'Trill' will be only word to summarize A$AP Rocky's introductory interview with complex. Discussing various topics from living in Harlem, his infatuation with the Houston culture, the upcoming Club Paradise Tour, Fashion and most importantly bringing Woodstock to the city of New York.
I'm on a boat! ...in the sky.
"Blowin' Bin Ladie in my Porsche 911..."
The 2nd Annual OVO Festival from Exclusive Access on Vimeo.
The women of Toronto are prostitutes. They only care about money and status. The most attractive women sell themselves to the highest bidders.
You hardly meet any attractive single women in Toronto because they are afraid their friends will look down on them – it’s a status thing. That’s why a woman in Toronto will hold on to her boyfriend, even if he’s a total douchebag, rather than stay single. She’ll only leave him when she’s got another guy lined up – it’s called the monkey bar. Only the uglies, the fatties, and the crazies who are unable to hold on to a token man are left on the market. Enjoy shopping for damaged goods.
In the bars and in the clubs, women get together with their friends to dance with their backs to the crowd, not to meet single men. They’ve already brought their asshole boyfriends (you know the ones, the guys who shoved you aside to let their group push through the crowd into your spot) and they’re going to have a good time and ignore everybody else. The “creeps” and seduction masters hover on the periphery. It’s the T-dot Shore – no wonder they wanted to film a show here – the animals at the watering hole are so obliging.
Toronto women are not looking to meet men anywhere other than in their narrowly-defined time and place – the bitch-face is on all-day, every day until Saturday night, when the few, desperate remaining single women will drunkenly sleep with a douchebag or a hipster selling a slick line of unlikely bullshit. In the revealing light of day, they hide what they’ve done and complain to their bitchy girlfriends about their asshole boyfriends and lament, “there aren’t any good men out there.”
Men, if you want to meet decent women, don’t look here. The women here are well-dressed cunts and you’re better off without them.
There is a serious problem in this city. Women here are severely dysfunctional, to the degree that they are making life miserable, both for themselves and for the men around them. The typical Toronto woman is a graceless, mindless byproduct of modern feminism, who vehemently believes what she has been taught since she was old enough to listen: that she is a beautiful enigma — an enchanting yin-yang of unimpeachable virtue, and endearing imperfection. She is cripplingly vain, yet deeply insecure. She speaks too much, and too loudly, and is oblivious to her own banality. She has slept with far too many men to be considered relationship material, because she knows nothing about herself, about men, or about love itself.
As men, we see it every day. Toronto women walk around as if they did not notice men were present. They talk on their phones on the streetcars as if in their living rooms, airing the weekend’s dirty laundry in loud, irritating voices. They become perversely absorbed in their reflections in elevators, or even shop windows. They do not move for anyone on the sidewalks. They stomp around with anything from subtle sourness to outright mannish aggression. They believe that modesty, class and decorum are antiquated, sexist notions, and therefore behave in the extreme opposite manner.
This is the monster that feminism has created. It’s inescapable in this city — it has infected public education, parenting, psychology, television, universities, and all forms of social expression to the point where its effects can be observed in body language alone. Canada in particular is one of the most feminized countries in the world, and Toronto is the flagship of its ugly paradigm. Look at any TV show, any radio commercial, any magazine (for men or women), and the message is the same. Men are pathetic, bumbling fetch-dogs, and women save the day with their finesse, poise, confidence, etc. A woman is told by a million voices in every direction, every day, that she is a Venus, an unsolvable mystery that should be worshipped because she is, apparently, every conceivable contradiction of character, co-existing in one divine shell. Delicate, yet strong. Meek, yet self-possessed. Sexy, yet pure. The list is never-ending. Every action a woman takes, every minor hardship or imagined struggle, is painted as an epic crusade for Womankind.
Have you noticed how many Seduction Artists originate from Toronto? Who is to blame for these moronic cheeseballs, with their theories and techniques on how to beat women at their own game? Their twisted tactics are employed by men who are baffled and bewildered by women’s general and unaccountable antipathy towards men, but who would rather adopt a phony, carefully constructed persona to get women than throw in the towel. More of us, however, have just stopped flirting with Toronto women, and are spending what are meant to be the best years of our lives bitterly navigating the atmosphere of sexual combativeness that pervades this city like a fog.
Some of us seem to be catching on, despite being brought up to revere women by default. Like Pavlov’s dog, experience is teaching us that beneath their tenuous sexual appeal, Toronto women are overwhelmingly devoid of substance, character, humility, and intelligence, and are much too narcissistic to tolerate for more than a one-night stand. Most know nothing of love, how to love, or how to be loved, and their lives are spiraling out of reality into the house of mirrors which has been constructed for them by the industries of fashion and cosmetics.
Women of Toronto — feminism has failed you. You direly need to rediscover your sexual identities from the ground up, because you are destroying the bond between men and women which is the foundation of the world. You can use any manner of defense you wish — call me bitter, misogynistic, whiny, old-fashioned — whatever. I know the truth about you, as many men do, as you yourselves will bitterly have to face when you inevitably realize that what you hold dear only serves to make you unhappy. Learn how to be feminine, to think for yourselves, to compliment men instead of compete with them. Tear down the disgusting sham, the epidemic doctrine that says men and women are the same, and please stop reading magazines altogether. Realize that the cavernous rift between us is complete fiction, and is mostly intended to keep our wallets empty. We will do our part, as men, if you simply let us.
The latest single off the upcoming Timez Are Weird These Days due out July 19th. Theo has been performing snippets of this record while on tour and was also featured as the teaser for How To Make It In America trailer.
London Town native Richie Blackz teams up with homegrown talent Wolf J for "Home" off his upcoming mixtape "All That's Left" set for realease June 11th on www.leftlaneliving.com
“I don’t come to bow... I come to conquer.”
– Bob Marley
photo: Isaac Baldizon/NBAE via Getty Images...running around thinking you got something on me, but I done did it. And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it? That's cool, I was the first one with it.
Get a quick look at the CN Towers newest incoming attraction "EdgeWalk" designed to test the limits of adrenaline junkies and bucket list connoisseurs. This could be figuratively the longest walk of your life spanning 356 meters while being suspended 1,168 feet in the sky. Expect installation and test runs (vigorously by the way) to be completed in time for the August 1st grand opening, pre-sale admissions begin June 1st.
"I love girls that are Arabian, Albanian, Caucasian-nnn"
Wu-Tang fan's rejoice, RZA (Robert Fitzergerald Diggs) has signed on for a recurring role on the upcoming season of Showtime's hit "Californication"....
"The Door is always open, but our window is always closed..."
One half of my favourite rap duo; The Clipse, Pusha T puts forth his first complete offering as a solo artist. The mixtape is starkly titled “Fear of God”, and the flow is very Tony Starks... if Tony Starks sold dope instead of arms.
Definitely a breath of fresh air, a melodic ensemble of nine tracks simultaneously rolled up into blurred love jams and the art of chivalry. Welcome to the House of Balloons...XO'.
"My visions are 20/20 so I'll be countin' a 100 100's"
The retro-dancehall inspired, Di Genius produced Pepper so hot, it damn near feels like summer... catch up dem ah play, and we ah peppah! #gullygo&d
I guess Mr.West is bringing back aboard Drake (Ghetto University) as well as G.O.O.D. Music signee Big Sean for the official remix of Epilepsy's arch nemesis "All of The Lights". Expect some major names in addition...obviously sans Fergie.
oooooooh if i should die tomorrow oh please let there let there be life#Follow Friday http://twitter.com/timothybloom
Noooooo, no need for sorrow, let's just make love until the morning light
I’d like to…I’d like to say something…something I prepared. Tonight…
Hello,
How about that ride in? I guess that’s why they call it Sin City (hahaha)
You guys may not know this, but I consider myself…a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So were two…so there was two of us in the pack. I…I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later.
And 6 months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys. I thought…wait a second, could it be. And now I know for sure, I just added 2 more guys to my wolf pack. 4 of us wolves running around the desert together, in Las Vegas looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, we make a toast!
Valentine's Day is like Black History Month... why stop after February? Lissa & P-plus make sure you'll never forget the 'L' word... or the lack there of.
"Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murciélago's"Stussy Toronto - Bun B "Keep It Trill" Instore Event from Stussy Chapters on Vimeo.
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