My Special Evening

A few months ago, I had, as the title of this little essay implies, a very Special Evening. I sat next to a young, seemingly sane, New York intellectual at a dinner table. For about an hour and a half, I listened to him as he talked about the fact that “‘Ukrainian women are basicallyContinue reading “My Special Evening”

Allow me to spell a few things out

This interview with a famous pick-up artist who goes by “Mystery” (as much as I like original thinkers, something is clearly amiss here) on Salon has drawn many interesting responses, a number of them coming from self-described “nice guys” who got tired of jerking off while women referred to them as “good listeners,” patted themContinue reading “Allow me to spell a few things out”