Pariah, like I said in my first post, this thread begs flaming, so I would be childish to react to your criticism of my initial frustration...but seriously, dude, grow some fucking skin.
You're pissed because I disagreed with you in the pull-up thread and because I teased you (that was all!) for some bad math. You said, "Training is anecdotal!" Yes, but science is analytical; what this means, in the most basic sense, is that it is anecdotal on a large scale. Or, as Kabuki has pointed out in numerous other threads, what works for you (or your friend) doesn't necessarily work for everyone else. Science tests and reports methods for not just one person, but for a group of people, thereby discovering the methods that work for the majority of people and thus are the best advised to your arbitrary athlete. This is how we eclipsed the dark ages and "anecdotal" medicine; or would you prefer that our doctors still bleed people as a panacea, and insist it works (because it was the only thing they could do), noting the few patients who recovered and citing the treatment as the cure- when in fact the patient survived in spite of it...just as Urban wisely pointed out (in a thread where he and I argued, nonetheless) some athletes today succeed in spite of their training.
The thing that really pissed me off is that in your first post, you purport to (a) care about my emotional well-being (when you later posts obviously reflect you despise me), and (b) apply some bullshit Oprah Winfrey pop-psychology psychoanalysis to my post. And perhaps even more infuriating than even those two things is that you've made several hideously ignorant assumptions about me from a single post. Let's cite a few:
#1: Red Bluff is not in southern california. God, how hard would it have been to search my location with google? My hometown has a population of 15,000, the largest high school FFA club in the state, the biggest 3-day rodeo in the world, the highest county teen pregnancy rate in the nation, is 80% Republican, and is primarily an indigent, agricultural community. The differences between where I live and the OC are more profound than the differences between Boston and Savannah.
#2: I graduated from NYU last winter. Thus, I am not a college boy, I am a college graduate.
#3: Yes, my father is an eye surgeon, and my mother is an RN; thus, my parents are upper-middle class; I am fortunate to benefit from their hard work, but their money is their money, and the single digit hourly wage I earn is mine.
#4: I am insecure. Since when is singularly desiring a six-pack enough to constitute a personal framework of insecurity?
#5: That I'm not sleeping with someone right now. On the prowl= want to nail multiple chicks. I'm glad to learn you're such a cassanova, and citing Fedor as your player, well, holy shit, that is totally unfounded. You're telling me a bunch of shit I already know, but your statement that attractiveness has nothing to do with mate value is- and I'm probably going to use this word a great deal in reference to you- ignorant. If you want proof of this (aside from what everyone sees with his own two eyes), read "Jealousy: The Dangerous Passion" by David Buss. In fact, in initially discovering a mate, and even more in determining their flings, women are as superficial as men. Get a fucking clue.
#6: That I'm entering law to manipulate people. I'm entering law because I was an English major and WTF else am I gonna do that will pay over $50,000 a year? So maybe now you assume I'm materialistic. No. It's just that unlike my parents, and a few fortunate people, I haven't discovered a calling. I don't relish the idea of teaching "Pride and Prejudice" every year until I'm 65, and getting shit on while doing it, and a paltry salary. Furthermore, I am not resolute that I will enter law, but it's the course I've decided on now, while I'm trying to figure out my life. Until I do, I would like to live comfortably, and be able to provide my loved ones the security and joy that these creature comforts bring.
Also, and this is tangential, you seem to hate law as much as you hate Southern California; are you some kind of anarchist? Law is the backbone of civilization, dummy, and if you're too lazy to read a book to understand this, save yourself some time and go watch "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance."
If I were to turn your clinically-bereft psychoanalysis on you, I would say that you are a hypocrite. You bash southern california and this stereotyped image of the carefree, pretty rich boy, but often people are bitter and resentful towards those things they desire but do not have. It seems to me you just want to be that pretty, rich boy with a white-collar past and a white-collar future and a hard-bodied bitch, but perhaps you never had that, and have realized you're unwilling to do the work to obtain it, so you cast aspersions on any you suspect of possessing it: so much so that this image haunts you so deeply that you see it where it is not, and make assumptions that have no validity.
And to wind this down, I love it how people too stupid to understand a textbook try to invalidate it. Textbooks are just part of the curriculum that sports trainers undergo. My boss coaches lazy, professional athletes (and olympians, I might add)? So now guys who swim 60 miles a week are lazy? Do you know how stupid you sound? I guess you're one of those guys who blames it all on talent.
Seriously, dude, grow some fucking skin.
