I couldn't have said it any better.
You want to know the only thing you can assume about a broken down old man? It's that he's a survivor.
Henry Rollins on fat girls
I couldn't have said it any better.
You want to know the only thing you can assume about a broken down old man? It's that he's a survivor.
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And the top comments on that Youtube video talk sense:
And in reply to a feminist/white knight/take your pick, who said, "what a sexist dick."
And the top comments on that Youtube video talk sense:
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I find it REALLY funny how half of the fucking girls commenting on this page calling Henry a "pig" or whatever else think there's something wrong with wanting to date a female whose in shape and not overweight. LIKE you girls really give "fat" guys a chance, or walk up to them and talk to them? Stop being fucking hypocrites, some guys just DON'T want a female who cant take care of herself.
And in reply to a feminist/white knight/take your pick, who said, "what a sexist dick."
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Actually... that's antithesis to sexist. That's treating women like equals.
Rollins is the man.
It looks like that might have been part of a Black Flag documentary, I would like to see the whole thing.
It looks like that might have been part of a Black Flag documentary, I would like to see the whole thing.
Nice. I'm actually surprised to hear him talk like that because these days he seems really into all these liberal causes like gay rights and stuff. I wouldn't be surprised if he's now a male feminist too since virtually all militant pro-gay people are feminists as well.
Btw, I heard an interview with him once where he said he had a pretty tough time with women growing up. He didn't get his first girlfriend until a pretty late age and said he'd wondered if a chic was ever going to like him.
Btw, I heard an interview with him once where he said he had a pretty tough time with women growing up. He didn't get his first girlfriend until a pretty late age and said he'd wondered if a chic was ever going to like him.
"Go be fat on someone else's time."
Classic.
Classic.
I guess I never saw what the big deal with this guys is. His criteria for women eliminate the vast majority of women in the US, and probably in the rest of the world as well. Would a beautiful EE girl be disqualified because she's naturally thin, eats well, but doesn't work out? All women are boring if by interesting he means what makes a guy interesting. So a girl can't have a glass of wine and be with him? Come on, let's get real. This is just sounds like a verbal version of 2/10, would not bang.
Quote: (03-10-2013 08:12 PM)Menace Wrote:
I guess I never saw what the big deal with this guys is. His criteria for women eliminate the vast majority of women in the US, and probably in the rest of the world as well. Would a beautiful EE girl be disqualified because she's naturally thin, eats well, but doesn't work out? All women are boring if by interesting he means what makes a guy interesting. So a girl can't have a glass of wine and be with him? Come on, let's get real. This is just sounds like a verbal version of 2/10, would not bang.
He seems to occupy the border between red pill and blue pill - red pill enough to see that females are big dumb animals but still so blue pill that he seems to think women can be judged according to men's standards. I think fully swallowing the red pill would entail seeing that women's inferiority suits them only to be either sex pets or breeding stock. Then relationships with them just become about how to fit them into these roles with a minimum of hassle and minimum risk of negative consequences from the feminist state.
The guy is pretty far left so I assume he at least pays lip service to feminism.
Quote: (03-10-2013 06:47 PM)speakeasy Wrote:
Btw, I heard an interview with him once where he said he had a pretty tough time with women growing up. He didn't get his first girlfriend until a pretty late age and said he'd wondered if a chic was ever going to like him.
That is true.
He actually grew up in DC.
It wasn't till he started lifting weights till he came into his own.
Quote: (03-10-2013 06:47 PM)speakeasy Wrote:
Nice. I'm actually surprised to hear him talk like that because these days he seems really into all these liberal causes like gay rights and stuff. I wouldn't be surprised if he's now a male feminist too since virtually all militant pro-gay people are feminists as well.
Btw, I heard an interview with him once where he said he had a pretty tough time with women growing up. He didn't get his first girlfriend until a pretty late age and said he'd wondered if a chic was ever going to like him.
You can be liberal or even progressive and still anti-feminist. It's not common, but it's definitely possible.
Full disclosure--I support gay rights/marriage, universal healthcare, etc but I'm anti-feminist as well.
Quote: (03-10-2013 06:47 PM)speakeasy Wrote:
Nice. I'm actually surprised to hear him talk like that because these days he seems really into all these liberal causes like gay rights and stuff. I wouldn't be surprised if he's now a male feminist too since virtually all militant pro-gay people are feminists as well.
Btw, I heard an interview with him once where he said he had a pretty tough time with women growing up. He didn't get his first girlfriend until a pretty late age and said he'd wondered if a chic was ever going to like him.
Years ago he was doing anti-gun commercials on MTV. Anti-gun=Liberal=feminist=pussy=gay=useless. Ironic how hard he acts on stage.
Quote: (03-10-2013 08:46 PM)thegmanifesto Wrote:
Quote: (03-10-2013 06:47 PM)speakeasy Wrote:
Btw, I heard an interview with him once where he said he had a pretty tough time with women growing up. He didn't get his first girlfriend until a pretty late age and said he'd wondered if a chic was ever going to like him.
That is true.
He actually grew up in DC.
It wasn't till he started lifting weights till he came into his own.
Another note on Rollins.
I saw him as a kid performing with Beastie Boys and Cypress Hill.
He was honestly one of the best performers I have ever seen. Top 3.
Classic line, "Go be fat on someone else's time."
I like Henry Rollins. I don't agree with some of his views, but he says good shit about a lot of things. I used to be really into Black Flag in middle school and early years of high school. I saw him and Rollins Band about 10 years ago and he puts on a great show. He was signing autographs and taking pictures afterwards like nothing.
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He was honestly one of the best performers I have ever seen. Top 3.
I also grew up listening to Black Flag and HR's band. Seen HR band a couple of times.
I met HR at one of his spoken word gigs a couple of years ago he did at a community college near my house. He was one of the most intelligent and genuine people I have ever met.
If anyone ever meets him get him to tell you his David Lee Roth story, it's fucking hilarious.
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Years ago he was doing anti-gun commercials on MTV. Anti-gun=Liberal=feminist=pussy=gay=useless. Ironic how hard he acts on stage.
I don't know much about his political views but I know with certainty that he is not a feminist. There may be some things we would disagree with him about but there is a dickload of common ground RVFers have with him: ie lifting weights, travel, educating yourself, etc.
Tell me this isn't fucking incredible:
and this:
The Iron
by Henry Rollins
I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.
Completely.
When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home crying, wondering why.
I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.
I hated myself all the time.
As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.
Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no.
He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.
Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.
Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.
Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say s--t to me.
It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.
It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.
I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.
I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr.Pepperman.
Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.
Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.
Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.
I prefer to work out alone.
It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.
I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.
Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.
The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn back.
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
This article originally appeared in Details Magazine
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Joseph Dennis "Joe" Cole (April 10, 1961 – December 19, 1991) was a roadie for Black Flag and Rollins Band. He was the best friend and roommate of the musician/author/actor Henry Rollins. His memoirs were published posthumously by 2.13.61 publishing, Planet Joe, in which he documented his experiences on the last Black Flag tour and first Rollins Band tour. He was shot and killed in a robbery at their home in Venice Beach on December 19, 1991 after the two men attended a Hole concert at the Whiskey A Go Go in Los Angeles.[1] Shortly after returning home from the concert, Cole and Rollins walked to a video store to rent a movie. As they were approaching their house on the way back they were confronted by two armed men who demanded money. Unsatisfied with the small amount of cash the men had in their pockets, the robbers ordered Cole and Rollins to go inside of their house. As Rollins unlocked the door and stepped inside, he heard a commotion behind him followed by gunshots. Rollins fled out the back door of the house and ran blocks away to a phone where he called police, narrowly escaping bullets himself. In 1992, the case was aired on Unsolved Mysteries. The murder remains unsolved. Cole was 30 years old.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Cole_(roadie)
Might explain his gun control stance. Agree or disagree the dude is an independent and original voice.
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Might explain his gun control stance. Agree or disagree the dude is an independent and original voice.
I never really hear about him with women. I know he had it rough with girls coming up but compared to other rock stars like Tommy Lee, Lenny Kravitz, Dave Navarro, Slash, etc there's very little known about the women in his life if any.
I wonder if he might be MGTOW?
I wonder if he might be MGTOW?
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There was a Times of London profile of you last year that said you and Liza Richardson, your colleague at KCRW in Santa Monica, where you both host radio shows, were dating. I was surprised by your willingness to discuss that relationship publicly, since that’s always been one of the elements of your life we haven’t heard much about.
The only thing you really hear about is that somehow I’m gay, though we can’t find any of these hot men I’ve apparently spirited away into the night. So, yes: I’m a heterosexual male who doesn’t necessarily go and broadcast the fact that I’ve had girlfriends. I’m kind of low-key, which has led some people to speculate, “Oh, he must be gay!” Why, because I’m not crass like you, having my photo taken all the time?
Liza and I went out for almost a year. We don’t go out anymore. But we work with each other. She’s great. I just wasn’t a very good boyfriend. I’m not around. There was no infidelity, of course; I’m just everywhere else. Eventually, the work creeps in, or storms in, and historically, with me, the work always takes priority. I’m a workaholic. Nine, ten months out of the year, I’m gone. So I’m a real drag for a boyfriend.
I don’t how [the author of the Times story] got on that topic. I don’t think I would have brought it up. But yeah, I went out with Liza. She’s very cool.
http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs...y-rollins/
I met the guy recently. It wasn't much more than a brief introduction but I sat in on a spoken word/poetry reading he was doing.
Ultimately, he's very narcissistic, but in a good way. He speaks his mind, and a lot. The guy is a motherfucking chatterbox and has some interesting views. There's no way any woman on earth could keep up with him, let alone a conventionally pretty one. Any woman is just going to fall flat in his eyes. He also came off as a bit socially weird and I can definitely see women being turned off in his presence. This isn't going to give him a positive view of women at all; it's probably this perpetual cycle of him being disappointed by women, him putting out that vibe, women being repelled by him, him getting more disappointed, putting out that vibe, women being repelled...etc etc.
Ultimately, he's very narcissistic, but in a good way. He speaks his mind, and a lot. The guy is a motherfucking chatterbox and has some interesting views. There's no way any woman on earth could keep up with him, let alone a conventionally pretty one. Any woman is just going to fall flat in his eyes. He also came off as a bit socially weird and I can definitely see women being turned off in his presence. This isn't going to give him a positive view of women at all; it's probably this perpetual cycle of him being disappointed by women, him putting out that vibe, women being repelled by him, him getting more disappointed, putting out that vibe, women being repelled...etc etc.
He could still bang 18 year old Black Flag fans if he wanted to. I can't really think of any other older musicians like him who can pull that off. I remember reading he was molested as a kid...
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He was honestly one of the best performers I have ever seen. Top 3.
I also grew up listening to Black Flag and HR's band. Seen HR band a couple of times.
I met HR at one of his spoken word gigs a couple of years ago he did at a community college near my house. He was one of the most intelligent and genuine people I have ever met.
If anyone ever meets him get him to tell you his David Lee Roth story, it's fucking hilarious.
Break out the story.
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Might explain his gun control stance. Agree or disagree the dude is an independent and original voice.
I've got a lot of respect for people who speak their minds and are articulate, and Rollins is both of those things. Listening to him talk about his friends death and his talk about living life to the fullest is some inspiring stuff.
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He was honestly one of the best performers I have ever seen. Top 3.
I also grew up listening to Black Flag and HR's band. Seen HR band a couple of times.
I met HR at one of his spoken word gigs a couple of years ago he did at a community college near my house. He was one of the most intelligent and genuine people I have ever met.
If anyone ever meets him get him to tell you his David Lee Roth story, it's fucking hilarious.
Break out the story.
I think this is it.
You want to know the only thing you can assume about a broken down old man? It's that he's a survivor.
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