two dumbasses with big hearts and no brains despite the fact that some of us rather enjoy the company of these athletic men with abs carved of gold and shoulder blades made of marble. they are pure gods whom you would be blessed with being in the presence of. imagine the sexual encounters you could enjoy with the two of men. the raw tension. imagine being in a secluded cabin with us for a month. no wifi, no tv. just us steaming in the hot sexual atmosphere. amazing.
"hey are those Jesse and Carlos?"
"no, they're just dumbasses"
"what's the difference?"
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”