Hello my Fabulous Weirdos! Today I am going to take a break from all the Halloween fun and talk to you today about a very modern problem of a modern weirdo : The Basic Bro. Who doesn’t love a good pigeon hole? Of course everyone is a special individual with independent thoughts and feelings (except maybe…the basic bro) but this legion of Sperry wearing, Harambee loving (dicks out), Kanye crushing, Ken dolls sticks out like a sore thumb.
Don’t get me wrong. These guys are overall tempting. Usually pretty hot, everything from the gym rat to the dad bod depending on your taste, he’s down to buy you and your friends a drink or 5, he’s funny and up to date on pop culture. Some have “small town values”, some can’t shut up about how “progressive” they are. It can all be a little overwhelming; especially mixed in with the labyrinth that is millennial dating culture. Hopefully this can be a weird little road map, to help you spot a deal with a basic bro.
The pack of bros in a unavoidable spectacle. It’s a wedding after party, a happy hour that turned into a night out, the big (or any) game is on. Who can tell?
There’s probably a bit a of a uniform going on. It could a hipster flannel/ hennely situation, oxfords and chinos, skinny jeans and V neck tees…there’s a bit of variety, each as potentially douchey as the last. When talking to a guy who travels in a pack, always bring back up. A wing girl can distract the louder, drunker, douchier friend, while you get some face time. Here’s the thing though, if he tells you where his pack is going that night or you run into him while you’re out (totally on accident, of course) and it takes everything you’ve got to get his interest, or he corners you but won’t involve you in the group, get the fuck out of there. He’s just not that into you, honey buns.
Dicks Out For Harambee
At one point I thought the “Dicks Out for Harambee” fad was limited to basic bros in training and some early college goers. How terribly fucking wrong I was. More than a handful of guys I graduated with (one basic bro I had the experiencing of “dating”) have Tweeted, Snapped, Facebooked something linking their dick to Harambee. One basic brought it up at work…not ironically. Then he went back to watching cross bow demos on live deer on YouTube. Charming.
Don’t deal, just avoid. Fucking run.
Update: 1,500 write in votes for Hamarbe as if 11/09/16. Thanks not quite alt-right bros.
In da club, we all fam. No. Go away. There is one reason guys go to clubs: drunk sluts in bandage dresses and rompers that show some under melon and heels they can handle. That’s fucking it. No one likes to stand 4 deep to get a $5 BudLight. Literally no one. Only the probability of tail makes that tolerable. Just don’t go to the club. They are only acceptable for bachelorette parties and even that’s a little thin. I went to a club for a friend’s birthday and couldn’t drink because I had a shift at 7am the next day. She twerked her way into the VIP. Guys stand one of two places in a club. 1) on the periferal or high vantage point and observe…creepily. 2) In the center stabbing chicks with their denim cocks. If the guy you like frequents da clurb, he’s not looking for anyone he wants to have a conversation with. If you’re looking for a fuck buddy, go for it. But if you want that boyfriend material…head to the microbrew.
“Grab Her by the Brain”…Uh no, thank you. “A Woman’s Place is in the House and the Senate”…Ahh! I see what you did there! I was really looking for your validation of my independence, thank you soooo much. I don’t experience many of these out in the wild and that’s because they mostly live online. They ride up on their social media platforms, defending women in the comment section, or worse, fill their Insta feeds with posts with rhetoric along the lines of the “Free the Nipple” campaign. Have you seen Matt McGorry’s Instagram feed…it’s a white knight wet dream
It’s great to find a guy that genuinely respects women and doesn’t think twice about how your independence effects him. But shilling out an opening line about gender roles or bashing men in general is just pandering for pussy. Buy me a drink, tell me I’m pretty, and leave your “I’m With Her” shirt at home.
On the surface this could look pretty great. He has a job, he’s masculine, he’s smart. They can take a while to spot. But after a date or two he’s telling you how to do your job, explaining simple concepts to you, throwing shade about women in general. Yawn. Personally, I wouldn’t bother with the argument, you don’t have time for it.
There’s also the menenist that parades around like a white knight in a flannel but some how every break up he’s even been through is because his ex was too dumb, a smart ass, too slutty, too coy, way vain, wasn’t effortlessly adorable at all times, or disagreed with him on any topic. And he’s all too excited to talk about it.