerant, the least racist, most feminist, or whatever. I’m sure you’ve seen this monstrosity posted somewhere, usually accompanied by a large amount of self-righteous snark: Continue reading “Deplorable social media strikes again”


My deplorable workouts

I used to go to the gym. First it was a ratty little gym in my old apartment complex. Then I moved downtown and joined a snooty gym literally inside the pro baseball park. Sue me, it was the closest gym to my condo. It was fine – surprisingly sparse crowds most of the time and nice equipment – except for the price. Now don’t get me wrong, the price wasn’t unfair for how nice the place is and the cool location. But after two years I started to resent paying $450 a year to work out a few times a week. Continue reading “My deplorable workouts”

Deplorable movie viewing

I think I’ve gone to more movies in the last (rolling) year than in the previous five. I saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens and Arrival. Sue me, I like science fiction/fantasy, or at least I used to. If you want reviews, Star Wars sucked donkey balls and Arrival was pretty good, though way more cerebral than I expected. Movies are $10.50 in Phoenix, and this year my success rate at enjoying them is 50%. I watch movies on Netflix, which is $11 a month for unlimited hours of really convenient time-wasting, and I can pause the movie to take a leak. Continue reading “Deplorable movie viewing”

The deplorable Dave Ramsey

The borrower is slave to the lender. – Proverbs 22:7

I’m a deplorable atheist, but truth is where you find it. After years of being a debt slave, I finally took charge and grabbed my (well, our, as my wife had a student loan) debt by the pussy and made it my bitch. Now I owe money to no one, so I am slave to no one. Continue reading “The deplorable Dave Ramsey”

My deplorable workout clothes

I was lifting weights last night and, being the deplorably vain man I am, was eyefucking my handsome self in the full-length mirror (read: “vintage” sliding closet doors in my 80s condo). I was wearing a V-neck gray cotton t-shirt I bought in a three-pack at Target and a pair of cotton shorts I bought at Kandahar Airfield in 2007. After lifting I went out to 9th Street to do a series of HIIT sprints. Same clothes, though I added a pair of cotton ankle socks and a pair of based New Balance runners I bought on sale at DSW. Continue reading “My deplorable workout clothes”

My deplorable lunches

I work in an industrial park. It’s completely encircled by fast food places dangling their wares in front of the thousands of people working around here. Off the top of my head, I can think of McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King, Subway, Dunkin’ Donuts, Sonic, Taco Bell, Del Taco, KFC, Jack In the Box, plus a bunch of mom-n-pop ethnic places and smaller local chains. And there are tons of fast-casual and sit-down restaurants, too. Continue reading “My deplorable lunches”