a deragatory term for a woman's private region, and/or a woman herself, whose vagina (1) smells of moldy fish and (2) queefs so much that a group of said vaginas could replace the trumpet section of a standard orchestra.
ex girlfriends, girls from your friends one-night stand hook-up stories, girls from stories from kids you really don't consider your friends and you know are just making up stories that they hook up with girls when in real life they are probably still virgins.
*Note: Juno and Lindsay Lohan (before her crack stage) are IN NO WAY Smelly Queef Trumpets.
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.
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.”