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You can't help to think that your working life is a boring one when compared to those in the creative/arts industry. You can't help but to feel awed (and slightly jealous) to hear that resumes can come in a form of a bottled drink when yours came in the boring stat-sheet extolling you prowess in your field with your big, friggin' face on it. Or when you compare the lack of constricting rules with your hum-drum working life, bogged down and chained from here to the end of days with rules/regulations and all manner of ways Man can think of to so-called 'maintain the social cohesion' of the society.

Sometimes it made you wish that you met that single-serving friend on board a flight who'd tell you:

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

and you did.

the legal profession could really use a Tyler Durden right now.

that, or a club where the lawyers, male lawyers beat each other up to pulp without having to worry about a lawsuit coming their way. It is in its way, just like futsal or whatever sport lawyers indulge in only that they don't really talk about it. The bruises and the broken bones, or the lost tooth or two did the talking. They scream: In these times of effeminate men aplenty and of overt femininity, we are Men and we live. 

I would bet my laptop on it that most if not all lawyers had a fellow lawyer (or even a judge) who they would love to land their fist on for whatever reason. Even if it is considered crude or primitive by today's standard and not to mention, frowned upon by the profession itself, just imagine how cathartic it would be; you hate the guy and even if the feeling is not mutual at least it is out of your chest and through your fist. Ask any man, 9 out of 10 would secretly agree, its instant stress relief.

Hell, if there is such club, i'm joining. We are all men trying to stay men.