Varying degrees of "ripped-ness" to coin and mangle a word simultaneously, but they all have something that the emaciated youths of today don't. They look like they lift, even when they are wearing a shirt.
Ok, sure, drugs may be involved. I know, for natural body builders, its hard to look huge when you cut down to stage weight and wear street clothes. This isn't about that. Its about the skinny teenagers who won't eat because they're afraid to lose their six pack, which is really just their ribs showing. Its, on a personal note, about my frustration with people I could tear in half mocking me because I carry more weight than the magazines say I should.
Its about every limp-wristed mouth breathing idiot who walks in the door and complains that I am interrupting their soap operas because my deadlifting makes too much noise. Its about the doctors who hound me because I don't fit their BMI chart, you know, the one they have a donut resting on.
Its about the people who tell me not to eat red meat, tell me to eat more carbs, to do this and that. Its about the kids I see with no idea where their life is going, no discipline to get them there, and no one to give a damn if they make it or not. We need fathers who are strong, physically and emotionally and spiritually. We need more daddies and fewer baby-daddies. We need men. And skinny jeans sure as hell aren't going to make them.