Get Out of Therapy, Get in a Cage

My last post about Ben Saunders, aside from lowering my value as an MMA analyst, was littered with jargon from the pick-up community (neg, target) whose origins can be traced back to Mystery, the world’s greatest pick-up artist and subject of Neil Strauss’s seminal text, “The Game“.

It’s interesting to note that Mystery is an advocate of martial arts training, not just for the aesthetic benefits—losing your gut and expanding your shoulders—but for the psychological benefits as well.

I agree.

We’ve all heard stories about women who take up yoga and leave their husbands. Well, I’ve seen many men take up Jiu-Jitsu and bed down 7’s and 8’s—maybe an occasional 9.

Now that MMA is blowing up, I hope to see more men (and women) taking up Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and kickboxing (real kickboxing, not kiss-the-mitts with your personal trainer).

We’re in the middle of an economic crisis. Therapy is not only expensive, but boring, while Jiu-Jitsu lessons, albeit not cheap, are certainly exciting, like riding a roller coaster while reading Tony Robbins.

There’s nothing sexy about a guy who can tell you exactly how his mom fucked him up by taking him on a tour of Princeton when he was eight years old. But there’s something very sexy about a guy, or gal, who can kick ass.

It all goes back to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. The most basic needs, such as air, water, and safety, are what people seek and need, while all the sappy stuff, love and emotional fulfillment, are luxuries of the modern (bored) world.

Lastly, a final warning.  If you’re currently dating someone who wants you to give up your martial arts training, leave them immediately, because it’s a sure sign of things to come: drop your friends, drop your family, drop your Chinese classes, drop anything that nourishes you outside of the relationship.

That will be $100.

Game on.