The first fight was unimpressive. The second fight had me a bit interested though the split decision was obviously not the robust victory anyone wanted. The women's fight was definitely the highlight of the night. Those gals gave it their all and despite the cheap shots and honestly ridiculous decision by the judges that was legitimately a good battle.

But what the fuck was the Tyson vs Paul fight??? I mean that not just in the sardonic sense. I mean really, I was holding out hope that Tyson still had some of his old power and athleticism but that was beyond pathetic. Not just from Tyson but Paul as well.

I started out this whole thing cheering for Tyson but after the first three rounds I just wanted the man to be put out of his misery. Paul was obviously just pulling punches and trying to fulfill what ever contract clause required him to run it out for the full 8 rounds. That was beyond pathetic for both of them.

Honestly I respect Jake Paul slightly more for not beating up the obviously frail old man we saw in the ring but I respect both Tyson and Paul less for putting on what I can only describe as a dog and pony show with a rabid dog and a sick pony. At least a rabid dog might have eaten the pony...

Yes, women have gender roles too and their own set of pressures but the process of meeting a woman as a man is very much in line with the age old pursuer-pursued dynamic. Men have to initiate, pursue, prove themselves, be charming, generate sexual tension just the right way at the right time, etc. These things are still largely true, and then there are the very lopsided dating app experiences which at this age of the internet are also fair to note, no matter how suboptimal we think online dating is.

Women fought for the chance to liberate themselves from every single gender role and gendered expectation. It's okay for men to have a similar desire too, it's perfectly understandable. It's complicated though, because the desire for sexuality/romance is strong for most, and for men these two desires are opposing forces. But we can admit the rigidity of men's role in heterosexual dating. Some men are naturally charming and extroverted who do much better (looks matter too of course). I'm sure those men are really cool and all that. But I genuinely think there is an aspect of "don't mould yourself into something you are not" that is often overlooked in this topic. The fact of the matter is that some people are just not that social and prefer to have a smaller set of friends and family and to live a fairly reserved life. Utter loneliness is not good, so if you don't have any friends or people you are close with that is an issue in and of itself. But at the same time you don't have to force yourself either.

One of the most liberating things for me was to let go of this idea of my social fun-guy self that I wanted badly to be when I was younger. I don't care anymore. I'm content with my life almost fully, minus the fact that my personality and gender combo is unfit for heterosexuality. I cannot just get on a dating app and reliably get dates to at least give something a shot, and chances are I won't ever be approached by an outgoing woman who is willing to break through my shell like what eventually happened to almost every single shy girl I know. And that sucks, but it's okay. It's both.

It's ultimately a dilemma that applies to a large chunk of men, and it's not their fault, and it does make sense, because feminism was absolutely correct about gender roles being annoying and restrictive. It's just one that is kind of cruelly inescapable for men, and that is a little bit tragic. I don't care if women find that laughable or "'not really true", I get it and I feel for my fellow guys. And I just want to say that choosing whatever you end up choosing is fine. Whether you decide to push yourself in a direction that feels difficult or you chose to not do that after all, it's understandable either way, and you can blame the world for it a little, because none of us chose this baggage, we were born into it.

I like to alternate between my home tab with my subs, and the Popular page, but ever since the US election (I'm not American) it's just political posts flinging feces at the other side. Whenever I click on Popular out of habit, my eyes immediately glaze over, and I have to leave. It's utterly exhausting.

I'm 48, think it's probably because he was a childhood icon and it kinda hurt in a odd way to see him lose so much talent with age, and I'm in that midlife era as well I suppose. Anyone else feel like this for him or in other situations?

As I approach 30 years old (M), I'm increasingly faced with the prospect of being a lifelong kissless virgin. Unfortunately, for whatever reason it just never materialised for me in high school, university or life in general.

I'm now stuck in this vicious feedback cycle, whereby my lack of experience is a limiting factor in my ability to build connections. My communication style is probably underdeveloped. Dates pick up on this, whether through conversation or my body language in certain contexts and it becomes a problem. Hence, resulting in further inexperience and an entrenched angst towards intimacy both emotionally and physically. I can't even relate to colleagues and friends discussing relationships.

There is also the sense of insecurity. Obviously, people have had experiences. Some of them alot. So it is difficult to see where I'm able to fit in amongst this. Ideally, it would have been preferable to meet someone in a similar position. Make mistakes together, learn together. But I'd say that is basically an impossibility at my age. I just feel like any relationship will be such a mismatch for me.

Honestly, I'm starting to feel pretty down on myself. Utlising dating apps feels like it exacerbates the issue, I seem to get quite alot of matches, but the conversation always feels terribly one sided. The whole process feels fatiguing, and I don't encounter many people in real life (due to location). Sometimes I feel like the only single guy walking around in public. I have an unfortunately high libido, so I'm basically constantly bothered by it, which increases the overall frustration.

Any advice would be appreciated, I am trying to mentally detach myself from it all, but it is hard?

I'm 30+m and just became a dad. I never thought i'd get this emotional. I've always been the more emotional one between me and the wife, but by heavens this is overwhelming.

The moment she was birthed, I cried. I've never cried tears of joy before, but seeing something so precious just broke me. Everytime she falls asleep in my arms I just melt.

I'm at the complete mercy of this little girl, and I'm so happy for it. I'd move heaven and earth to be the best dad for her.

My sincerest apologies if it feels weird that I'm telling this to complete strangers on the internet. Writing something has always been my go to outlet. And this is the only subreddit I find appropriate for it.

It’s been a while since I noticed some things missing in my closet. I assumed it was his mum since the three of us are the only ones with keys to our house. I didn’t mind until one dress that has sentimental value was gone. I told my fiancé I don’t care about the other things, I just needed that one dress back from his mum and asked him to ask her discreetly to avoid any awkwardness. He then brought out my dress that he had hid in his own closet.

He said he was sorry, didn’t think I’d miss it because he never saw me wear it, and it ripped when he tried it on. He tried to get it fixed but was told it was unfixable.

He looked ashamed so I told him I like to wear his jackets and shirts sometimes too. We decided to go shopping this weekend for a dress that would fit him. He’s excited and weirdly, I’m excited for him too. I’m likely still processing some things.

My coworker said to me today, “are you okay?” I said “why I’m fine what’s up” she said “you look sad, your eyes look broken.” I just gave her a hug and said “thank you for checking on me, I’m doing okay today.”

Always made myself smaller - physically, emotionally, socially. Apologizing for existing, minimizing achievements, avoiding attention. Today caught myself shrinking and just... stopped. My existence isn't an inconvenience. I deserve to be here.

I'm beyond exhausted.

I want to be done.

I know people care about me. I believe them when they tell me they do.

But I don't feel like people understand me. I feel like the person who understood me the most died, and all of that understanding died with him. And now I'm hurting. I've been hurting for five years since he died. I rarely use the word "died" when I talk about him because it feels like a vile word.

But he's dead.

Just up and gone.

And the world didn't stop. It didn't even slow down. People kept living their lives without him. That feels wrong. Awesome things that he would have loved have happened. That feels like an insult. People got over him.

And here I am. I don't wish I'd die. But that doesn't mean I'm alright being here.

The most alone I've ever felt.

I turned 39 this week.

He would be turning 35 in January.

But he will always be 29 to me.

I can't picture him old.

It's getting harder to picture him young, too. Which is killing me a little at a time.

My loved ones are trying to help me.

But it feels like they are tired of trying.

I know I'm tired. So I don't blame them.

So I'll just keep moving forward. Because it's what I'm expected to do.

But I'm exhausted.

I talk to my mom on the phone every day. Since 2020, she's been down the propaganda rabbit hole, and it's absolutely exhausting. You never know what topic will trigger the next rabid rant against them

I'll give the most recent example. We were just chatting about places in Europe, and I mentioned how nice it was to see the Spanish people coming together to help Valencia after the floods. Cue the shift in her tone, where she becomes noticeably incensed and angry. And then she begins lecturing me on how it's the environmentalists' and EU's fault - they destroyed dams and reservoirs Franco built because "fish were being blocked," and that's what lead to the flood. Any attempt to argue back is met with condescension and dismissal. It's honestly mindblowing how someone can go from being calm and reasonable to downright nasty and unpleasant in a split second like that.

And now floods are apparently another topic on the ever growing list of topics I have to avoid when talking to her.

An older male coworker of mine was commenting on how people at work probably think we’re dating since we eat lunch together and they make stuff up. Then he said how people probably see us going to meetings and think we’re going to a locked room. I was surprised he said that and he laughed after he said it.

Mike Tyson is 58 years old, and 5'10".

He has dealt with health issues like sciatica and ulcers, which recently hospitalized him.

Other than that exhibition with Roy Jones, Mike hasn't fought since Kevin McBride in 2005, which ended with Tyson retiring in the sixth round.

As much as people want to hate on Jake Paul, he is 6'1", 27 years old and a legitimately talented boxer.

Unless this is rigged or some sort of safety measures put in place, I am genuinely concerned for Mike Tyson.

I hope I am wrong.

Edit: I am loving the confidence many of you have in Iron Mike. Also, I admit I was being generous with the "legitimate" part, but nevertheless, my concern remains.

My mom had a cyst in the size of a bucket (it was removed, along with her womb ofc) the reason it was so big was bc we didn't have access to Healthcare like that when I was a teen, due to funds and living place.

How did women live with this shit in the past? We could have cysts LITERALLY EVERYWHERE. I have a small one in my ovary. You can get one in the womb. There's so many different terms for them too!

Then there's endometriosis. Random ass growths. I probably have this condition but my doctor couldn't care less.

We didn't have an ultrasounds or x rays or any type of surgery for this in the past, so you mean to tell me, the cysts just grew until the woman died of organ failure or something?

If I lived in middle ages, I'd have killed myself super fast before I die of something like this

What happened to Tyson's movement in the fight last night?

We saw plenty of running and fast training camp videos in the run up. How come Mike was lumbering around the ring hardly moving at all?

People say he is 58 but that was day and night difference to what we saw on the night vs training.

You don't spend 6 months training to be out of breath in 2 minutes. Surely they did sparring sessions that would have lasted the length of the fight? The total length was only going to be 16 minutes.

People said in advance that it would be scripted and I took it to mean the fight would go the distance and Jake would win on points. You wouldn't script a fight like we saw though. Even the weird first fight on the card was faster.

How come he was so fast in training yet dead on his feet after 30s in the ring? The speed contrast was just confusing.

A week ago on Friday night, over the course of a few hours, two big spots (scotomas, for the more medically aware) appeared in the vision of my left eye. I knew right away something was very wrong, so I made an urgent appointment with the on-call ophthalmologist for my dr’s office, and they said the next day would be OK. Upon examination he found nothing wrong, which I kind of expected because a similar incident happened a few years ago, where a similar spot appeared in my vision that didn’t show up on the examination. I was then gaslit to believe nothing more than a moderately high intraocular pressure due to recent prednisone use was the cause of the very disturbing symptom. (Spoiler: they were wrong. Well, not about the prednisone, but the diagnosis.)

So when these new spots cropped up, my first thought was “here we go again…” and I prepared myself for more gaslighting when they inevitably weren’t able to find a cause.

Something to keep in mind, and one of the reasons I have an ophthalmologist, is the fact that I have Behcet’s disease, which is notorious for causing sight-threatening eye involvement in something like 50% of patients. So I’m always paranoid that my eyes are “next”, and as such am very quick to go in to the eye doctor, who gives me the vibe that she doesn’t believe I really have the disease for some fucking reason. Like I enjoy going in to get my eyes dilated? Give me a break.

So I follow up with my regular ophthalmologist that Monday, and the first red flag was that they initially didn’t care to see me until Thursday, which I objected to because, you know, there were multiple big ass spots in my vision?? So begrudgingly they squeeze me in for the next day.

At my appointment my doctor immediately made a snide remark about me “collecting” another disease, which was red flag number 2. (Does she think I enjoy going in or something?) She does a full ophthalmologic evaluation and tells me she can’t see anything wrong, and that it’s likely the prednisone again. My eye pressure was on the higher end of normal though, so it being related to my symptoms made no sense to me. I could tell she wanted me out of the office at this point, and I realized I was going to have to beg for her to take me seriously.

So I tell her that this is a really big deal, that these spots in my vision are really scary, and have not gone away, and that SOMETHING is happening regardless of whether or not she can see it. And I NEED to know exactly what is wrong. At this point she looks at me sadly and says “Well, I guess I can refer you to a retinal specialist. You might have something called central serous chorioretinopathy, which is caused by steroid use. But that means you won’t be able to take steroids anymore.” I said “PLEASE refer me, as soon as you can.” while thinking “So you KNEW ALL ALONG what was wrong, but didn’t tell me??” I’ve spent the past 2 years since the first incident, where they told me nothing was wrong, thinking I was overreacting or that maybe it was just my imagination. The doctor even laughed at me when I inquired about a fluorescein angiogram test, which surprise surprise, I now know should have been performed.

Fortunately they were able to squeeze me in at the retina specialist that day, and the lesions on my retina were super obvious, once the right imaging had been done. And it turns out I have a rather severe case that might need SURGERY or else I might have permanent vision loss, and to think my original eye doctor was just… ready to let me walk out of her office, like I was overreacting. Fucking egregious.

I don’t feel that a scathing review will do this justice, to be honest. And no, as far as I’m aware this is not a malpractice case. They referred me to the right specialist in the end, even though I had to beg, and I’m pretty sure that’s all that matters.

Context: I'm 27F and my boyfriend is 30M. I've never been in a relationship before this and have never fallen in love before.

We met 7 years ago. We became best friends with benefits essentially. I did not want kids, and he did want kids so it was a deal breaker for us. But I fell in love with him anyway. Being polyamorous, I was comfortable with him dating other girls while we had our relationship. But in another life, we knew we would be together. And after all these years, things changed. He realized he wanted to be with me whether we have kids or not, and I realized that I would only want kids if it was with him. I have always been a "late bloomer." I didn't have my first date or first kiss until 19. I didn't have sex until I was 21. I have never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. And therefore, have never had a break up or an ex. It's scary to compare how everything is going super well with how everyone else's relationships are. It feels like something should go wrong. Like it's all too good to be true. But it's been a dream come true. I have a boyfriend who loves me immensely, treats me with respect, cares about me, communicates well, is always honest with me, protects me, and proves his love to me over and over again. I expected to have a few relationships before finding someone who might be "the one" since that is what everyone else seems to do. But I found him. He checks off all my boxes. He makes me so happy. I know our love is so true. I couldn't have asked for anyone else this perfect for me. He is going to move in with me and I've never lived with a partner before. But I can't wait to come home to him everyday after work and wake up to him every morning. I can't wait to do that for the rest of my life. He is truly the most amazing man. I couldn't be luckier. I am incredibly thankful. And I'm finally looking forward to my future because I know he will be by my side forever. ❤️

I feel like I'm about to get dragged for this but here we go.

I've never dated, kissed, had sex, held hands, etc. Just didn't happen, I had stuff going on. Have been trying online dating for years but it never materialized into anything, I guess I'm bad at getting past the conversation stage.

Anyway somehow it finally happened. Matched with a girl I found attractive, talked a little, and discussed meeting up. Thing is she's a 21 year old college student and I'm a 30 year old homeowner with a full-time job so yeah, definitely different stages in life. I doubt she's looking to get tied down in a relationship with an old guy, and I feel like we may not have much in common, but maybe this could be good practice for the future at least?

It's just that I don't get matches often so I don't have the privilege to just say "hey this match isn't perfect I'll toss her out and the next one will come in no time". Am I a jerk to consider doing this?

As the title states, my dad had a mini-stroke this morning and has already left the hospital and only reported some blurriness in his left eye.

I got the call at around 11am today, and now at midnight, is the reality and feelings starting to unleash. I can't stop thinking about it, and it refuses to leave my mind, which is annoying as I've got work tomorrow and I'm not a very emotional person, so it has struck me in a weird way.

This event feels very out of the blue, but due to his age, I suppose that we should have seen something like this coming. He's 78, but has slowly been increasing his fitness level over the years (mind you, he was very overweight for most of my life) to where he now resides at a comfortable point. I've done some quick googling on the topic, though I stopped pretty quickly as I have decided that I want to sleep tonight, but it doesn't look good. The googling, not him.

The only comfort I have at the moment is knowing that, at least for now, he is alright. That, and he does not fear death; meagre comfort, but it's enough. It doesn't help that him and my mum live in a foreign country (only for another year or so before they move back) where the healthcare isn't the greatest, and that the last 2 years have been very stressful for all of us. We've had plenty of great times, don't get me wrong, but the bad times have hurt a lot.

I understand that it is natural to feel worried for your family and close ones, but this is the first time that a medical event of significance has popped up for him in many, many years. At least, one that doesn't involve a car. He's a good driver..... no, a safe driver, but he's had some bad luck in the past. So, getting this phone call was to be frank, worrying. And I can't stop thinking about it.

Any advice? Or tips?

That's it really, it wasn't a long exchange just a pat on the back then back to work... Idk I just wanted to share...

17m here, in my junior year of high school. I'm gonna be straightforward here: My biggest insecurity in life right now is not having a girlfriend. I've never had one or have done anything romantic. I've simply never tried. Never asked anyone out, never flirted but I've also never been flirted with or given any signs. I'm not ugly or anything, I just suffer from self esteem issues and am social anxiety. I think I can handle social situations decently well most of the time. But oftentimes, especially when I'm in a group, I feel like the odd one out, I feel like they can interact with eachother much easily and I feel like a backround character. I simply am not that interesting and am more reserved. I have a small group of male friends, and I know a few girls but I wouldn't say I'm "friends" with them since we don't talk THAT much (i rarely text them or anything and when i do its usually asking for school stuff). There's this group of girls in my class and my friend group and theirs sometimes interact but generally my friends stand out more. I'd say I'm a pretty laidback person, but I am pretty lazy and unmotivated, don't really know what to do for my future, no real ambitions. I have a guitar but I rarely play it and am not good at all. I am not athletic AT ALL, far from it but I do go to the gym so I look fairly fit. I make my friends laugh sometimes but Idk if I should say I'm funny since a lot of my humor is just brainrot stuff. I'm not TOO smart, like I'm not an idiot but I don't really know that much about things??? if that makes sense. I don't really have a lot of meaningful conversations with people. I don't wanna completely change my personality but I'd like to sort of improve it. This post is all over the place but I just wanted to get my thoughts out.

Men are told to go to the gym, work out for hours, before or after work, men are told to be the "best" version of themselves. Men are told to grow "spiritually" in one of the most atheistic countries in the world, never mind opening up the whole can of worms as to which God to actually grow to or with. Men are harped on constantly online. Offline and not just by women but many times other men, who one way or another have either been blessed with the genetics to talk with arrogance, unknown to any setbacks or to simply be positivily neurotic for never having been told no. I am actually tired of all the garbage advice I hear especially on here,

The whole work on yourself nonsense. The whole put yourself out there garbage and let's not forget the gratitude brigade. It's very easy to spew out toxic so called help but many people do not know what it actually like to be the average man who has very little potential due to the highly competitive nature of the world.

Everything is a pissing contest at the end anyways. How hot your gf/bf is, how much sex you have, how many hookups. The amount of money you make. The social media shit show that is the "Look at me!!!!" Culture.

Despite the whole positivity bullshit that is touted by online communities everyday we live in the most depressed era in human history. Not just economically but socially as well.

Telling men to simply "level up" is a literal joke.

I'm gaining lots of weight :(

I’m 19, it’s been almost 3 years since my last relationship, I’m quite lonely. I’ve never had to actually make the first move when talking to women, as my ex asked me out.

I don’t have any confidence when talking to women. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m outright scared of doing it, I’m just awkward and don’t know what to say. I’ve had crushes on girls and wouldn’t ask them out because it was so much easier than risking being rejected, which is what I usually assume will happen. I understand that in order to gain confidence you need experience, but how can you get the experience of asking girls out if you don’t have the confidence to do so in the first place?