The Good Head Game


Actually it tastes a little bit like apple juice having a sordid affair with  PBR.

Actually it tastes a little bit like apple juice having a sordid affair with PBR.

When I go to the local library I can never go in looking for something in particular. It’s hard for me to tell whether my reading list is too expansive or the library’s collection is just too limited to accommodate most of my interests, but several attempts at searching through the digital card catalogue has proven to be an exercise in futility. No Titles Found. No Such Author. Mostly I just browse along the “Recent Releases” and “Staff Picks” shelves until something catches my eye in a free-form association style of decision making and this has worked out pretty well except that it means I keep getting drawn onto new directions.

So I was pleasantly surprised when a search for “The Game: Penetrating The Secret Society of Pickup Artists” by Neil Strauss turned up in the card catalogue. I didn’t expect that a book on pickup artists would lend itself to the target audience in the kind of middle class suburban city where I live, but evidently I was wrong. Not only was the book part of the library’s collection but some enterprising individual took it very seriously; seriously enough to have torn the glossary pages out of the back for personal reference.

A book on Pickup Artists might seem like a strange choice but I was fascinated: this was a real thing? People actually do this? I wanted to know more. And I was doubly interested because I recognized the author from his work on biographies/autobiographies of rockstars like Marilyn Manson and Motley Crue.  I’d enjoyed his other books and I liked his style. Once I was riding in the car with the Curmudgeonly Lion and the deejay was introducing the subject of an interview as a writer who had worked on books about aforementioned bands and I was able to spit out the name Neilstrauss!! before he came on the air. So I was interested to see what he had to say and I was interested to know just how he had gone about penetrating (uncomfortable choice of words, that) the secret society of pickup artists.

In the end, the book was a satisfactory read, but it was hard work. Perhaps it was something to do with the topic of pickup artists in general or perhaps it had to do with the arc of Neil’s auto-protagonist “Style” (Pickup Artists evidently like to go by fanciful pseudonyms) that stirred up my inherent sense of inferiority. Every few chapters I would have to put the book down so that I could stop taking it so personally. By the time it was finished I wasn’t sure if I was glad to be done with it or if I wanted to read it again; a decision that was ultimately made for my by the library demanding to get their book back.

So without further ado:

The Beer: Good Head Australian Lager

The Book: “The Game” by Neil Strauss

The Blog:

Afterward, Mindboggler said decisively, “We’re heading back to my place and I’m going to introduce you to a beer I found at the dollar store yesterday.” Victory belongs to the person with the strongest reality and the most decisive actions.

We sat around the kitchen table at Mindboggler’s house and he passed around cans for each of us. The cans were black and emblazoned with a silver shield supported on either side by some kind of lizards and the letters GH printed in the middle in gold. The beer fizzed as it poured. The so-called good head dissipated before the glass was full.

We sat together sipping our headless beers. Carrie turned away from me. She stared at the wall and grew distant. I knew what she was thinking.

When I asked her about it she burst into tears. “I drank it too fast.” She sobbed. “I didn’t even taste it. I don’t remember what it tasted like.”

They were such sweet words, because they were so honest. I slid my arm around her and placed her head on my shoulder. I told her first of all that it was a classic Australian lager with a light body and a subtle hopping balance. It was a line I’d read on the website, but I did believe it. Second, I told her that maybe she shouldn’t have drunken it so quickly, but she had wanted to because it was so highly drinkable. It was a line that I’d read off the side of the can, but I did believe it. Third, I told her that it was a lot more refreshing than a lot of the beers she’d had before, so not to judge it by her past experiences. It was a line that I’d learned from beer commercials on tv, but I did believe it.

Finally, I told her that if if she wanted to she could always have another. It wasn’t a line. 

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~ by Gwydhar Gebien on July 28, 2013.

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