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How to Win any Conversation

A couple of professionals at work.

If modern punditry has taught us anything, it’s this: conversation is a competitive sport. Building on that theme, the best way to win a conversation is not with thorough knowledge of the subject matter or even a viewpoint based upon a coherent ethos. No, if you’re looking to take down a linguistic opponent, you need to acknowledge the fact that you’re engaged in psychological warfare and accept that nothing is out of bounds. Once you’ve removed the competitive strait-jacket created by common decency and reason, you can launch a full scale attack on your opponent’s psyche before they’ve had a chance to say a word.

What follows is a set of strategies and basic phrases you can implement in a variety of social situations that will put your verbal sparring partner on the defensive, even if they weren’t aware they were competing in the first place.

The Thumbs Down. Americans have been flipping each other the bird since they were rocking Model T’s to silent movies, and frankly, it’s played out. Does anyone on the receiving end of the middle finger even get offended anymore? Certainly not me, I just assume that the giver of the one-finger salute is a douchebag and return to my usual routine of changing lanes without signaling and passing people on the right hand side while texting. If you really want your fellow motorist to do some soul-searching, flash them the thumbs down. It’s the open road equivalent of their parents sitting them down and saying, “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” Next time someone pulls out in front of you on a one-lane road even though there’s no one behind you, give them the thumbs down.  It’s the best way I know to break someone’s spirit that won’t leave you open to a road rage conviction.

The “Did you get fucked up last night?” Ask this early in any conversation with a slight undertone of disapproval in your voice and you’ll put your adversary on the defensive for the rest of the discussion. Asking “Did you get fucked up last night?” insinuates that the other person looks or smells like hell, even if they don’t.  Imagine going through your morning routine, checking yourself out in the mirror and feeling good before you walk out the front door only to have someone imply that you threw your ensemble together off your bedroom floor because you spent the previous night plowing through Jaeger bombs, Parliament Lights and morally casual local singles. You’ll spend the rest of the interaction wandering what you did wrong, which is exactly why you should be the first to say it and destroy your opponent’s morale before you even get around to making your point.

The “… because I know how you get.” What good is it doing something kind if you can’t make the recipient of your good deed feel uncomfortable to an extent that’s proportionate to or greater than your sacrifice? When walking to the car with two or more people and you’re not the driver, offer the front seat to someone else: “Hey, DangerMike, you can have the front seat because I know how you get.” In doing so, you offer a material perk (sitting in the front seat) at the expense of the recipient’s dignity. By throwing “because I know how you get” on the tail end of a generous proposition, you suggest that you’re making the offer because the recipient is a petulant child who would ruin your day unless they receive the object you’re offering. When they accept, they acknowledge that it’s true. Try using it when:

  • Deciding who will hold the remote control
  • Picking a restaurant on a Friday night
  • Choosing between movies on your Netflix instant queue

The “(Insert demoralizing name here) was right about you.” It’s been said that one of the keys to being successful in business is not to take anything personally. However, it’s my opinion that you can become successful through a willingness to get more personal than anyone else.  When you find yourself in a situation that seems like it’s starting to get personal, that’s your cue to get even more personal and start pulling out names so far removed from the confrontation that you flip your opponent’s mind upside down. Suppose you find yourself in some kind of disagreement that’s escalating, it could be about anything from your failure to include the new cover sheets on your TPS reports at work to your roommate forgetting to take out the trash.  When the conversation reaches a point that it can be reconciled through compromise or continue to rage on by someone saying the wrong thing, defiantly drop this: “Lumberg/my mom/your ex-boyfriend/best friend was right about you.” I’d offer suggestions on how to proceed from there, but you’ve already firebombed their self-esteem and probably taken their will to live, just let your inner looter and rioter take care of any unfinished business.

That fence ain't gonna whitewash itself... which is why you need to trick your friends into doing it for you.

The “You know how to (insert desired action here), don’t you?” Daniel Vare once said, “Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else have your way.” This next tactic feels a lot more like manipulation, and probably is, but I’ll call it diplomacy so that I don’t infringe on Dick Chaney’s patent.  In any event, should you find yourself in a situation where something needs to get done and you have ample hands on deck besides your own to complete the task at hand, that’s when you’ll want to pull out this maneuver. For instance, you’re moving into your apartment with the assistance of a couple friends and the floor needs to be mopped.  All you need to do is come up with a reason for yourself to leave that sounds like work, such as, “I’m gonna drive back to the old place and see if there’s anything we forgot.” Then as you’re about to walk out the door, hand the mop to your friend, along with the following, “You know how to mop, don’t you?” Maintain eye contact for a quick moment to convey sincerity, and then bolt.  They’ll realize for themselves that if the job isn’t done before you return, they’re basically telling you that they don’t know how to complete this basic task. The beauty of this one is that you needn’t be a slave to the script. For instance:

  • “I’ve gotta run to the bathroom, you know what’s in a martini, right?”
  • “I’ll make the coffee, you’ve made an omelet before, haven’t you?”
  • “I’ll grab some napkins, I’m assuming you know how to light a charcoal grill?”
  • “We need some drinks, you’ve pumped your own gas before, right?”

At this point, I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that after a week or two of regularly implementing these conversational strategies, people will probably stop liking you and you’ll start to feel your soul shrinking as if it were a grape becoming a raisin. Apparently, that’s the going rate for repeated and ruthless efforts to seize victory. Then again, it never seems to bother Kobe Bryant.

Poll: Should Mermaid Drive to Cincinnati

You guys, I need help. I hate severe weather and I am supposed to drive 5 hours to Cincinnati tonight, through the perils of Indiana. Let’s check out this image: If you were me would you drive straight through those rectangles of death? I will not fare well if I see a twister on the Indiana plain.

If you were me, what would you do?  Would you say bring it on and voluntarily drive through 5 hours of thunderstorms, watching the driver grip the wheel in anxiety and frustration, knowing that a twister could be lurking nearby? Does anyone have any tips for me on how to out-run a tornado?
All I have learned from years of television is to climb up underneath an overpass if a tornado is near, which seems risky to me in the event that the twister demolishes the overpass.

A Promise to You on this Valentine’s Day

Hello friends, been awhile.

While parousing around the interwebs on this lovely afternoon, I ran across a few blogs that made me stop for a second and think. These blogs made me think of what love means to me and how it relates to blogging and the digital world. For that, I offer up a few promises on this Hallmark-of-a-holiday.

1) I promise to never EVER create a blog with my significant other. I stumbled across a few blogs that are co-written by a couple. This seems to go against everything blogging should stand for. We at TBSE are open to all opinions and ideas. There have been few times that a TBSE member has tried to censor another. For my money, I have probably seen this happen once or twice and both times might have come from me directly. That said, this blog is not in the business of holding back opinions. How does this relate to couples writing a joint blog? Well, I’m pretty sure if your SO posts the photo of Kate Upton in her SI swimsuit glory, the female SO is going to surely get pissed. Now, that person may get pissed if you write for another blog but if you share an account, you can bet your hard work writing about Kate Upton’s ass is going to get nixed. For god sake dudes and dudettes, keep the blogging separate.

2) This brings me to my next point, I hysterically wrote a V Day love note to my fb sweetie, a man who I have no romantic involvement with as I am straight, and a man who I have a love hate relationship with. The reason I did this was to mock every gesture made by boyfriends and girlfriends professing their undying love to their SO on this here V Day. You are probably thinking, “Hot D, take the stick out from up your ass! Just because you don’t have a valentine doesn’t mean you need to hate on everyone else!” For this, I would arguing the following: 1) I’m happy to be alone on V Day and 2) if you think that posting a fb status for all to see is a romantic gesture, then you are bat shit crazy. It might be sweet, it might be cute, but come on – do something that is a little more involved and complex than a fb status…leave the teen antics to the teenieboppers.

3) Finally, as robthewelterweight put so well this morning, V Day is for the birds. I promise to talk about love and relationships throughout the year and offer high quality advice and predictions. As you may remember, I predicted an increase in sexual related activity in 2012 by a whopping 15%, how is everyone doing on this? Have you increased your numbers? Or are your stats trending downward like Albert Pujols over the past few years? Either way, I predict happiness in your relationships if you follow my first two promises here on VDay 2012…oh and don’t buy flowers today, wait till tomorrow, it will be such a nice (not to mention cheaper) surprise tomorrow.

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Public Service Announcement: Valentine’s Day is for the Birds

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!  Today is all about looking that special someone in the eye and telling them how much they mean to you( in case you’re a giant asshole and somehow neglected to do those things the other 364 days of the year).  Why?  Because 1-800 Flowers, Russell Stover and Hallmark guilted you into it, that’s why.  How ironic is it that we celebrate what’s supposed to be a lifelong relationship each year with cut flowers that will die in three days and unrealistically sweet food that’s in no way nourishing? Not to mention the fact that we’re encouraged to tell someone how we feel with words that someone else wrote.  The entire charade stinks to high hell, and frankly, it’s for the birds.

That’s why the ‘Nator and I rebelled against the institution of Valentine’s Day from the get go. From the beginning of our courtship, we’ve been keenly aware of what would make our own or any relationship successful: a heightened libido and lowered expectations. That’s why we headed to Art’s Bar & Grill in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina for an afternoon of all you can eat oysters, Erotic Photo Hunt and pitchers of Pabst Blue Ribbon for our first Valentine’s Day together.  I think we even wore sweatpants.

The fact of the matter is that there’s no need to church up romance with fine dining and wine that comes in a fancy bottle, which is why the ‘Nator and I plan to continue the tradition of oysters and PBR long after we have to up the ante to Cialis and Tom Collins.  I hope you’ll choose to foster an honest romance and do the same this Valentine’s Day.

Oh, and if anyone can tell me how to throw a Megatouch machine on our wedding registry, I’d be much obliged.

This just in– I make Ghandi look like a child pornographer: The story of charity, compassion, and a guy’s wife “switching teams”

It was Sunday Funday, the week before the Super Bowl, and I was in DC’s Chinatown, vigorously tipping back Tsingtao’s in honor of the Chinese New Year.  Some friends and I were signed up to participate in a scavenger hunt where we had to run around collecting various items/taking pictures of ourselves/visiting local watering holes to complete the challenge.  Upon completion, your name would be entered in a raffle to win various prizes and tickets to events around the DC area.  Prizes included: Gift cards to bars, tickets to plays, sporting events, and concerts.  I happened to be the lucky guy who won 2 tickets to see Rise Against on Sunday Feb. 5th at 7pm (i.e. the exact time of the Super Bowl).

Being the keen capitalist I am (and not being that in to angsty rock music), I decided to throw the tickets on Craigslist to try and line my pockets with a little extra greenery.  $25 a pop was below face ticket value so I wasn’t trying to price gauge the person who would be buying the tickets.  I also included a little tid bit on the ad saying “$25 each OR write me an essay (500 words of less) explaining to me why you deserve the tickets more than anyone else.

I had 5 responses from willing buyers.  Clearly $25 per ticket was a steal!  But then, out of the blue, about 28 hours after posting the ad and I was in the process of lining up a meeting place with a buyer, one gentleman wrote me this essay:

Hi,

I have a 14 year old son who I have very little in common with since he hit his teen years, except music. Whenever I can I take him to concerts. We’ve driven to Rock-A-Thon in Syracuse the last two years and seen Avenged Sevenfold, STP, Bush, Hollywood Undead, Seether, etc. Last year I had to drive him to Cleveland to see Rise Against and Bad Religion because I was on work travel when they played in town.

He won’t do homework for me, never wants to have “father-son” chats, and has never forgiven his mother and I for our 6-month marital separation 4 years ago (she “switched teams” which was cool at first, but then went overboard). I just want to take him to the show for another rare bonding moment that might get me some positive mentions when he pours his heart out to his therapist in 10 years about what terrible parents we were.

But I suppose  the tickets are gone huh?  Let me know.
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I can’t really empathize with the man because I’m not a father, but I’ve seen enough television to know this is a serious situation.  The fact that the man has a tough relationship with his kid and then tossed in the fact that his wife “switched teams on him” and “it was cool at first, but then went overboard” made my decision quite easy– this man was getting the tickets.  We promptly set up a time to meet and I met him and his son and gave them the tickets.  It was a nice moment and I felt like I was making this guy and his kid’s entire weekend.

The moral of the story is, giving really feels better than receiving.  Is this extremely cliche? Yes.  However, is it true? You’re goddamn right.  Do I make Ghandi look like a child pornographer?  Probably not. I really just wanted to toot my own horn while making you laugh and want to read this post with a funny title.  Go do something nice for someone.

Scavenger Hunt pictures after the jump:

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3 Ways to Make/Save Money This Year

I’ve recently been thinking about how I can make more money. I could easily get a second job selling something (read: booze, furniture, retail shit, etc.) but that would require devoting my time and energy to something else. I don’t know about you but the idea of going from one job to just go to another one sounds absolutely terrible…so don’t do that.

There are other ways to make and save money this year. When I say make money, I also mean save because I think saving is the best way to make it sense you aren’t spending it. To begin this money making adventure, you need to understand a little bit about your vices. If you answer yes to any of the following, this will be your first way of making more money – saving money – this year.

  • Do you like going out to the “pasty” bars? or full frontal bars?
  • Do you order extremely expensive drinks (>$12) at the bar?
  • Do you go to the bar a lot?
  • Do you drive a Jeep Cherokee (like princess superstar) or other gas guzzler?
  • Do you have an SO? (significant other)
  • Is your rent ridiculously expensive?

By unloading at least one of the 5 things above, you are guaranteed to have more money in 2012.

Simple cuts in spending is one option. However, if you are without a vice this proves irrelevant to you. The second way to make/save money is to do it automatically. What I mean by this is leverage technology. Bank of America allows its customers to schedule transfers of funds from one account to another. Each month, I automatically have money transferred to my Roth IRA and into my savings account. As the Ronco rotisserie suggests, “set it and forget it”! Its like you never even knew you didn’t have the money. If you get a raise, set this up to be a percentage of your new raise and have it withdrawn at least 1 time per month.

Tax

Image by 401K via Flickr

Finally, as tax time approaches, its helpful to know if you are going to owe taxes this year. I was staring down a hugeeee tax burden, only to realize I fucked something up. If you happen to owe thousands in taxes, could you afford to pay it? Not only afford, but would you be thrilled to pay it out to Uncle Sam? I don’t know about you but the $2 I owe in taxes this year is far more than the $0 I want to owe. That said, you can do one or two things to help prevent high taxes (short of being Mitt Romney rich…oh wait, his tax % is lower than mine!…dick) 1) check your W4…when I set mine up, I put 2 deductions instead of the more popular 1. I did this as the form tells you to add 1 and 1 and that gets you 2. Call me stupid or just good at simple math but if you don’t want to deal with the fear of having to pay taxes in a large lump, you might want to elect for the 1…or 0. 2) Add more money to your 401k…I’ve been contributing a fair amount to my 401K every pay period. As income goes up, so does the amount that you are contributing. However, as your income goes up, you owe more taxes. What better way to lower your taxable income by contributing more to your 401K. For you  IRA owners out there, the Traditional IRA seems to have tax benefits…per the questions H&R Block asked. For you Roth IRA peeps, I don’t think we get the same kind of deal.

Now, I could be completely wrong about all of the above…none of this is to be taken as financial advice as I am no expert by any means. However, while poking around I started to discover some of this info so I figured I’d pass it along. How do you plan on saving money in 2012? Do you plan on doing it?

Throw out some advice or comment on what I’ve posted in the comments section.

 

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Say My Name, Say My Name

This is what happens when my blood boils

Few things in life really make my blood boil. Okay, that is a bold faced lie.

I typically get hot over stupidity, lack of efficiency, and the lack of common sense that I see on a day to day basis – whether its work related or not. There are few things that really get me, I am easy going, I am easy to please. The idea of holding someones hand, getting a warm embrace, or a small peck on the cheek are exciting things to me. They aren’t that exciting but they surely make you feel all warm in side!

What doesn’t make me warm in side is stupidity. Today’s stupid thing that annoyed me deals with the title of this fair post – saying my name. No, you sickos, not while you are laying on your back (or me lying on my back) on my bed, name saying. I’m talking about clearly knowing someone’s name even, yes even, if you don’t know that person. Let me tell you the situation…

I am one of those weird people who has many names. In actuality, I have a first name, a middle name, and a last name. I also have copious amounts of nicknames, as you may know. Sometimes, my email address features my first name which I rarely go by. I understand when people address me as this name in an email the first time if they are unaware I go by my middle name. Its kind of nice, really, it separates the friends from the acquaintances. However, when I reply to emails after being addressed as my first name, I sign the bottom of the email reply with a signature stating my middle name – the name I would like to be addressed by.

Now, my recent exchange took 3 emails and a specific “call me this name” call out to get the person to understand the situation. This is extremely troublesome as it makes it look like you 1) don’t read the whole email and 2) don’t pay attention to details. As a customer, colleague, or anything really, this type of lack of common sense/stupidity is not only uncalled for but makes you look extremely bad. I understand that its kind of awkward to call me something other than what my email address says but I clearly lay out my name in my email signature, respect that.

So read the email fully, check the signature. Don’t botch someones name. I may have different names but I’ll tell you what I want to be called…respect that. Oh, and you can call me Hot D.

Watch “Outside Providence” Immediately

83% of people who’ve actually seen it agree: Outside Providence was the most underrated movie of 1999.  So underrated, in fact, that I somehow left it off the obnoxiously long tribute to the 90′s that I posted back in September.  No matter, today’s post seeks right that injustice by serving up one of the funniest movie scenes that anyone could ever reasonably hope to see.  If you disagree, you probably have no discernible sense of humor or you’ve accidentally stumbled onto this post while searching for al Qaeda’s home page. In any event, once you’re done viewing the clip I’ll have to insist that you rent Outside Providence at your local Redbox, buy it on iTunes or do whatever you kids do to watch your motion pictures these days.

Oh, and there’s a post script you might be interested in. Tuna says he stink-fingered the girl who sent the ass pic.

 
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