A first-class, lifelong loser, especially a loser toward which one might feel some sympathy, but to whom failure clings inescapably and is best avoided, lest they drag you down with them.
Phrase was inspired by the kid in elementary we all knew, who was nice, but none of us wanted to be around because s/he had a faint smell of urine to them.
B: Who was that guy you were talking to?
J: Guy I used to go to high school with. Haven't seen him in a while.
B: Cool, invite him to the Halloween party.
J: Naah, he's a nice guy, but he smells like piss and broken dreams.
B: Damn, you're nice.
J: No, trust me, I'm doing you a favor.
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.”