N: in which a man's head is tucked into the largest flap of flabby skin on the loagiest, fattest hooker one can find. Once head is tucked, it is henceforth jiggled around in the flap. Flapdance.
Jay: Hey, my boy's having a bachelor party this friday, I want to play a prank on him.
Sam: Go give Fat Linda a call and get that man a flapdance.
The feeling of being completely sated, either figuratively such as after a walk in the woods, or physically after a large pizza with garlic cheese bread on the side. And chips. And a large tub of ice cream.
I should go for a walk up the hill tomorrow to get some overdue filluppance
I'm going to order everything on the menu, I want a bit of filluppance
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.”