Commentary: Gentle, Into That Good Night: Effeminate Social Soap Opera Wannabes Doubt Whether Some Guy is Telling the Truth
- Updated: 2022-07-25
- By: Dr. Floyd
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Video Title: LIVER KING
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rpbCG2DimU
Analysis:
Funny story: About 15 years ago, I would rep 675, in a smith rack for balance, with a 10-20% or so positive spot – aka "not a real rep." Take the negative from 7 plates – and you'll see what's real (for example, my first time working up to 5 plates – 495 – I got a stress fracture in my palm). Now, at 43, I definitely look stronger than average – but nothing crazy at all. But: never recorded it, and hardly even mentioned it outside the gym. Plenty beautiful women would randomly come up to me, in public, and just straight up ask to touch a part of my body – usually chest or arms (I was curling one-hundreds at the time). I would end up having sex with some of these women. Several times, one would later tell me that touching my arm the first day that she met me – made her super wet. My physique was much cooler than this guy's, especially my arms (though he and I are apparently the same age – so I am comparing late-20s me vs early-40s him).
Moral of the story: Precisely no one can tell me that this guy's physique "cannot possibly" come about because of steroids, because I had a better physique – and never used steroids.
Other moral of the story: ALSO, no "liverking" can ever convince me that a physique like his requires these goofy supplements or "extreme" living. When I was coming up in the late 90s, "creatine" was the hot new thing. I tried creatine literally once – and just never bothered to use it again. I prioritized exercise over nonsense (usually), focused especially on eccentric movement (i.e. "resistance" training ), and ate well. That's all.
Third moral of the story:
I do not have the neurosis of all these little wannabe weirdo to "prove" any of the above to anyone. I was nearly 20 years old before the internet was really a thing. And I spent my lates teens – in the late 90s – locked up (where I started lifting). But there are now two full generations – millennials and zoomers – who have effectively ZERO frame of reference for a world without the internet – specifically a world without social media. Instead, their entire life has been molded by a fascination with neurotic nerds who, desperate for validation, will upload anything remotely "impressive," in order to get attention. Then the "greatest hits" (and misses) of these neurotic nerds: that becomes "viral."
So we have millions of absolute losers – neurotically masking their mediocrity, while chasing an infinite number of quick-fixes and schemes to "get-rich-quick" and "getting better without changing much." And then there is me (for example): I have actual memories of 7 plates – 675 – bending the bar – and me thinking simply, "yep: I'm ready to bench this for reps again." I have actual memories of absolutely stunning women being stunned by me – and staring at me like an animal in heat, while completely oblivious to how conspicuous they were being. But I don't look like that anymore. I can't lift like that anymore. Moreover, there is not a spect of documentary evidence that I ever looked or lifted like that – just the memories of the people who were around at the time.
And plot twist: I don't mind–at all–that my "glory days" are in a dead-and-gone past. Growing up during a time before the internet, me and my co-gen-xers never learned the myth of permanence that so fully plagues all these weak little weird millennials and zoomers (talking about the ones I'm talking about, not the ones I am not talking about). Instead, we would glance at the past, and glance at the future – but while living in the present.
Now, instead, these generations are full of people desperation for validation – in an era where validation is carefully withheld and marketed. Thus, all these weird wannabes take videos and pictures of nearly anything, pretending to be documentarians and on the brink of their big break – while subconsciously knowing perfectly well that the next generations will be as interested in any given "liverking" as the millennials and zoomers are interested in a Smashing Pumpkins reunion, or as interested as my generation was in the death of Sonny Bono.
Simply: this digital world to which so many are addicted – including the beta soap operas about whether some guy is lying about his physique: this is all, to borrow an old phrase from today's most soap opera star, Joe Rogan: "dopey dum dum shit." Meanwhile, the most that someone like me will do is casually mention that they used to lift twice as heavy your favorite effeminate peacock. Or we will let you know: "oh, that's totally possible – I've done it; twice." But since all these 21st-century digital brats are all so swamped with information, they've develop a neurotic (and selective) skepticism, where they think everyone is–or should be–trying to prove something to them.
–Dr. Floyd