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Name: Mike Birthday: 6/23/1986 Gender: Male
Interests: Nothing. I'm boring. I'm dry. Don't get to know me Expertise: I'm very good at doing needless stuff Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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| This past saturday evening, at aproximately 11:15PM, I got a phone call from a "Restricted" number. So I picked it up
For the first few seconds, we couldn't hear each other because my
apartment is a black hole in the universe of cell phone reception.
It took a while, but I got some information out of her:
1) Her name is Ashley
2) I gave her my phone number at Margarita Grill the former evening
3) I was drunk
I told her that she was mistaken, perhaps she had the wrong number. She
called me an asshole and hung up. At this point, I'd like to clear some
things up.
1) I don't know any Ashley off the top of my head
2) There is no Margarita Grill in Ann Arbor
3) I wasn't THAT drunk friday night
4) It took almost 3 minutes of talking for her to even give me her name
5) Her number was labeled "Restricted"
I have my own little theory of what happened, but let's run through the options.
1) Somebody in Grand Rapids (or anywhere else with a Margarita Grill)
posed as me and handed out my phone number to an unsuspecting Ashley
(in which case, I'm sorry Ashley)
2) Some girl is having fun with me (in which case I will be back in GR soon)
3) Some guy got a girl to call me
4) I actually was at a Margarita Grill on friday evening flirting with Ashley
No matter how much I wish it was option 4, I'm pretty sure I know what
happened. After all, I've only gotten one other phone call from a
"Restricted" number in my life.
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I’m Surrounded by Frickin’ Idiots: a Theory on Jewish
Intelligence
By Michael Herbach
Stereotypes
exist for a reason: consider that they might just be correct. And by ‘correct’
I don’t mean true for everybody who
fits that description. I’m just talking in general. A good
mathematician/physicist/statistician friend of mine told me that it is
undeniably true that 90% of American Jews are assholes. I definitely fall under
that 90% and I know it. This could be debated. What cannot be debated is the
fact that Jews are generally considered to be smart, and who can blame the
general public in thinking that? I mean, take a look at the demographic of
successful lawyers and businessmen and I bet you’ll notice some sort of
pattern.
The notion
that all Jews are smart is slightly
incorrect. Here is my theory, based on countless study cases of the significant
cross-section of American Jews that I have either met or observed: the average intelligence of Jewish males
rises (or at least maintains) over time, while the average intelligence of Jewish females decreases significantly with
every successive generation. I won’t give you all of my evidence regarding
this, because you can easily gather evidence for this by yourself. And if you
are a female Jew and don’t think that this applies to you, it probably doesn’t.
Read carefully: I said average
intelligence.
To be fair,
over the last 5000 years Jewish men and women have not been given equal
opportunities to learn. I believe it is written somewhere in ancient Hebrew
bylaws that holy books are to be burned rather than fall into the hands of
women. And up until the latter 1900’s women were not on equal footing with men
even in the United States.
It is important to note that this fact is
not an excuse.
Equal
opportunities do exist these days, and I’ll be happy to prove to you why, but
for our sake just assume that I’m right about it and adjust your thought
process accordingly. There are equal opportunities for employment and
especially education these days, and it is a proven fact that women can learn
faster than men in some areas. Yet the average intelligence of Jewish females
continues to decline. Why? There are three possible explanations:
- Jewish
women are genetically inferior to Jewish men,
- The
lack of intelligence has been forced upon Jewish women against their will,
- Jewish
women are less intelligent or inferior by choice.
When I use the word “inferior,” I
only mean ‘less intelligent’ or less able. So don’t infer any other meanings
from this word. Let us address these options in order.
The first option – that Jewish
women are genetically inferior to Jewish men – is absurd. No single group of
people, no matter how specific you make it – and ‘Jewish females’ is hardly
specific – is genetically inferior to anybody else. Hitler and slave owners
used this option to try to reinforce and justify their atrocities. This option
is both racist and sexist.
The second option certainly has
the possibility to be correct. We can certainly say that African-Americans have
“inferiority” thrust upon them by socio-economic maneuvering and years of
suppression. However, the socio-economic status of many Jewish females is above
(sometimes quite a bit above) the social mean. The abundance of Jewish females
at the University of Michigan,
and the number who live in luxury apartments in New York,
clearly disqualifies this option.
This leaves the third option,
which is less easily disqualified. Actually, it is impossible to disqualify
this option; by process of elimination, this is it. Every successive generation
of Jews is provided with better and better initial conditions, with more and
more handed to them, and a higher standard of living. For my theory to be
correct, we have to connect this option – that Jewish females are less
intelligent by choice – to my original theory (that Jewish females are less
intelligent). What we have to identify is the choice. I can do this in six (6)
steps. Bear with me:
1. People
want stuff. Call this materialism
2. In
general, women of American culture
(whatever the religion) tend to be more materialistic. (Please don’t give me
any counter-examples. I know all of the counter-examples. Trust me; I have
thought this through far more thoroughly than you possibly could.)
3. Jewish
females are a microcosm (cross-section) of American females.
4. Therefore,
Jewish females tend to be more materialistic
5. Usually,
you have to work to get what you want
a. Note:
Successful work involves intelligence and analysis
6. Many
Jewish females have their materialistic wants given to them
CONCLUSION (by Aristotelian logic): If you have everything
given to you, you stop analyzing. If you have wants, and you don’t have to work
to get what you want, you don’t work.
This seems
like an intuitive conclusion. People work because they have needs and wants. If
they have both their needs and wants provided, why would they work? If you
learn as a child that daddy will give you anything you want, you will learn how
to manipulate daddy instead of learning how to do anything else that will allow
you to satisfy your lifestyle. So there you have it; Jewish females are less
intelligent by choice, and it’s only getting worse.
Addendum:
All of this has lead to a paradox; what I like to call the
“Paradox of U of M.” The paradox is as follows:
- It
takes intelligence and analytic skills to get into and succeed at U of M.
- The
average Jewish female does not possess intelligence or analytic skills.
- Therefore,
there should be few Jewish females at U of M.
- Jewish
females are everywhere!!!
Solve that one, bitches.
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| MIKE GOES SPEED DATING
My co-worker is a representative on U of M's student
government Campus Improvement Committee, who sent me about 9 emails
about "Find your Valentine at MSA's Speed Dating!" Long story short, I
was promised a slow and painful death if I didn't show up. And
honestly, what did I have to lose?
So I get there, and my first reaction was, "Wow
there are a lot of dudes here." My second reaction was, "Wait, some of
these guys definitely DON'T need help getting a date." Seriously, there
were some decent-looking guys at this thing. The girls, however, were
of lower caliber: in short - exactly the type of girls you'd expect to
show up to a speed dating event.
Everybody is seated, etc etc etc, and we begin our
2-3 minute dates. I quickly got bored, and tried my hardest to make it
more interesting. Below are some of my moments:
1) This girl was an Asian Studies major, with a concentration in Japan. I spent two minutes making WWII jokes.
2) After college, this girl wanted to live in Southern France.
Mike: "Why would you want to live in France?"
Girl: "Because I'm French-descended"
Mike: "I'm German. Blitzkrieg!"
Girl: "I'm sorry, this isn't going to work"
3) A bit of a chubby girl, she obviously gained the weight in college,
because she was talking about high school athletics. But when she
starting talking about high jumping, I started cracking up. The last 30
seconds were seriously me gasping for breath.
4+5) After 30 seconds of conversation, I called them boring and asked how they could live with themselves.
After getting up from talking to one particularly
boring girl, I commented that "I'd rather mainline Draino than continue
this" and spent the next 20 minutes flirting with my friend's (the
organizer's) girlfriend.
And when I woke up, alone and well-rested, I had a quite chuckle to myself.
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For some reason, Jews and Catholics
get together well. I’m not saying that the religious leaders can cooperate or
even talk civilly to each other; but as a general rule, the average Jew and the
average Catholic can start a successful relationship.
Now, you wouldn’t think this could
even be true, and I’m with you; this defies logic. The doctrinal differences
are pretty great, but on closer inspection, things get blurred. This does not
explain the volume of romantic relationships that result.
This Jew-Catholic phenomenon was
brought to my attention recently at a friend’s party, and I started thinking.
This is what I came up with:
- My
grandfather (Jewish) married a Catholic woman. Ten children were raised
Catholic
- My dad
(Jewish) married a Catholic woman. My mom has since converted and both my
sister and I were raised Jewish.
- My
good friend (Jewish) is seeing a Catholic girl. For the past 3 years. His
parents are Jewish-Catholic. So are her parents.
- Everybody
I’m living with next year is either Jewish or Catholic, and all of their
girlfriends and boyfriends are either Jewish or Catholic. Half of their
parents are Jewish-Catholic pairings.
- One of
my best female friend’s father is Catholic, and he married a Jewish woman.
Children raised Jewish.
- I’ve
dated at least as many Catholic girls as I have Jewish girls.
I don’t know why; it just works.
Until this point, I haven’t even thought about it that much, but upon close
inspection it is generally true that Jews and Catholics get together well.
Jews are
the Chosen People, so what does that say about the Catholics? Ireland for the
Irish!
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| It has come to my attention how many un-posted little essays I have
left from last year, so I might be accelerating the posting rate. Try
to keep up.
This beauty I wrote near the middle of freshman year of college.
To the Annoying Girls Who Always Wake Me Up
By Michael Herbach
Dear Annoying girls who always wake me up on Saturday
mornings,
I am
writing this on behalf of my roommate and myself. We have come to the
conclusion that you and your friends have crossed the line from mere
annoyingness to “unforgivable annoyingness.” This is a result of several
things. The first thing that makes you unforgivably annoying is that you are
waking us up. Imagine one of the fire alarms that have consistently woken us up
in the past few months. To my roommate and me, you are the biological version
of a fire alarm. The second reason that you are unforgivably annoying is that
it is a Saturday morning. On any
given Saturday, I probably went to bed at approximately 3:30 AM, or maybe later. I am usually quite intoxicated
when I do, and this leads to massive hangovers. And it’s only worse with my
roommate; you don’t mess with this guy when he’s drunk or hung over.
If the
annoyingness of your actions has not pierced the ever-present fog that seems to
surround any rational thought you may have, allow me to explain further. When
my roommate and I are asleep, the last things we want to hear are a couple
girls squealing like impaled pigs outside our door. It is amazing how two or
three girls will spend the night drinking together, share the exact same
experiences, remember all of it, and yet – without fail – they have to recount
the night, minute by minute, in the
loudest and most high-pitched voices this side of Cindy Lauper. I don’t want to
hear how many people you met last night that you haven’t seen in a while. I
don’t want to hear how much you drank, or with whom, or where. The end result
of this is that my roommate and I know more about your actions than any human
should.
However, if
you find yourself unable to keep your misdeeds and alcohol-induced adventures
to yourself, we understand. We are, however unlikely it may seem, understanding
enough to know that a horrible story may seem great to the teller. So if you must squeal about your night, we
have put together some ground rules:
- No
stories are to be told, nor is any more than bare minimum of noise to be
made before our door is open and we are both playing music.
There. One rule; I’m sure you can
follow one rule. We don’t ask any
more than that. But unfortunately it has been observed that you cannot follow
this one rule, so we have imposed sanctions against you and your friends. They
are:
- We
will no longer supply you with alcohol. No matter how much we over-charge
you, it is not worth the extra hour or two of sleep we lose. It is insane
to subsidize our own torture.
- You
are going to be greeted with dirty looks until such time as we are fully
awake and have shaken off the hangovers. From past experience, this could
take a while.
- We
will talk in negative terms about you to all of our friends. Trust us; you
are going to be cast in a negative light. Our goal in this is to minimize
the sexual gratification you receive, so we won’t have to hear about it on
Saturday mornings.
So there it is; we’re sick and
tired of hearing about your nights. We don’t care about the fucked-up
situations that you repeatedly get yourself into because you lack any social
skills. And there is nothing quite akin to being awoken by a squeal that would
make any pig cough and blink.
However,
there is a way that you can get us to lift the sanctions. Consider this a
compromise: you get to keep your mid-morning story-telling sessions, we get
blowjobs. This was heavily debated, but in the end blowjobs seemed fair. We
hereby commit ourselves to the following promise: All of our complaints will be
silenced forever if we get a steady schedule of pole-polishing. For every
morning that you wake us up, your entire group is to enter our room, shut the
door behind you, and proceed to pleasure us. But do me first, because my
roommate takes a while to wake up.
Sincerely,
A pissed off but inherently reasonable man and his roommate.
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