noun {lahy-brair-ee-uhl kom-pleks}
a Post-Freudian theory of an all too unrecognized complex held by ALL nonlibrarian males and females; desire to possess the sexual powers of the averagelibrarian.
Male patron in library queue to take out the latest Stephen King novel: (Wolf Whistle at the librarian behind the reference desk) Damn she's hot!
Female friend of male patron: (pouting) You never whistle like that for me. :-(
Male patron: (rolls eyes) You're not a librarian. Librarians are sexier then all of us. You have a librarial complex my jealous unsexy friend.
As opposed to Royally Fucked, someone is Librarily Fucked when they lose library books that were to be returned a long time ago. Typically, these books will have been stolen, forgotten on a bus or at a café or simply gone. One is Librarily Fucked when or if the library sends multiple demands for the books return, and one has developed an irrational fear of walking past the building in which the library is situated.
"-Shit, this is my fourth notice to return that book. I don't know where it is! -Man, you are librarily fucked."
"John opened the mailbox and saw the red letters on the envelope. With trembling hands, he realized he was librarily fucked."
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.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"
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.”