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Jonathan: At one time, it was great what we had... the kidding around. It can't have a natural time span. Affairs can't dissolve in a good way. There's always got to be poison. I don't see why, I really don't see why!
Posted on 03/15/2008 4:35:53 PM PDT by shrinkermd
...Then they go into one of those fields like law, medicine or politics, where a person’s identity is defined by career rank. They develop the specific social skills that are useful on the climb up the greasy pole: the capacity to imply false intimacy; the ability to remember first names; the subtle skills of effective deference; the willingness to stand too close to other men while talking and touching them in a manly way.
And, these people succeed and enjoy their success. When Bigness descends upon them, they dominate every room they enter and graciously share their company with those who are thrilled to meet them.
...But then, gradually, some cruel cosmic joke gets played on them. They realize in middle age that their grandeur is not enough and that they are lonely. The ordinariness of their intimate lives is made more painful by the exhilaration of their public success. If they were used to limits in public life, maybe it would be easier to accept the everydayness of middle-aged passion. But, of course, they are not.
And so the crisis comes. Perhaps alpha male gorillas don’t wake up in the middle of the night feeling sorry for themselves because “nobody knows the real me.” But those of us in the business of covering the great and the powerful know that human leaders have an almost limitless capacity for self-pity.
They seek to heal the hurt. Maybe they frequent prostitutes because transactional relationships are something they understand. But in other cases, they just act like complete idiots.
I don’t know if you’ve seen a successful politician or business tycoon get drunk and make a pass at a woman. It’s like watching a St. Bernard try to French kiss. It’s all overbearing, slobbering, desperate wanting. There’s no self-control, no dignity.
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Simpler explanation: Some men are just pr*cks.
What is your opinion about journalists pretending to be psychiatrists? It seems to be a New York thing..
Brooks is a better psychiatrist than Krauthammer is a pundit.
Balderdash! You getting a glimpse inside the anti-truth, criminal mind. Witness it.
Correction: You are getting a glimpse inside the anti-truth, criminal mind. Witness it.
I’m not sure it is connected with A-male traits. I have observed that many professional politicians attain a concept of invisibility. They really believe that no one can see what they are doing because they have got away with so much already.
Plus, I doubt that this is a new condition. He was probably a pr*ck when he was in elementary school.
He’s just gotten away with it for so long that he got a little too arrogant and convinced that he was untouchable. That’s what usually happens to people like that; not a sudden existential “who am I and why am I here” crisis, but plain old tripping on the overgrown ego.
C'mon. Guys are horny. Do you get paid by the word?
“Inside the Criminal Mind” - Stanton Samenow BTTT!
Corrected.
I lol’d.
Jonathan: At one time, it was great what we had... the kidding around. It can't have a natural time span. Affairs can't dissolve in a good way. There's always got to be poison. I don't see why, I really don't see why!
I feel sorry for the men who have missed the overpowering intoxication brought on by/in the presence of a gorgeous, inviting female. I think that I would have rather chewed off my arm rather than miss the time I’ve enjoyed with one, illicit and wrong as it was.
It’s not really just base stupidity. He just thought he was untouchable, invincible. Nothing is going to bring me down. Prideful. Believed his own PR. Overconfident.
IMO, Psychiatry and Journalism are just about on equal footing.
it's cause neither of them deal in reality.
An A-male in any walk of life is a horndog. He has a gallon of testosterone in his veins. That’s why he’s a horndog. Not many can resist the primal urge to act it out.
Meant to say “that’s why he’s an A-Male.”
Do it while you’re not married. You don’t have to be a liar and a cheat to enjoy a beautiful woman.
Ah, Spitzer: yesterday he was a p*ick, today he is a p*ick, tomorrow he will be a p*ick. This condition doesn't leave a lot of room for advancement.
One can hardly choose the time. It happens.
You can always say, "No."
I did. My body did not respond in the appropriate way.
I am sorry for your wife—if you have one.
Me too, had a wife but couldn’t keep her, lots of other intervening things left us quite apart at the time of my falling for another. Passion took over both my correspondent and I.
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