That’s what a lot of Game advice is: Made up. Cobbled together from sticks, rocks, and the other bits of debris where parts of civilization once stood. They’re not the only ones.
Continuing his series on the poor results of game (from his perspective), Zippy says:
There weren’t many cultural advantages to growing up in the 1970′s, I have to say. But one that I rather wryly appreciate now is that at least we knew a low value dirt bag loser when we saw one, and the fact that he’d slept with enough women (of one sort or another) to contract gonorrhea didn’t change the evaluation.
Let’s all reflect on the blessings of uncelebrated dirt-bags from the 70s: Burt Reynolds, Rick James, John Travolta, David Bowie; Lynyrd Skynyrd, Led Zeppelin…
That was my off-the-top-of-my-head list. Here are the top 10 Google Image search results for “70s icons male” (that returned actual icons, and not costumes):
- Danny Zuko (John Travolta)
- Arthur Fonzerelli (Henry Winkler)
- Ziggy Stardust (David Bowie)
- Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone)
- J.J. Evans (Jimmy Walker)
- John Travolta (as himself)
- Robert Plant (of Led Zeppelin)
- Evel Knievel
- The Fonz, again
- Steve McQueen
Burt Reynolds didn’t make the top ten, but this top twenty result was published in 1972:
The pic was taken from this BBC article celebrating its publication. According to the article, it turned him from a movie star into a celebrity. In other words: He was loved for it. Who loved him? Well, we did. Not “me” we, but “we” as in the generation of the 70s (again: not me. I just missed the blessings)–those who knew how to value a dirt-bag loser when they saw one…by buying a crapload of their albums and movies in amounts inversely proportional to how low they scored on the clear-headed 70s value scale. Who can gaze on that and not recall the quiet blessings of the that bygone cultural milieu?
If you’re going to reflect on the sensible old days: Stop.
Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof:
and the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit.
9 Be not hasty in thy spirit to be angry:
for anger resteth in the bosom of fools.
10 Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these?
for thou dost not enquire wisely concerning this.
11 Wisdom is good with an inheritance:
and by it there is profit to them that see the sun.
12 For wisdom is a defence, and money is a defence:
but the excellency of knowledge is,
that wisdom giveth life to them that have it.
13 Consider the work of God:
for who can make that straight, which he hath made crooked?
If I merely wanted to pick on Zippy I would have stopped at verse 10, but the fact is that there are a lot of well-meaning and knowledgeable men out there who are of the conservative bent, and they are not-quite aware of how they hoard respect for others while imagining their own past glories, innocence, and cunning. They give neither inheritances of knowledge nor wealth to the sons they did not go to the trouble to have, and they are quick to reflect on their own imagined genius. It’s reflexive of conservatives, and it’s a big part of the culture of miserliness; the bust-to-bust cycle of the modern Economy of Respect.
You can tell that’s the sort of dismal market you’re in when no one has anything to offer, yet they ruthlessly protect what it is they don’t have.
 To be read in the same spirit as this statement: “I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” ~B. Baggins
[edit: Somehow, I forgot to post a whole sentence at the beginning. Fixed.]