Why Being A Single Man Is Kind Of Overrated

 

Pic only chosen because I thought it was funny that this image was the first thing to pop up when googling "single black man"

While most will probably remember 2012 as the “Year Of The YOLO” (and by “most” I mean “like seven people“), it holds special significance for me because it’ll likely be the first year since 2002 where I spent the entire year single. I haven’t completed a full calender year yet — May will make it seven months since the former Lady Champ and I decided to go our separate ways — but because I seem to enjoy doing random anthropological experiments on myself for absolutely no reason (and because I’m an INTJ and INTJs apparently suck at relationships), I’m confident that I’ll make it to 2013 without having to change my Facebook relationship status again.

Anyway, if I could sum up my seven months of singledom in one word, it would most likely be “interesting.” I’ve met some “interesting” people, done some “interesting” things, made some “interesting” decisions, and, most importantly, thought some “interesting” thoughts. The most “interesting” of these “interesting” thoughts? Being a single man is kind of overrated.

Now, as I stated on the day where I wrote about orgasms, “overrated” doesn’t mean “bad.” In fact, as the careers of Tupac and Derrick Rose continue to prove, something can be very, very good — even great — and still be overrated. I’ve enjoyed being single, and will likely continue to enjoy it. But, while it seems like many assume that being a single man (a single Black man, at that) is nothing but an utopic stream of easy popsicles, cold pancakes, and syrupy p*ssy, there are a few downsides.

1. It can be very lonely

As a person who wanted to be single, is a natural introvert, and generally enjoys doing things by himself, I’m surprised by how, for lack of a better term, “noticeable” the solitude and loneliness of singledom can be. Even when seeing multiple people and/or having tons of friends, being single means that you are…single, by yourself, and there may be times when you want to have someone around but there will be no one that you want to be around readily available to be around.

Then, to add insult to injury, if you’re an angsty motherf*cker like me, you’ll start thinking things like “Wait. I’m a single man. A single Black man. My dad named me after Dolemite. Shaka Zulu is my second cousin. People who’ve never even met me call me “Champ” for chrissakes. Why the f*ck do I feel lonely right now?” which’ll make it even worse.

2. You have to wear condoms. And, wearing condoms sucks

If you’re one of the 137 people left on Earth who always has protected sex — even if in a long-term, monogamous relationship — just skip this section and move on to #3. Also, I’ve left a plate of gotdamn sugar cookies at the end of this post as a reward for your duty. Please eat them with a gotdamn smile.

If you’re not one of these people, you should be able to relate to how frustrating it’s been to go from condom-less sex to having to worry about having gotdamn condoms all the damn time. And, even if you’re not actively having sex, “Do I have condoms?” and “Since I don’t have condoms, is there somewhere close where I can buy them?” always has to be on your mind.

Also, from a logistical perspective, they’re a hassle to put on, they smell like a pack of slutty balloons, and “sex with condoms” will always be the Mike Conley of coitus.

There is always the alternative — just don’t wear condoms while single, either — but I think one Cromartie per generation is enough.

(Btw, is it just me, or has the price of condoms spiked dramatically in the past four years? I was last single in 2008, and I don’t remember a box of condoms costing as much as it does to fill a gas tank. Does this qualify as a “first world problem?” If a Black blogger bitches about condoms in the woods, would Kanye’s missing draws make a sound?) 

As much as condoms suck, they don’t suck as much as…

3. Having to participate in the dating game

In a paradox so annoying that I almost didn’t mention it today because I plan on spending an entire day on this sole topic soon, I love meeting new, interesting women but I hate the process that usually goes along with meeting new, interesting women.

I understand (and appreciate) the purpose of the process, but knowing why it’s necessary doesn’t mean that you have to enjoy it.

4. The superficial romantic connections synonymous with singledom gets old

Ironically, the best thing about being a single man — possessing the ability to have myriad short, commitment-free relationships AT THE SAME DAMN TIME!!! — ends up being one of the worst after enough time has passed.

This actually hasn’t happened to me yet. I guess I’m still in the single honeymoon phrase. But, I’m certain it will, and the thought of this happening is already depressing me.

Actually, this entire list is getting depressing. ***Making note to self to make sure tomorrow’s post is about the playoffs or strippers or something***

5. You start to realize some, um, “unpositive” things about yourself

I’ve been in three long-term — “long term” = “monogamous relationship lasting at least a year” — relationships as an adult. Each of these relationships failed, and my wanting to be single was the main catalyst behind each of these failures. Now, because I’ve always been a guy who did all the “right on paper” relationship things — I’ve never cheated, never physically or verbally abused any girlfriends, always followed the chivalry handbooks, etc — I’ve always assumed that I’m good at being a partner. But, these last few months have made me realize that I have some real deficiencies in the relationship department — personality quirks that have subtly sabotaged each relationship I’ve been in.

I wouldn’t quite call myself a trojan horse — the sabotage isn’t intentional (at least it’s not consciously intentional) — but I’m just not very good at this relationship thing right now, and I intend to spend the rest of 2012 trying to figure out why.

That’s it for me today. Fellas — single or coupled up — how do you feel about the concept of singledom? Is it all the beer commercials make it out to be, or do you agree that it may be slightly overrated? Also, ladies, are the “single man problems” expressed today at all similar to any “single woman problems?”

—Damon Young (aka “The Champ”)

Why The Orgasm Is The Most Overrated Object On Earth

Sorry for not providing a better pic, but as you might have guessed, googling "black orgasm" doesn't exactly give you a ton of work safe options.

Although I haven’t brought an egg timer or stop watch to bed with me to measure one yet, I feel very confident in saying that my average orgasm lasts somewhere between three and eleven seconds. And, although I haven’t done any extensive research on this topic, I feel equally confident in saying that most men could say the exact same thing. (Perhaps, since every man has one, we should start saying “Opinions are like three to eleven second long orgasms.” Gives the saying a bit more punch than “assholes” does)

You’re probably wondering why I seem to be so concerned with the length of my — and the rest of my brethren’s — orgasms. It’s not the length that concerns me, though. It’s the lengths we go through to do something that lasts about as long as it’ll take for you to read the rest of this sentence.

Before I continue, although the title lets you know that I think orgasms are undoubtedly overrated, don’t take that to mean that I think they’re bad. They are the antithesis of bad. They are outstanding, amazing, superb, practical, remarkable, resourceful, colorful, enlightening, and even occasionally educational. I’ve had orgasms that have made me speak in dead languages (Fluently!), that have made me scream the same dignity-less scream I’d scream if I woke up with a spider on my lip, that have made me get up and fry bacon buck naked, that have even made me whisper ”damn” with the same understated reverence usually reserved for Free’s ass, movies where Denzel sheds tears, and your mom’s turkey gravy. As a self-proclaimed orgasm expert, I staunchly believe that a collective increase of our country’s orgasms would lead to a collective decrease of our country’s crime. Orgasms are, by any stretch of the imagination, the shit.

But, while their status as the shit is unquestioned, this shitness pales in comparison to the effort we take to receive them. Seriously, think about the absurd, idiotic, embarrassing, and scandalous-ass stuff we’ve done just because of the mere possibility of having an orgasm. Think about the time you flew to New York during a coast-wide blackout, or the time you risked your perfectly good relationship to have one, or the time in high school you begged your mom to let her borrow her car and conveniently “forgot” to pick her up from work on time just so you could have more time to have an orgasm with a person that you thought so little of that they weren’t allowed past the basement steps and still think so little of that you just blocked them from your Facebook feed last week. If you’ve had unprotected sex before (which, I’m assuming 99.7% of the sexually active people reading this have) you’ve risked your freakin’ life for an orgasm.

Now, I realize that this need to orgasm isn’t necessarily about the orgasms as much as the context (the person you’re with, the connection you share, and blah, blah, blah, blah) and what can possibly happen when you have one (procreation). In this sense, it’s a means to an evolutionary end. But, although I’m not sure if our minds are advanced enough to perform the cognitive dissonance needed to completely disassociate having an orgasm with what could very likely be the result of that orgasm, I know that I’ve never, ever, ever consciously thought “I need to put a baby in her belly” when seeing an attractive woman at the bar. In fact, I’ll usually be thinking of putting the, um, “results of my orgasm” anywhere on her person (foot, cheek, back, ear, back of the ear, etc) except for the one place it’s supposed to go (vagina).

Would I still maintain that orgasms were overrated if they lasted longer? Perhaps. But, considering the effort undertaken to receive them, orgasms might have to last 120 to 150 minutes at a time to begin to receive an accurate return on our investment, and I don’t know if we’re prepared to handle that.

I do know, though, that 25 to 30 minutes after I finish writing this, there’s a (98.7%) chance that I’m going to check a special folder on my desktop, grab a lubricating agent, a towel, turn the heat up in my place so my hands and feet don’t get cold, and begin the process that’s going to lead to that aforementioned three to eight seconds of unadulterated theshitness.

But, despite this relatively miminal effort, only one thought is going to go through my head while I perform my usual post-masturbatory duties (clean up, shower, self-loath, etc) “Damn, I was right. This IS overrated. Perhaps I’ll hurry up and perform this overrated task again.

—The Champ

Staying Sober: 5 Comedies You Need To See Instead Of “The Hangover 2″

I guess

When I tell people exactly how underwhelmed and unimpressed I was with “The Hangover,” most assume I’m just being a contrarian for contrarian’s sake — an idea that couldn’t be further from the truth. Although I didn’t see it in the theater, I rented it the minute it was available on Netflix, and anxiously waited three more weeks to get off the waiting list. As a huge fan of everything from “The 40 Year Old Virgin” to “Arsenic and Old Lace,” I wanted this movie to be great, and I had my 32 oz. cup of “The Hangover is funny as f*ck” lemonade on my coffee table, ready to gulp that sh*t down.

But, while I was expecting something that could possibly be placed on my top ten all-time comedies list, I ended up seeing the Evelyn Lozada of humor.

How do they compare? Well, Lozada possesses certain physical characteristics (height, curves, long hair, light skin, etc) that would give her “automatic dime status” with many guys. “The Hangover” possess certain scenarios and scenes that seemed to automatically cement it’s status as a comedy classic.

But, under further inspection, Lozada’s retired porn star-ish world weariness makes it so that she clearly doesn’t measure up to her measureables, and the “humor” present in the “The Hangover” is nothing but a bunch of scenes where the director might as well put a giant sign on the screen saying “There’s a tiger indoors!!! This is supposed to be funny!!! Laugh now!!! You’re supposed to laugh here!!!”

Basically, it was a movie with a f*cking laugh track, an effect that left it completely devoid of any actual comedy.

To be perfectly fair, I have to admit that the trailers for “The Hangover 2″ don’t look too bad. I may eventually see it, but until that day comes, I’ll keep on digging in my comedy crates, searching for and rewatching gems such as…

Rasheed Thurmond on Bad Boys of Comedy (Rasheed actually passed away a year or so after doing this show, making him the Maurice Stokes of stand-up. I really thought he had a gift and could have easily been a “known” name by now)

The Louie: Season One Blu-Ray boxset (The best stand-up comedian today with the best television show since “The Wire”)

“High Anxiety” (Although Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein get more love, this parody of Hitchcock movies is Mel Brooks’ best work)

The deleted scenes from “The 40 Year Old Virgin” (Without the deleted scenes, “Virgin” cracks the top five on my list of favorite comedies ever. With the deleted scenes, it’s the undisputed and unchallenged leader)

Aubrey Plaza’s impression of Sarah Silverman (Although I noticed her in “Funny People” and like her in “Parks and Recreation,” I officially fell in love after seeing this impersonation of the most annoying comic on Earth)

***12:57 am edit***

An endless loop of the Bulls’ historic collapse last night (Too soon?)

Anyway, people of VSB, what are your all-time favorite comedies? In this instance, “comedies” isn’t just confined to movies. Just anything that always makes you laugh.

Also, is there anyone out there who can give me a convincing reason to actually see “The Hangover 2?” I can be swayed, but you need to be Jack f*cking McCoy with your argument.

The carpet is yours.

—The Champ

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the 10 most overrated things…ever

***disclaimer: before beginning, i want to remind everyone that “overrated” doesn’t mean “bad”, “worthless”, or even “average”, just not as valuable/noteworthy/important as common sentiment would suggest.***

1. beer

you know, i’m not even going to talk about the taste (which makes me think of how brewed and malted cow urine must taste) or the fact that the smell reminds me of women who sound like doc rivers. no, what makes beer so overrated is the ad campaign revolving around it being the ultimate party starter, when in reality there are myriad things (rum, vodka, midgets, white women, crackheads, ovulation, etc) much more efficient

2. orgasms

i mentioned this already earlier in the week, but when you consider the lengths we go through to get them, the potential downside of having them (unwanted emotional attachments and children, disease, etc), and the relatively short time they last (five to approximately thirty-five seconds) you can’t help but think that orgasms are the tupac of life: short-lived, volatile, and much better in theory and memory than reality

3. the 70′s

even those who weren’t alive during this era regard it in a lovingly nostalgic manner, (rightfully) lauding the music, the movements, and the time of free love. but, maybe, just maybe if our parents didnt spend so much time f*cking, burning shit down, and snorting mushrooms off the backs of white camels in reno with rick james, maybe the 80′s, 90′s, and 2000′s wouldn’t have been so royally f*cked up.

4. new york city

***taken from “biting the apple“***

between the cost of living, the traffic, the chinese, the tendency for disasters to occur, the crime, the dipset, being governed by a blind jiggalo, and the fact that its more densely populated than jakarta, if i want diversity, good food, great entertainment, bad sports, and tons of different dialectics and dna, i’ll just move in with frankie and neffe

5. black american inventions

look, while we all know that cats were using ipads on spaceships in zimbabwe before europeans even figured out that infants aren’t meant to be edible, the whole black american invention game leaves much to be desired. while we’ve definitely been great innovators, pioneers, and iconoclasts, when the the doorstop is listed as one of your 50 greatest new contributions in a 400 year legacy, maybe its time to re-think those commemorative stamp plans

6. (tie) any rap music made before 1992 and any professional sport played before 1980

to anyone still actively promoting the “best ever merit of babe ruth, public enemy, the 70′s steelers, whodini, wilt chamberlain, bob cousy, rakim, joe louis, arnold palmer, run dmc, bdp and etc:

“i don’t believe you, you need more people”

btw, by “i dont believe you, you need more people” i mean “you’re a f*cking idiot

7. dying

quite possibly the most overrated thing on this list, as approximately 95 percent of the worlds population (including me) follow a belief system explicitly stating that their death will be legions better than their life ever was, but only maybe 10% of that 95% are actually looking forward to it.

basically, we’re all full of shit

8. russia

i’m still not completely sure how a country whose only contribution to the rest of the world is best served with cranberry juice managed to be a superpower worthy of fear, respect, and apollo creed’s life

9. dogs

because cats and cat people always have and will always be better

10. being underrated

seriously, who the hell came up with the idea that being the person who didn’t get the credit that they were due was a good thing? i mean, if you asked one million random kids what they wanted to be when they grew up, i’d bet “overlooked, and generally undervalued” would be even further down the list than “big ben’s next rape victim, but somehow we adults have treated this like it was something to be proud of. no wonder everything’s all f*cked up now.

i’m sure i’m missing a few. any additions?

—the champ

biting the apple: the six most overhyped and overrated things about new york city

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there are three things i’ve always wanted to be.

because of my acid reflux, two of them (a fireman on the set of a soft p*rn flick, and a pass first point guard on team earth when we play the martians) aren’t in the cards anymore. but, getting an award for best writing in a blog means that i finally have a decent chance at being number three…

…overrated

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