I know I promised I’d write something about What We Learned When We Infiltrated a “Pickup Artist” Seminar (if you haven’t read it yet, you should) that appeared in Lemondrop last week. But, on second thought, I’ve decided not to.
I’m probably one of the least appropriate people to comment on it. First of all, I’m a lot older than those women, or any of the boys who were participating in that seminar (I’m assuming. And I’d bet money on that assumption.). And I’ve never seen the VH-1 show they’re talking about and only vaguely know from other blogs who this Mystery dude is.
The truth is, I think there’s a generation/demographic gap that affects my ability to find anything sympathic about these guys. I’m a child of the 70s and 80s and therefore grew up before this so-called hooking-up culture. Hell, I had to take ballroom dancing classes in phys ed. It was mandatory. Every boy had to learn to look a girl in the eye and ask her to dance.
So I’m just gonna keep my specific comments on this article to myself.
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