No, I’m not talking to you… unless you’re a fitness industry “influencer”. Then I’m talking to you. The passing of John Meadows has led me to reflect on the state of the fitness social media world… and honestly, it pisses me off.
Yes, there are plenty of knowledgeable people who provide great information and have good sized followings. Yes, there are people putting in the work and trying to become experts in their respective fields.
But for every one of these people, there are three fitness hookers posting booty pics with training advice and double digit IQ inspirational quotes, and four roided out retards selling a training program while cleverly omitting the fact that they’re on a gram of tren. And they’re both doing it while pretending they’re not mentally ill.In the immortal words of Fred Durst…
YOU’RE. A. FAKE.
It’s one thing to be mentally ill, and quite another to glorify it, profit off it and perpetuate it on down the line. And it seems like we should be mad at these people for doing it. Maybe.
But can you really expect someone who’s been raised by modern narcissistic western psychosis to know better? Probably not.
What we should do be doing is asking more of ourselves.
At the end of the day, it’s on us to demand something better than the “knowledge” coming from trenned up goons and the “inspiration” coming from glorified strippers rife with body implants.
Which leads me to my next point. Are you training for the right reasons? Are you really trying to be the best version of yourself, or are you chasing the unhealthy/unattainable look of a drugged up Instagram model whose photos have been photoshopped more times than you count.
If you were in front of me and I asked you that question, almost all of you would lie straight to my face and tell me you were in it for health reasons. But when pressed, you wouldn’t be able to tell me what those reasons were. Why? YOU’RE. A. FAKE.
And that’s our problem. Fake cultures get fake cultural icons. Be real and pick better role models. Maybe I really was talking to you after all.
Vito has you pegged.
Don’t be counterfeit.
