> painfully multi-culti oversensitive pussy PC.

Yes, that is the Good Man Project

How do you compliment a woman you JUST MET on her accomplishments? Does she have her degrees pinned to her chest?

I looked up this Dr Tee, he is a good looking black guy who is a social justice educator (his term not mine) and a mindset mentor to the rebels, renegades and entrepreneurs (whatever the fuck that means)...

Joanna is an upper middle class white woman mommy homemaker who writes because her husband can financially support her.

Men are supposed to get advice from these two fuckers on how to get laid?

Wait, you mean paying a woman a compliment is not mysogynist? As a male, I'm allowed to do that? Everything "they've" been telling me is I'd be commiting sexual harrassment.

;)

Anyone else long for the days when men and women could harmlessly flirt with each other?

How do you compliment a woman you JUST MET on her accomplishments? Does she have her degrees pinned to her chest?

Perfect question, Ppen.

> Does she have her degrees pinned to her chest?

What are you doing looking at her chest? ;)

If they wanted to write something useful -- granted, that's an impossibility for the Good Gelded Men Project -- they would write about how to complement a woman on her looks politely and non-creepily. There *are* guys who need that bit of advice.

Just yesterday, I complimented my wife on how nice the living room looked (she's been on a bit of a home decor kick, lately).

I guess I should embark upon a good old-fashioned Maoist self-criticism session, or something.

Ppen already nailed it, but there is a reason why we judge people we've just met on their looks -- WE HAVEN'T GOT ANY BLOODY THING ELSE TO GO ON. Unless a person is well enough known in their field to be written about somewhere, and it's a field that I keep up with, I'm going to have no idea what her accomplishments are. If I'm meeting, say, Nancy Levinson (a guru in the area of software safety), yeah, I'm damn well going to compliment her on her accomplisments. But if I met Ppen out in the street and didn't know who she was, I would have no clue, and she would be the same with me.

There's a primitive part of our brains that evolution taught, long ago, to quickly sort newly-met others into threats, reproduction possibilities, members of our own tribe, and everyone else. It operates whenever we see someone, anyone, that we don't know, whether we're conscious of it or not. It's someone antiquated now but it still helps us get through the day -- we'd all go crazy if we had to consciously think about every single unfamiliar person we see every day. When I go to McDonald's, I don't want to, or have the time to, develop a familiar relationship with the cashier. I just want a fish sandwich and some fries.

The article could be subtitled "How to completely pedestalize a woman and give away all your masculinity." Blech...

"How to completely pedestalize a woman and give away all your masculinity."

Isn't that the GMP's mission statement?

Jerry beat me to the comment on the Good Man Project. When I hear them on broadcast media, I generally start grinding my teeth.

How do you compliment a woman you JUST MET on her accomplishments? Does she have her degrees pinned to her chest?

Well, that's the proper place to list them if you want me to notice them. As it were. Wut?

A woman who is hot and smart? ☑

And note, please, that just has to be hot to me.

Being the sick and twisted person that I am, I now want to go up to a woman I don't know and tell her "I couldn't help but notice from across the room that you are potentially smart," and walk away.

Generally, if one is meeting an accomplished woman, one comments on her accomplishments (like one would upon meeting an accomplished man). As in, "I loved that movie you did last year." Or "your theory about Third World macroeconomics was fascinating." Or even, "your theory about the socio-economic implications of legalizing drugs was full of hot air."

Meeting a woman one has heard about from friends, but never met leaves one fewer opening gambits; like, "Joe has told me so much about you." Or "Helen raves about the fireplace you built for her last year." One could say the same sort of thing to a man one has heard about from friends but is meeting for the first time.

However, upon meeting someone one is meeting (and hearing about) for the first time, one is extremely limited in opening gambits. "Love your Ramones t-shirt. I saw them at Einstein's in '76." Or "how do you know Frank?" Or "love those shoes."

In the last situation, a heartfelt "loved your treatise on the mechanics of solid bodies in Scientific American last month" might fall flat if the person's sole accomplishment of note is graduating with a generic degree from a mediocre university barely more academically rigorous than a small town high school and to whom a "solid body" is what one gets at the gym. One works with what one has, and "great smile" works better than effusive praise of non-existent accomplishments.

Whoever wrote that article is an idiot.

"My GOD what an amazing pair of ... um ... accomplishments!".

"Did you see the accomplishments on that woman?".

"When I gaze into your accomplishments I feel like they're looking into my soul."

"Your hair is like an ocean. Your accomplishments are like two mighty ships on that ocean. Two firm, round, perky ships."

No, sorry. Doesn't work.

Also, was anyone else bothered by the picture accompanying the article?

She's in a fedora, showing a whimsical side to her sense of fashion. In the meantime, he's in a backwards ball cap and t-shirt, showing an inability to dress himself beyond covering up the parts of him that the law requires be covered; probably wearing cargo shorts, too.

um... I wonder who they are talking to.

I'm not seeing any of the prowling boys I know, reading dreck like that. Most of the guys my age have a saying: "f*ck 'em if they can't take a joke..."

I'm with ConanTG on gambits..., but really, who opens with physical appreciation? Make it topical first, to start a conversation between to adults.

[OI! I'm stating to hate the word conversation as much as the word problematic... need to have a conversation? OK, TALK.]

If you can begin with "wow, is that a new bikini, 'cuz it knocked my socks off... [raises flip flopped foot] see? No socks..."
OK, if she laughed at that, party on Wayne...

If she fixed you with a scowl, and said, 'don't you care about my accomplishments?!?' you are toast. You can say: "totally, why don't you tell me about them, after I go get us some beer..." as a way to stall, but the likelihood you will turn this around is low. To not poison the pool, listen to her, but there is potential that not leading with her accomplishments has doomed you, and? How would you know those accomplishments anyway? Life is too short to spend on people with chips on their shoulders.

51 or 151, if _you're_ not getting regularly complimented on your looks, it's just a further sign that the castration of the American male is nearly complete.

There's "yeah, she's cute"...I see dozens of women like that every day. And then there's "OMFG it's going to take all the self-control I have to keep from rudely staring and possibly causing a car wreck". Unless every picture of you ever put online is a complete and total lie, you are the latter.

(And no, not trawling for dates or sex...I'm happily married, thanks. But it's not like my eyes got plucked out during the ceremony...)

Went to the dog park tonight, and was spattered in mud and cranky by the time I ran into Al, a man I haven't seen in 15 years, a guy from another era. I remembered him as being playfully sexist, genuinely interested in others, good natured, and kind.

As we were catchig up on events, a friend of his rode up to us on a bike. Al yelled, "Get away from my woman! Go off and get your own!" Then he told me the hours he holds court at the picnic pavilion. I will walk up to his bench any time.

Amy, to preserve my own sense of decorum, it is probably best that we never meet in person, as you would almost certainly catch me at some point gazing dreamily at your outstanding accomplishments...

(Since my wife shares the characteristic, I know that density is bad for certain medical procedures, but oh-so-good for other things!)

Where do I sign up for the Normal Man Project? When theory meets reality, my money is on reality every time.

Had dinner at my brother's the other night. My nephew and his wife were over, they have a 5 month old baby boy. The baby started crying about something silly and mom said to him, "Man up!" He stopped crying.

I told her I appreciated hearing her say that and the women all over the world will thank her for not raising a pussy.