wow.

i cannot and am having trouble coping with this.

i cant b elive i am reading climbing being associated with yuppie who is obssessed with money and image.

u call me an asshole for saying it but- all u guys need to rethink climbing ur doing it wrong.

plane and simple.

I have two indulgences that deprive me of a large portion of my disposable income:

Perhaps not surprisingly, both are alcoholic beverages.

I am a big fan of good scotch. I can slam down shots of jack when I want to get hammered, but a glass of 18 year old single malt after a long day writing grant proposals is a beautiful thing.

Similarly, I love a quality beer. Most people bring a bottle of cheap champagne to parties, I usually bring a bottle of Rochefort 10 for the fellas, and will often throw in a Lambic for the ladies. Again, I'm not above slamming some coors light while I watch a football game, but I'd much rather have a bottle conditioned Trappist ale with my dinner.

Well... I thought this thread had potential. I see that I am sorely mistaken. There isnt a single yuppie climber among you.

I think we should start with the definition of yuppie... Young Urban Professional. This is what I expected to hear...

Young: The idea of being young means you are not sipping on some wine while posting to rockclimbing.com. This is not only uber-lame, but also the antithesis to all things yuppie. You are not at home drinking, you are at a lounge... preferably VIP at a roofdeck bar overlooking something interesting like Times Square or some shit. A yuppie thrives on vulgar displays of wealth and excess that attacts smoking hot young sex objects like moths to a flame. (Note: If you have a wife it doesnt matter if your 16... YOUR FUCKING OLD) Now heres the trick... resist all temptations to treat this cute little bird with respect! Shes only talking to you because you passed the first cut of her built in Wealth Screening Device TM; shes not here to make a friend shes here to find something to EAT (dont forget shes working as a waitress and spending 150% of her after tax income on rent). She has already decided whether or not shes getting naked with you so make fun of her small town roots and ask her shit like where her family summers in Europe...

Urban - Heres the catch... its really late now. You drank half of the Grey Goose bottle service and your seeing double. You finally went too far with the disrespect and little Mrs. Hardbody was whisked away by her friends before getting the opportunity to star in her very first film. But there is a serious problem. Your fucking hammered, stuck in the middle of a city, and nowhere near the mountains. FIGHT OR FLIGHT kicks in... you chose FLIGHT! Call the limo service to get you the fuck out of this city. If you were able to actually comprehend what your watch is trying to tell you then you would recognize you have 4 hours before you need to be in the car heading off to meet up with your climbing partner in the morning. Its ok, your car is already full of your climbing gear as thats the only reason you even have a car. You hit the pipe as the sun rises; thank god you have dark sunglasses. On the road.

Professional - Heres the crux. You are a professional. Professional is the reason why you are able to spend cash like its going out of style and went to a fancy private school. But its more than that... your a fucking professional... at everything you do. Overachieving is what you do best... whether your bullshitting in the boardroom, screwing in the bathroom, yachting, homebrewing, showing your friends that champangle bottles are only single serving, or climbing. So even though your running on 8 hours of sleep (over the last 3 days) you pick up your partner EARLY and deny him breakfast as you race towards the rock. You grab the rack and start running towards your climb the same way Dean Potter starts his solo of the nose. Your half-drunk... because only half of you actually made it to climb. That doesnt stop you from putting up the hardest lead of the weekend first thing. DAMNIT YOUR A PROFESSIONAL!

Carry on.

A good Cabernet is properly served in the low 60s--not all that cold, actually.

Curt

Well... I thought this thread had potential. I see that I am sorely mistaken. There isnt a single yuppie climber among you.

I think we should start with the definition of yuppie... Young Urban Professional. This is what I expected to hear...

Young: The idea of being young means you are not sipping on some wine while posting to rockclimbing.com. This is not only uber-lame, but also the antithesis to all things yuppie. You are not at home drinking, you are at a lounge... preferably VIP at a roofdeck bar overlooking something interesting like Times Square or some shit. A yuppie thrives on vulgar displays of wealth and excess that attacts smoking hot young sex objects like moths to a flame. (Note: If you have a wife it doesnt matter if your 16... YOUR FUCKING OLD) Now heres the trick... resist all temptations to treat this cute little bird with respect! Shes only talking to you because you passed the first cut of her built in Wealth Screening Device TM; shes not here to make a friend shes here to find something to EAT (dont forget shes working as a waitress and spending 150% of her after tax income on rent). She has already decided whether or not shes getting naked with you so make fun of her small town roots and ask her shit like where her family summers in Europe...

Urban - Heres the catch... its really late now. You drank half of the Grey Goose bottle service and your seeing double. You finally went too far with the disrespect and little Mrs. Hardbody was whisked away by her friends before getting the opportunity to star in her very first film. But there is a serious problem. Your fucking hammered, stuck in the middle of a city, and nowhere near the mountains. FIGHT OR FLIGHT kicks in... you chose FLIGHT! Call the limo service to get you the fuck out of this city. If you were able to actually comprehend what your watch is trying to tell you then you would recognize you have 4 hours before you need to be in the car heading off to meet up with your climbing partner in the morning. Its ok, your car is already full of your climbing gear as thats the only reason you even have a car. You hit the pipe as the sun rises; thank god you have dark sunglasses. On the road.

Professional - Heres the crux. You are a professional. Professional is the reason why you are able to spend cash like its going out of style and went to a fancy private school. But its more than that... your a fucking professional... at everything you do. Overachieving is what you do best... whether your bullshitting in the boardroom, screwing in the bathroom, yachting, homebrewing, showing your friends that champangle bottles are only single serving, or climbing. So even though your running on 8 hours of sleep (over the last 3 days) you pick up your partner EARLY and deny him breakfast as you race towards the rock. You grab the rack and start running towards your climb the same way Dean Potter starts his solo of the nose. Your half-drunk... because only half of you actually made it to climb. That doesnt stop you from putting up the hardest lead of the weekend first thing. DAMNIT YOUR A PROFESSIONAL!

Carry on.

If you answer "yes" to at least one of the following questions you're in:


1) do you own a power edger or mow your yard in criss-cross pattern (bonus points if you pay a yard service to do it for you)?

2) have you had to skip climbing to work late on a project or proposal in the last month?

3) do you spend more time on, ahem, climbing sites than you spend climbing?

I dunno, you might an imposter that spends mad $$ on gear but then throws his pack in the trunk of his 99 Camry and drives back to his apartment. Answer me this:

what would you pair seared scallops with?

A) Riesling
B) PBR - PBR goes with anything!

wow.

i cannot and am having trouble coping with this.

i cant b elive i am reading climbing being associated with yuppie who is obssessed with money and image.

u call me an asshole for saying it but- all u guys need to rethink climbing ur doing it wrong.

plane and simple.

Well... I thought this thread had potential. I see that I am sorely mistaken. There isnt a single yuppie climber among you.

I think we should start with the definition of yuppie... Young Urban Professional. This is what I expected to hear...

Young: The idea of being young means you are not sipping on some wine while posting to rockclimbing.com. This is not only uber-lame, but also the antithesis to all things yuppie. You are not at home drinking, you are at a lounge... preferably VIP at a roofdeck bar overlooking something interesting like Times Square or some shit. A yuppie thrives on vulgar displays of wealth and excess that attacts smoking hot young sex objects like moths to a flame. (Note: If you have a wife it doesnt matter if your 16... YOUR FUCKING OLD) Now heres the trick... resist all temptations to treat this cute little bird with respect! Shes only talking to you because you passed the first cut of her built in Wealth Screening Device TM; shes not here to make a friend shes here to find something to EAT (dont forget shes working as a waitress and spending 150% of her after tax income on rent). She has already decided whether or not shes getting naked with you so make fun of her small town roots and ask her shit like where her family summers in Europe...

Urban - Heres the catch... its really late now. You drank half of the Grey Goose bottle service and your seeing double. You finally went too far with the disrespect and little Mrs. Hardbody was whisked away by her friends before getting the opportunity to star in her very first film. But there is a serious problem. Your fucking hammered, stuck in the middle of a city, and nowhere near the mountains. FIGHT OR FLIGHT kicks in... you chose FLIGHT! Call the limo service to get you the fuck out of this city. If you were able to actually comprehend what your watch is trying to tell you then you would recognize you have 4 hours before you need to be in the car heading off to meet up with your climbing partner in the morning. Its ok, your car is already full of your climbing gear as thats the only reason you even have a car. You hit the pipe as the sun rises; thank god you have dark sunglasses. On the road.

Professional - Heres the crux. You are a professional. Professional is the reason why you are able to spend cash like its going out of style and went to a fancy private school. But its more than that... your a fucking professional... at everything you do. Overachieving is what you do best... whether your bullshitting in the boardroom, screwing in the bathroom, yachting, homebrewing, showing your friends that champangle bottles are only single serving, or climbing. So even though your running on 8 hours of sleep (over the last 3 days) you pick up your partner EARLY and deny him breakfast as you race towards the rock. You grab the rack and start running towards your climb the same way Dean Potter starts his solo of the nose. Your half-drunk... because only half of you actually made it to climb. That doesnt stop you from putting up the hardest lead of the weekend first thing. DAMNIT YOUR A PROFESSIONAL!

Carry on.

How can anyone so clever not know the difference between "your" and "you're"?

Lol....it's a 91' Camry with the muffler hanging low, a door about to fall off, a pasenger side window that doesn't work and a crack in the radiator, but that's only because I'm holding out for the company car and gas card, which should be available soon.

Seared scallops? I can see the merits of a Riesling there, but I generally think it tastes like feet. Besides, I usually don't bother with foods that don't compliment a good red or belgian ale. Follow it up with a maduro and a glass of Dalmore and we're talking. ...then again, exchagne that for some skunk and some pirate booty and we're having a good time.

Jay doesn't do yuppie--he does nerd.

Curt

I think this thread embodies the true spirit of the pretentious yuppie climber.

I'm not reading that.

cmon guys...it doesnt matter wat u got to climb wit as long as u climb safe....have a love 4 tha sport and respect mother nature wherev u climb....u should stop the this guys such a n00b cuz he has nice stuff....myb ure just jealous....the thread dont make the climber...so chilllllll...........juz luv wat u do