Even though John Cusack was wearing striped shirts and boat shoes long before the Williamsburg set, he bore a personality and delicate neurosis that very few “men” in the borough (because Wburg is indeed its own borough) seem to possess. No one can adequately emulate his perfect blend of semi-frat boy and nebbish.
Pre-historic Williamsburg aesthetic
What is more, he’s the type of “man” who seems, on the surface, to be dickless because of his soft-spokenness and self-effacing nature, but it is in fact this very quality that makes him so fuckable. He’s the sort of bloke who will play you the saxophone, drive you to far off places and be there for you no matter what. There aren’t many of that sort inhabiting the Bedford L nexus.
If you’ve ever left your condo to go for a bike ride, you may be aware that the Williamsburg Bridge possesses a slight incline. It is one especially difficult to overcome if you’re a particularly out of shape sort of “man.” You know, one of the Toady variety.
Toady from Super Mario Bros. is the sort of person you would catch walking his bike up the Wburg Bridge
Being that growing a beard and graphic designing can be very arduous in and of itself, sometimes Williamsburg “men” don’t have the opportunity to fully form their musculature. This results in the embarrassing and dickless decision to walk one’s bike up the bridge. But the next time you feel you can’t take it, and you simply must get off your, what I assume is a hipster brand bike like Bianchi, think about the possibility that your future fuck/wife is going to pass you by and automatically be repulsed by you.
There’s this strange myth about women being unwilling to get their hands dirty. But if this was the case, then why the fuck are they always the ones doing the dishes? If they’re so goddamn dainty, shouldn’t men be the ones to get this extremely arduous task done?
Considering that most of the amenity-rich apartments on the Williamsburg waterfront already come equipped with a dishwasher, it really shouldn’t be that much of a challenge for a “man” to slip the dishes right in. ‘Cause we all know he ain’t sticking his dick right in. So next time your piece of the moment comes over for dinner, why don’t you impress her by soaping up? Especially since it’s really obvious that you Mrs. Doubtfired that dinner by ordering it from somewhere else and pretending to pass it off as your own.
I understand the need to flee a scene the second things get too real/awkward/etc., however there is something decidedly sociopathic about men who Irish goodbye. It’s like they can’t be bothered to acknowledge anyone’s social needs but their own. The only decent excuse for leaving without an announcement–at least to the person you came with–is an urgent medical emergency (e.g. seizure or intense attack of diarrhea).
All you need to do is make this simple gesture.
Williamsburg men are, of course, notorious for their lack of consideration for others, particularly women (it’s like they resent them for literally missing a dick as opposed to just metaphorically missing one). But if they could just see that demonstrating even the smallest and simplest modicum of courtesy, like saying goodbye through a gesture or grunt, they would be so much closer to having more than a gash where their dick should be.
The emphasis on grooming and primping for men in Williamsburg and in general has long ago reached the point of parody. It makes no sense that any man would want to spend time or money on looking better when they could just as easily go around looking like shit and still get laid.
Charles Manson built his entire following, all while looking like shit
You see, it’s quite simple. Based on the ratio of women to men in this city–and on planet Earth–men have carte blanche in terms of their aesthetic. Women are basically just happy to encounter a straight man in the modern epoch. If you have a dick (which you probably don’t), a woman will be more interested in that fact than acknowledging that you’ve spend thousands of dollars on manscaping, designer clothes and a condo (the whole Patrick Bateman package). Just be your slovenly self. If I could, I would, but I’m missing a dick.
Like women, men are perfectly capable of tantalizing with their genitalia. Though many people don’t talk about the fact that men tend to be pussy teases more than women tend to be cock teases in this era of ever-shifting gender identity, it’s very much a fact. It’s so difficult to get men to give it up these days without putting on airs of not actually wanting it.
Overall sentiments regarding pussy teases
The moral of the story is, if you’re going to tease the pussy, you best please the pussy. There’s nothing less attractive than a man who acts offput by a woman with a strong libido. The dainty Williamsburg man tends always to be horrified by a sexually appetitive person–it just proves too intimidating for them. Although, I will make the concession, that, if they’re doing it right, men have a lot more work cut out for them in the bedroom. But, at the same time, orgasms come (no pun intended) much more easily to them.
Everything you need to know about the evolution of Williamsburg is summarized in the existence of the Dunkin’ Donuts on North 7th and Bedford. It’s every shade of wrong, I don’t care how elegant and inviting the wood paneling and gold-tone logo looks to you. For you to give in to its temptations is an utterly dickless move.
Dunkin’ Donuts, as only Williamsburg could imagine it
Whether you’re going there for a “coffee date” or just picking up a cup on the way to the subway before you go to your freelance job in the city or, more than likely, at the edge of the waterfront, there really isn’t any viable excuse for you to set foot into this establishment. You’d show more respect going into the Tasti D-Lite at the corner of North 6th. At least it’s been there longer than the span of Miley’s career.