Hym "Seriously. The fattest, most bloated piece of shit anyone has ever seen. It isn't even the fat, though, is the crazy part. It's the bloatedness. You look inflatable. If you asked any women... Who she would rather be locked in a room with for 7 days... Showed her a picture of both of us... You could tell her WHO I AM... Full context... And she would STILL choose me over you. You look like you can feel your skeleton floating around in your... I mean- You can't even call it a body. It just IS fat. I could work out. I could get in shape. But no matter what I did, I could never get that distribution of fat on my body. That's it. That's the reason."
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.”