I know the times are different, and I know that these guys played in an entirely higher social class than most of us, but nevertheless it is interesting to note how almost effortlessly they did it with style and panache - something that can't be bought today.
Luckily it can still be taught today.
Hence, I am joining some of you who in your posts advise those entering the game to broaden their sociocultural horizons and work on becoming truly well-rounded players, perhaps to some degree of similarity to the guys described in the linked article.
At the same time I recognize that such task is almost unnecessary since idiocracy is very much today's American reality (but also near-universal trend). Not only is any cultural awareness/reflection usually seen as "faggoty" among average American men themselves, but try talking to an average dumb American bitch about anything that her little mind can't comprehend (that is, anything beyond shoes, shopping, and reality shows), and you are almost assured to eventually be hit with the "eww, creepy" line somewhere in her conversation. To be sure, in the past the women were still stupid, but at least they were in their places, they were quiet, and obedient, and listened to you intently, and batted their eyelashes like the dolls they were.
I wish I could have played in the era when these guys did:
"Those international jet setters who once roamed the polo fields, ski slopes and azure harbors of the world—always landing the girls of everyone's dreams—are gone. .."
Death of a Playboy
Luckily it can still be taught today.
Hence, I am joining some of you who in your posts advise those entering the game to broaden their sociocultural horizons and work on becoming truly well-rounded players, perhaps to some degree of similarity to the guys described in the linked article.
At the same time I recognize that such task is almost unnecessary since idiocracy is very much today's American reality (but also near-universal trend). Not only is any cultural awareness/reflection usually seen as "faggoty" among average American men themselves, but try talking to an average dumb American bitch about anything that her little mind can't comprehend (that is, anything beyond shoes, shopping, and reality shows), and you are almost assured to eventually be hit with the "eww, creepy" line somewhere in her conversation. To be sure, in the past the women were still stupid, but at least they were in their places, they were quiet, and obedient, and listened to you intently, and batted their eyelashes like the dolls they were.
I wish I could have played in the era when these guys did:
"Those international jet setters who once roamed the polo fields, ski slopes and azure harbors of the world—always landing the girls of everyone's dreams—are gone. .."
Death of a Playboy
