Archive: April 27
Radical Honesty: I Think You’re Fat
Here’s the truth about why I’m writing this article:
I want to fulfill my contract with my boss. I want to avoid getting fired. I want all the attractive women I knew in high school and college to read it. I want them to be amazed and impressed and feel a vague regret over their decision not to have sex with me, and maybe if I get divorced or become a widower, I can have sex with them someday at a reunion.
To be totally honest, I was sorry I mentioned this idea to my boss about three seconds after I opened my mouth. Because I knew the article would be a pain in the ass to pull off.
What I mentioned to my boss was this: a movement called Radical Honesty.
The movement was founded by a sixty-six-year-old Virginia-based psychotherapist named Brad Blanton. He says everybody would be happier if we just stopped lying. Tell the truth, all the time. This would be radical enough — a world without fibs — but Blanton goes further. He says we should toss out the filters between our brains and our mouths. If you think it, say it. Confess to your boss your secret plans to start your own company. If you’re having fantasies about your wife’s sister, Blanton says to tell your wife and tell her sister. It’s the only path to authentic relationships. It’s the only way to smash through modernity’s soul-deadening alienation. Oversharing? No such thing.
Read the entire article and all its greatness
(warning there is some language): Esquire
Image source: Perception Public Relations
OTHER ARTICLES TO GET YOUR BUTT IN GEAR:
People Are Awesome
“The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago.
The second best time is now.”
Walk Down Memory Lane
Go somewhere that brings back childhood memories
Inspired by: Lyved
CRASH INTO ME: Being a Dad is the Coolest Thing Ever
There are some blog posts that simply write themselves – the content is so compelling and/or poignant and/or humorous that you simply let your fingers go crazy and hope your brain doesn’t screw anything up.
This should be one of those posts, because…
I’m proud to introduce my first-born son – Crash Myers – to “the world.”
(I’m putting an emphasis on “should write itself,” because my sleep-deprived brain is working at the same capacity as a bowl of instant oatmeal.)