SMR: (serial midget rapist) is a gangbanger that hangs around his taller attractive friends. He can't get any without spiking your drink at a party, since he is so short he can get away with it because you would just look over his head; he is not actively in your line of vision. An SMR stutters when he finds a mildly attractive mate and turns red like a tomato when someone feels up his trail patch of tears.
In a sentence:
In a sentence:
"Yo check out that fucking (SMR) Serial Midget Rapist if you were any taller he'd shag you like a deranged rabbit."
"I think that (SMR) Serial Midget Rapist roofed my friend because she like passed out and thought she felt a leprechaun ejaculate in her hair."
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.”