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You're Making Me Hate You: A Cantankerous Look at the Common Misconception That Humans Have Any Common Sense Left
In the tradition of the late great George Carlin, New York Times bestselling author and lead singer of Slipknot and Stone Sour Corey Taylor sounds off in hilarious fashion about the many vagaries of modern life that piss him off.
Whether it’s people’s rude behavior in restaurants and malls, the many indignities of air travel, eye-searingly terrible fashion choices, dangerously clueless drivers, and—most of all—the sorry state of much modern music, Taylor’s humor and insight cover civil society’s seeming decline—sparing no one along the way, least of all himself.
Holding nothing back and delivered in Taylor’s inimitable voice, You’re Making Me Hate You is a cathartic critique of the strange world in which we find ourselves.
Whether it’s people’s rude behavior in restaurants and malls, the many indignities of air travel, eye-searingly terrible fashion choices, dangerously clueless drivers, and—most of all—the sorry state of much modern music, Taylor’s humor and insight cover civil society’s seeming decline—sparing no one along the way, least of all himself.
Holding nothing back and delivered in Taylor’s inimitable voice, You’re Making Me Hate You is a cathartic critique of the strange world in which we find ourselves.
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July 24, 2022
It was an interesting take on a book written by a celebrity and it was pretty funny as time. Not a perfect work of nonfiction but an interesting book to listen too
July 7, 2015
“...can’t people just not fucking suck as human beings once in a while? [...] People have just as much capacity to be good as they do to be shit. It’s a choice. People make choices. So they need to make better fucking choices.”
Being that this is Corey Taylor’s third book you think I’d be used to his absolutely impeccable way of putting into words all the bitching and complaining that runs through my head, but I am. Like all the times when I’m confronted with the idiocy of this planet be it by their ridiculous purchases, their laughable choice in music or they way they choose to raise (or not raise as the case may be) their children. We’re all confronted with the insanity on a daily basis but we’re forced to suffer through, internally rolling our eyes at the imbeciles. But Corey manages to transform the suffering into entertainment in the form of a hilarious memoir once again.
“Incompetent people don’t know they’re incompetent. They just blithely blunder through their day-to-day with no care for any damage that happens in their wakes. When the mishaps are pointed out, they see the issue but don’t do anything to adjust and fix their ways.”
You know those people you encounter that seem as if they were put on Earth just to make your life miserable? Or how about those times you witness some type of human behavior that causes you to simultaneously stop to worry for the human race while also thinking “What in the fuck is wrong with people!?” If you’ve had thoughts such as those, this is the book for you. If not, back away slowly. Not one to mince words, Corey Taylor points out all the issues in society and human behavior in general without a care for hurt feelings. He’s blunt, honest, and always candid. You gotta love that about him.
“When people suffer under the illusion that their time and attention is more important than everyone else’s, no matter how mundane the occasion may be, I snap like a piece of dried-up driftwood, waiting to be set fire at the pyre.”
Corey Taylor has successfully covered the argument between good and evil, the existence of the supernatural and now the lack of common sense of the human race. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next.
I received this book free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Being that this is Corey Taylor’s third book you think I’d be used to his absolutely impeccable way of putting into words all the bitching and complaining that runs through my head, but I am. Like all the times when I’m confronted with the idiocy of this planet be it by their ridiculous purchases, their laughable choice in music or they way they choose to raise (or not raise as the case may be) their children. We’re all confronted with the insanity on a daily basis but we’re forced to suffer through, internally rolling our eyes at the imbeciles. But Corey manages to transform the suffering into entertainment in the form of a hilarious memoir once again.
“Incompetent people don’t know they’re incompetent. They just blithely blunder through their day-to-day with no care for any damage that happens in their wakes. When the mishaps are pointed out, they see the issue but don’t do anything to adjust and fix their ways.”
You know those people you encounter that seem as if they were put on Earth just to make your life miserable? Or how about those times you witness some type of human behavior that causes you to simultaneously stop to worry for the human race while also thinking “What in the fuck is wrong with people!?” If you’ve had thoughts such as those, this is the book for you. If not, back away slowly. Not one to mince words, Corey Taylor points out all the issues in society and human behavior in general without a care for hurt feelings. He’s blunt, honest, and always candid. You gotta love that about him.
“When people suffer under the illusion that their time and attention is more important than everyone else’s, no matter how mundane the occasion may be, I snap like a piece of dried-up driftwood, waiting to be set fire at the pyre.”
Corey Taylor has successfully covered the argument between good and evil, the existence of the supernatural and now the lack of common sense of the human race. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next.
I received this book free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
August 21, 2020
“You only live once- You only die once too, asshat!”
This book has quite a bit of sad truth in it.
What’s it about?
Corey Taylor (frontman of Slipknot and Stone Sour) gives us some essays and stories of things he has experienced that he considers substantial evidence that humanity as a whole is stupid and doomed.
Pros:
This book is fucking hilarious! I was laughing a lot throughout, there’s a lot of humor.
This is sadly relatable at times. There’s a lot here I agreed with. I truly think this planet is fucked sometimes. That’s not to say I agree with everything in this book but a lot of it, I do.
The writing is very entertaining and engaging. I often worry that nonfiction will be dry, Taylor’s writing is not dry at all.
There’s some entertaining stories told here.
There are frequent pop culture references but they’re actually funny and make sense to the context, they aren’t very forced like they sometimes are, especially in nonfiction.
I like the narration in the audio edition. It actually adds some stuff and I like it when the author of an essay collection narrates it because it feels kinda like the author is telling you about whatever they wrote the essay on. Taylor is a very entertaining narrator too. Also notable that this edition includes some humorous bits that I don’t think would have worked outside of an audiobook.
Cons:
This book is kinda hypocritical at times. Like, Taylor seems to complain about things that he honestly shouldn’t be complaining about IMO. A notable example is that there’s a whole chapter on not buying stuff that will just be clutter... yet he mentions that he collects comics, figures, art, etc. to the point that some people he knows think he’s a hoarder. Not that there’s anything wrong with collecting that stuff (I’m obsessed with comic books and figures) but if others don’t judge my superhero and horror dolls, I shouldn’t judge someone’s collectible plates and coin sets.
The stuff about technology really makes Taylor’s age kinda show (no offense to my older followers). I understand things like “don’t stare at your phone while walking across the street” but dismissing all social media as stupid (especially from a guy who at least used to get in frequent Twitter arguments)? Complaining about texting in general? Stuff like that just makes me shake my head a bit.
Taylor often rambles for too long and gets way off-topic in a single chapter.
While Taylor admits to some mistakes and stupidity in life, I still couldn’t help but get a “I’m sooo smart” vibe from this book. Maybe it’s accidental (I’m told that I actually do this by accident at times) but he sounds like he believes he’s the authority on what’s smart or dumb and what’s quality or shit.
So the main reason I read this is being a huge fan of Slipknot and liking Stone Sour (though will admit I do like Slipknot more). Unfortunately, while his bands are mentioned now and then, there’s very little about his music.
I didn’t like some of the stuff about America and the stupidity of our country as if stupid shit is mostly American. Don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of stupid shit in America (just look at the current political climate) but when I look at the world news and hear about things going on internationally there’s stupid shit everywhere so...
Overall:
You know a book will be fairly entertaining when the opening quotes to set the tone include both Albert Einstein and Anthrax. This book is quite entertaining but also very flawed. I was torn between giving this a 3 or 4-star rating so I decided to give it 3-stars because in all honesty if it weren’t for the excellent narration I don’t think it would even be a question.
Slipknot’s angry, profanity-laced aggression towards the human race and our stupidity is expressed in a more literary fashion here... but at the same time more ranty than artistic and not as fun.
I will say that I hate that I’m only 19 and often relate to the snarky “humanity is fucked” tone this book has. Taylor is often correct in his analysis that people are fucking stupid and changes do need to be made, otherwise society is pretty screwed. Taylor is also very good at expressing this in a humorous manor. Unfortunately it’s plentiful in various issues that I can’t ignore. I also don’t think this would be good for those who aren’t already fans of Corey Taylor’s music.
3/5
This book has quite a bit of sad truth in it.
What’s it about?
Corey Taylor (frontman of Slipknot and Stone Sour) gives us some essays and stories of things he has experienced that he considers substantial evidence that humanity as a whole is stupid and doomed.
Pros:
This book is fucking hilarious! I was laughing a lot throughout, there’s a lot of humor.
This is sadly relatable at times. There’s a lot here I agreed with. I truly think this planet is fucked sometimes. That’s not to say I agree with everything in this book but a lot of it, I do.
The writing is very entertaining and engaging. I often worry that nonfiction will be dry, Taylor’s writing is not dry at all.
There’s some entertaining stories told here.
There are frequent pop culture references but they’re actually funny and make sense to the context, they aren’t very forced like they sometimes are, especially in nonfiction.
I like the narration in the audio edition. It actually adds some stuff and I like it when the author of an essay collection narrates it because it feels kinda like the author is telling you about whatever they wrote the essay on. Taylor is a very entertaining narrator too. Also notable that this edition includes some humorous bits that I don’t think would have worked outside of an audiobook.
Cons:
This book is kinda hypocritical at times. Like, Taylor seems to complain about things that he honestly shouldn’t be complaining about IMO. A notable example is that there’s a whole chapter on not buying stuff that will just be clutter... yet he mentions that he collects comics, figures, art, etc. to the point that some people he knows think he’s a hoarder. Not that there’s anything wrong with collecting that stuff (I’m obsessed with comic books and figures) but if others don’t judge my superhero and horror dolls, I shouldn’t judge someone’s collectible plates and coin sets.
The stuff about technology really makes Taylor’s age kinda show (no offense to my older followers). I understand things like “don’t stare at your phone while walking across the street” but dismissing all social media as stupid (especially from a guy who at least used to get in frequent Twitter arguments)? Complaining about texting in general? Stuff like that just makes me shake my head a bit.
Taylor often rambles for too long and gets way off-topic in a single chapter.
While Taylor admits to some mistakes and stupidity in life, I still couldn’t help but get a “I’m sooo smart” vibe from this book. Maybe it’s accidental (I’m told that I actually do this by accident at times) but he sounds like he believes he’s the authority on what’s smart or dumb and what’s quality or shit.
So the main reason I read this is being a huge fan of Slipknot and liking Stone Sour (though will admit I do like Slipknot more). Unfortunately, while his bands are mentioned now and then, there’s very little about his music.
I didn’t like some of the stuff about America and the stupidity of our country as if stupid shit is mostly American. Don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of stupid shit in America (just look at the current political climate) but when I look at the world news and hear about things going on internationally there’s stupid shit everywhere so...
Overall:
You know a book will be fairly entertaining when the opening quotes to set the tone include both Albert Einstein and Anthrax. This book is quite entertaining but also very flawed. I was torn between giving this a 3 or 4-star rating so I decided to give it 3-stars because in all honesty if it weren’t for the excellent narration I don’t think it would even be a question.
Slipknot’s angry, profanity-laced aggression towards the human race and our stupidity is expressed in a more literary fashion here... but at the same time more ranty than artistic and not as fun.
I will say that I hate that I’m only 19 and often relate to the snarky “humanity is fucked” tone this book has. Taylor is often correct in his analysis that people are fucking stupid and changes do need to be made, otherwise society is pretty screwed. Taylor is also very good at expressing this in a humorous manor. Unfortunately it’s plentiful in various issues that I can’t ignore. I also don’t think this would be good for those who aren’t already fans of Corey Taylor’s music.
3/5
August 12, 2016
Corey has done it.
I always thought that Bernard Black is my spirit guide, but now I'm starting to think that maybe Corey is one. Or maybe they can guide me both? I really hope so.
Oh sush you, Bernard. You'll do just fine.
Corey is a very verbose author, and this time I don't mean it like an accusation. He's not like Hardy, who puts you to sleep every single time you open his books.
He's verbose, but also he's hilarious and wicked smart.
He speaks all the things you think but never say out loud.
He dissed bad drivers, bad parents, other people's children, bad music, listeners of bad music, people on the streets, people on the planes, peole on the airports... I could go on like that for over an hour and never repeat myself.
He doesn't pretend he's better, he says is straight to your face that he did some dumb shit in his life but now he's trying not to (vide: "Hello Pot - I'm Kettle" chapter)
When I was reading the chapter when he talked about road rage, all I though was "wow, Corey, apparently you know what I think when I drive. People should be grateful that I'm not allowed to carry a gun".
Don't you smile at me like that. You know I love you.
Let me tell you that this is not a book for you if:
1. you get easily offended by things that have no real impact on your life;
2. you're one of those people on the airport that NEED to be the first in line to the plane, as if the seats weren't numbered;
3. you're in fact an asshole.
Because if you are, then.. well...
Yeh, then you should not waste you're time on this book, because you won't get anything from it. You won't learn a thing. You'll just think "well, that book was pointless. I'm not like the people he described!" when in fact you are. We all act like assholes at times. We all get self-centered and selfish. We all act like a jerk while driving sometimes. We hurt people. The real difference is to own that up and try not to do that anymore.
And for the end here you are - another gif with Corey. Just. Because.
I always thought that Bernard Black is my spirit guide, but now I'm starting to think that maybe Corey is one. Or maybe they can guide me both? I really hope so.
Oh sush you, Bernard. You'll do just fine.
Corey is a very verbose author, and this time I don't mean it like an accusation. He's not like Hardy, who puts you to sleep every single time you open his books.
He's verbose, but also he's hilarious and wicked smart.
He speaks all the things you think but never say out loud.
He dissed bad drivers, bad parents, other people's children, bad music, listeners of bad music, people on the streets, people on the planes, peole on the airports... I could go on like that for over an hour and never repeat myself.
He doesn't pretend he's better, he says is straight to your face that he did some dumb shit in his life but now he's trying not to (vide: "Hello Pot - I'm Kettle" chapter)
When I was reading the chapter when he talked about road rage, all I though was "wow, Corey, apparently you know what I think when I drive. People should be grateful that I'm not allowed to carry a gun".
Don't you smile at me like that. You know I love you.
Let me tell you that this is not a book for you if:
1. you get easily offended by things that have no real impact on your life;
2. you're one of those people on the airport that NEED to be the first in line to the plane, as if the seats weren't numbered;
3. you're in fact an asshole.
Because if you are, then.. well...
Yeh, then you should not waste you're time on this book, because you won't get anything from it. You won't learn a thing. You'll just think "well, that book was pointless. I'm not like the people he described!" when in fact you are. We all act like assholes at times. We all get self-centered and selfish. We all act like a jerk while driving sometimes. We hurt people. The real difference is to own that up and try not to do that anymore.
And for the end here you are - another gif with Corey. Just. Because.
January 17, 2016
4.5 or 4.75 just not reaching 5 stars
I have had a prolonged toughtful session as to what should I write for a review to this book. I mean I don't think I could simply write anyhing down here without thinking about the possibility that Mr. Taylor there would by some chance come across it and think I am another dumb soul who walks this earth. And I am telling ya, you do not want this man out of anyone else to think you're dumb, or get mad at/because of you. He will rip your dignity and every single belief and every single tiny action you have taken to DAMN shreds and make you feel as if your sole existence is the wrong doing of a couple who have clearly not thought of the consequences of having a stupid child. And he'll come back to diss your sense of fashion, and sense in pretty much every damn thing.
So here's your disclaimer; if you are willing to read this book you betetr as hell be a person of some solid self esteem otherwise this book will mess with your life.
Okay. So back to the book.
I am very delighted to have this book be my first read of the year; I have no resoning for that I just really really enjoyed it. This is my first by corey Taylor and now I am determined to check out other works by him.
So this book literally consists of a bunch of rants by a 40 year old dissing everything about the younger generations, as well as older ones to be fair, but mostly targeted to the younger, or perhaps that's how i grasped it being from that age group. But anyway I would agree with MOST of what he had to say there. I mean yes the current fashion requirements, the current music tastes, segways etc. etc.
Have I not been one cynical and disapproving person myself i would have found this book very thought provking, not to deny the fact that it actually did open my eyes to some things that I neglected for long, but point is.
I am glad someone who is capable and actually has the guts, the humour, the charisma, and the "verbal dexterity " have come around to publishing a literary work of this sort. And I wish more people would read it. I mean i'd buy a bunch of copies and give them away to random people in the streets if I believed they would read them; I know they wouldn't.
Anyway i'll enclose this with a quote from the book to give a sample about the nice soul and mind I got around to explore and read of.
“My good friend Geoffrey Elizabeth Head once imparted to me a saying that bears repeating: “Son, if you’re going to be dumb, be tough because you ain’t going to make it on your brains or your looks.” Judging by my own observations as of late, this world must be full of tough motherfuckers."
Here's another nice one
“Which came first: the ass or the twerk? I really, really, REALLY fucking hope it remains a mystery to me.”
I have had a prolonged toughtful session as to what should I write for a review to this book. I mean I don't think I could simply write anyhing down here without thinking about the possibility that Mr. Taylor there would by some chance come across it and think I am another dumb soul who walks this earth. And I am telling ya, you do not want this man out of anyone else to think you're dumb, or get mad at/because of you. He will rip your dignity and every single belief and every single tiny action you have taken to DAMN shreds and make you feel as if your sole existence is the wrong doing of a couple who have clearly not thought of the consequences of having a stupid child. And he'll come back to diss your sense of fashion, and sense in pretty much every damn thing.
So here's your disclaimer; if you are willing to read this book you betetr as hell be a person of some solid self esteem otherwise this book will mess with your life.
Okay. So back to the book.
I am very delighted to have this book be my first read of the year; I have no resoning for that I just really really enjoyed it. This is my first by corey Taylor and now I am determined to check out other works by him.
So this book literally consists of a bunch of rants by a 40 year old dissing everything about the younger generations, as well as older ones to be fair, but mostly targeted to the younger, or perhaps that's how i grasped it being from that age group. But anyway I would agree with MOST of what he had to say there. I mean yes the current fashion requirements, the current music tastes, segways etc. etc.
Have I not been one cynical and disapproving person myself i would have found this book very thought provking, not to deny the fact that it actually did open my eyes to some things that I neglected for long, but point is.
I am glad someone who is capable and actually has the guts, the humour, the charisma, and the "verbal dexterity " have come around to publishing a literary work of this sort. And I wish more people would read it. I mean i'd buy a bunch of copies and give them away to random people in the streets if I believed they would read them; I know they wouldn't.
Anyway i'll enclose this with a quote from the book to give a sample about the nice soul and mind I got around to explore and read of.
“My good friend Geoffrey Elizabeth Head once imparted to me a saying that bears repeating: “Son, if you’re going to be dumb, be tough because you ain’t going to make it on your brains or your looks.” Judging by my own observations as of late, this world must be full of tough motherfuckers."
Here's another nice one
“Which came first: the ass or the twerk? I really, really, REALLY fucking hope it remains a mystery to me.”
June 6, 2016
There are moments when Taylor is genuinely funny: "show me on the doll where that makes any sense" and "...makes me want to kill penguins in front of children," are examples of his colorful language that earn genuine guffaws. But he's a one-trick pony without the depth or dynamism of other famous ranters (ie.: Dennis Miller, George Carlin). This collection of essays is already short, but each chapter could be trimmed by half.
I was especially disappointed by his screed, late in the book, that maunders on, old-man-shaking-fist-style, about the sorry state of popular music. As a musician, Taylor might have some real insight about this, the business, or the forces that pull artists in conflicting directions. Instead, he complains about fake-fans who can't recognize corporate musical swill because they don't know the history of the genre, only to then go on to recognize that the poverty of contemporary recording has caused him to dip into the back catalogue of jazz artists: Coltrane, Monk, etc. Of course, he has another chapter called "Hello pot, I'm Kettle"....
For folks who don't read much humor and who LOVE Slipknot or Stone Sour, this is the perfect gift. For the rest of us, it is entirely non-essential.
I was especially disappointed by his screed, late in the book, that maunders on, old-man-shaking-fist-style, about the sorry state of popular music. As a musician, Taylor might have some real insight about this, the business, or the forces that pull artists in conflicting directions. Instead, he complains about fake-fans who can't recognize corporate musical swill because they don't know the history of the genre, only to then go on to recognize that the poverty of contemporary recording has caused him to dip into the back catalogue of jazz artists: Coltrane, Monk, etc. Of course, he has another chapter called "Hello pot, I'm Kettle"....
For folks who don't read much humor and who LOVE Slipknot or Stone Sour, this is the perfect gift. For the rest of us, it is entirely non-essential.
March 24, 2016
Corey Taylor has done it again. This book is more aggressive and opinionated than his first two books, and he calls this one his "Angry Old Man book." It's definitely angry. AND HILARIOUS.
This book is not for the masses or for people who have issues with vulgar language. I would definitely recommend it to fans of Slipknot and Stone Sour as well as heavy metal/hard rock fans in general.
Corey Taylor basically uses this book to rant about all the things people do that he absolutely hates. Each chapter has a focus on something (like airports, terrible parents with terrible children, popular music, etc.). For people who might pick this up that are new to Corey Taylor, they might assume that he's a hypocrite and a narcissist because he's so obsessed with other people's flaws. But through each chapter, he addresses some of his own flaws too. And the second to last chapter is completely focused on his own shortcomings.
All in all, I loved this book. Corey Taylor is a riot in every sense of the word. Now I have to go listen to some Stone Sour.
This book is not for the masses or for people who have issues with vulgar language. I would definitely recommend it to fans of Slipknot and Stone Sour as well as heavy metal/hard rock fans in general.
Corey Taylor basically uses this book to rant about all the things people do that he absolutely hates. Each chapter has a focus on something (like airports, terrible parents with terrible children, popular music, etc.). For people who might pick this up that are new to Corey Taylor, they might assume that he's a hypocrite and a narcissist because he's so obsessed with other people's flaws. But through each chapter, he addresses some of his own flaws too. And the second to last chapter is completely focused on his own shortcomings.
All in all, I loved this book. Corey Taylor is a riot in every sense of the word. Now I have to go listen to some Stone Sour.
January 5, 2024
Thank you Mr Taylor for another fun filled rant!
July 18, 2023
Corey's writing engaged me from the start and I found myself laughing a lot at how he worded things and the jokes he made. This is full of personality and a lot of it clearly shows that he knows how to write and entertain an audience in more ways than his music.
It started out entertaining but I quickly became tired of the endless barrage of anger and negativity about literally everything he could think of. I didn't agree with some parts because I thought he was being needlessly dramatic and judgmental. And he's also quite hypocritical since he complains about so much but it's not like he's innocent of all of these things.
I agree with and understand a lot of his qualms from the perspective of who he is, but I'd just like a bit less aggressive hatred for a lot of things that maybe he just doesn't quite understand without opening himself up to other perspectives. He has some very valid deep feelings which come across in a relatable way in his music; this book just felt like complaining about a whole lot of more minor things that aren't always really that bad and, like he said, he never claimed to be a saint. So I don't entirely like his high and mighty, I'm always right attitude in this book when he literally admits to doing half this stuff himself. As a general look on humanity and how sad certain things are in modern society, he did make some very true and good points here.
It started out entertaining but I quickly became tired of the endless barrage of anger and negativity about literally everything he could think of. I didn't agree with some parts because I thought he was being needlessly dramatic and judgmental. And he's also quite hypocritical since he complains about so much but it's not like he's innocent of all of these things.
I agree with and understand a lot of his qualms from the perspective of who he is, but I'd just like a bit less aggressive hatred for a lot of things that maybe he just doesn't quite understand without opening himself up to other perspectives. He has some very valid deep feelings which come across in a relatable way in his music; this book just felt like complaining about a whole lot of more minor things that aren't always really that bad and, like he said, he never claimed to be a saint. So I don't entirely like his high and mighty, I'm always right attitude in this book when he literally admits to doing half this stuff himself. As a general look on humanity and how sad certain things are in modern society, he did make some very true and good points here.
January 11, 2016
I bought this book because of all the raving reviews but i must say that i was very disappointed. It was mostly an angry diatribe about everything that we all find annoying in our daily lives, which i usually enjoy. I felt like Corey just tried to hard to sound much more intellectual than would be necessary for such a subject matter. If any of you readers are familiar with the rambling, nonsensical "final thought" on the old Jerry Springer show, then you'll know what i'm talking about. I also felt like he droned on and on and on about the same subject, constantly repeating the same thoughts, just worded differently. To use his own words, "Is there anything worse than a paragraph that stretches just a little too long and is loaded with a ton of rhetorical questions that have no way of being answered right away?".....the answer is yes, there is something worse.....a book that stretches entirely too long, rambling on and on about the same subject matter, and so obviously interjected with ostentatious language that it portrays the author as a pretentious idiot. See, Corey, we know big words too ;)
July 1, 2015
I was blessed with an early copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for this honest review.
(This review can also be seen on my blog @ Ok, so I...)
In this third novel by Slipknot and Stone Sour vocalist, Corey Taylor, we are taken on a witty adventure into into his brain as he reveals truths about the idiocy that resides in the human race. I feel that anyone who reads this book at some point can relate to (or be insulted by) the subjects discussed within. Parenting, children, the music industry, driving "skills", relationships, air travel, spending habits, food intake, ugly babies... not much goes untouched. If you happen to be someone that gets easily offended by someone rightfully stating their well educated opinion and shriek at the occasional use of some well placed C-bombs (check UrbanDictionary.com if you're unfamiliar with the term), then this book simply isn't for you. Stop reading. Move along. There's nothing for you here. Bye.
Still with me? Good. I shall continue.
What I respect most about Corey Taylor's writing is that he makes me think. Like, really think. As readers, we don't have to agree with the opinions of the man behind the mask, (which I don't completely), but keeping an open mind and taking in his point, we should easily be able to start a logical and enjoyable conversation about the subject matter at hand. A solid example is his first book, Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged Good. In this, Mr. Taylor, as an atheist, aims to start a discussion (while sharing plenty of sinfully charged stories) on the seven deadly sins. I disagreed with a majority of his opinions, and even myself being a religious man, I was still able to say the guy made some solid points while also forcing me to think outside of my semi-limited moral box. This latest release is absolutely no different.
Yes, this book is more or less a blunt and heavily opinionated man with massive anger issues ranting about actions people commit that piss him off, but don't you fret... Taylor is man enough to swallow his pride and call himself out on the tomfoolery he's committed (and will more than likely continue with doing so). Hell, there's a whole chapter on it titled "Hello, Pot - I'm Kettle".
In the end, this book made my laugh out loud, get a little angry and think really hard, and I implore that you take some time to read this and his other printed works as they've all been a solid experience in literary entertainment.
You're Making Me Hate You come out July 7th, 2015.
"Oh, and one more fucking thing...
USE YOUR FUCKING TURN SIGNAL." -Corey Taylor
(This review can also be seen on my blog @ Ok, so I...)
In this third novel by Slipknot and Stone Sour vocalist, Corey Taylor, we are taken on a witty adventure into into his brain as he reveals truths about the idiocy that resides in the human race. I feel that anyone who reads this book at some point can relate to (or be insulted by) the subjects discussed within. Parenting, children, the music industry, driving "skills", relationships, air travel, spending habits, food intake, ugly babies... not much goes untouched. If you happen to be someone that gets easily offended by someone rightfully stating their well educated opinion and shriek at the occasional use of some well placed C-bombs (check UrbanDictionary.com if you're unfamiliar with the term), then this book simply isn't for you. Stop reading. Move along. There's nothing for you here. Bye.
Still with me? Good. I shall continue.
What I respect most about Corey Taylor's writing is that he makes me think. Like, really think. As readers, we don't have to agree with the opinions of the man behind the mask, (which I don't completely), but keeping an open mind and taking in his point, we should easily be able to start a logical and enjoyable conversation about the subject matter at hand. A solid example is his first book, Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged Good. In this, Mr. Taylor, as an atheist, aims to start a discussion (while sharing plenty of sinfully charged stories) on the seven deadly sins. I disagreed with a majority of his opinions, and even myself being a religious man, I was still able to say the guy made some solid points while also forcing me to think outside of my semi-limited moral box. This latest release is absolutely no different.
Yes, this book is more or less a blunt and heavily opinionated man with massive anger issues ranting about actions people commit that piss him off, but don't you fret... Taylor is man enough to swallow his pride and call himself out on the tomfoolery he's committed (and will more than likely continue with doing so). Hell, there's a whole chapter on it titled "Hello, Pot - I'm Kettle".
In the end, this book made my laugh out loud, get a little angry and think really hard, and I implore that you take some time to read this and his other printed works as they've all been a solid experience in literary entertainment.
You're Making Me Hate You come out July 7th, 2015.
"Oh, and one more fucking thing...
USE YOUR FUCKING TURN SIGNAL." -Corey Taylor
March 16, 2016
Hoping For some interesting commentary unfortunately just rants about the easiest targets of all. gosh it's hard to wait in line in an airport gosh some parents suck. Gosh current pop music isn't up to my standards lots of reference to shitting his pants did this happen often only plus is I liked his voice on the audiobook
November 22, 2016
Now I consider myself a pretty big fan of Slipknot, so after hearing great reviews about the some of Corey Taylor's writing I decided to give this book a try. I may still take a stab at reading one of his other books because I really want to like his writing and give it a second chance, but I need time to recover from this hot mess of a book. This book was just a bunch of rants about how much more intelligent Taylor finds himself to be over the rest of us plebians, and while I found his colorful vocabulary humorous at times, I barely made it to the end due to the hypocrisy and smugness that oozed from every page. I gave his work a shot and was severely underwhelmed. Pursue it at your own risk.
April 9, 2018
You kind of get the point by chapter 5. Ironically, this book made me hate him a little bit.
November 22, 2016
First of all, what this book is not:
* Angry
* A Thomas Ligotti diatribe against humanity
* Advocating violence or discord of any sort
What this book is:
* Hilarious
* Hilarious
* Hilarious
I was expecting a meandering reduction of humanity in its basest form, which can be entertaining at times. What I got was a non-divisive, hilarious rant on annoying features about humans, but no specifics about individual humans themselves.
A chapter on people who don't use their turn signals?
It's hard to take offense at this, even if you don't use your turn signal.
This isn't your typical rock star as told to book - it's a hilarious easy read, tied together by non-sequential chapters.
What really did it for me is when Corey Taylor threatens to whack those who disagree with him with a plastic whiffle ball bat. He could have said bat, but he chose something that would leave a mark instead of an injury. And that's about as violent as this gets.
Hilarious read - I highly recommend it!
* Angry
* A Thomas Ligotti diatribe against humanity
* Advocating violence or discord of any sort
What this book is:
* Hilarious
* Hilarious
* Hilarious
I was expecting a meandering reduction of humanity in its basest form, which can be entertaining at times. What I got was a non-divisive, hilarious rant on annoying features about humans, but no specifics about individual humans themselves.
A chapter on people who don't use their turn signals?
It's hard to take offense at this, even if you don't use your turn signal.
This isn't your typical rock star as told to book - it's a hilarious easy read, tied together by non-sequential chapters.
What really did it for me is when Corey Taylor threatens to whack those who disagree with him with a plastic whiffle ball bat. He could have said bat, but he chose something that would leave a mark instead of an injury. And that's about as violent as this gets.
Hilarious read - I highly recommend it!
December 12, 2016
When I first saw that Corey Taylor wrote a book (yes I know he already wrote several but somehow I never knew this) and it's called "You're making me hate you" I was so excited and directly had to buy it. So you can imagine my expectations were really high that this book was funny, agressiv and honest.
Starting to read it, unfortunately I didn't find it funny. It was interesting, sometimes it was amusing, but really funny? No. I understand why people say it's hilarious and shocking, but for me it wasn't. I mean come on, I know his music, I know a bit about him, there wasn't anything that I wouldn't have expected. This book basically just showed me that Corey is just a normal guy - yes not that "Polo-shirt-wearing, golf-playing, next-door-dad, but still, just a normal guy who had a hard childhood and learned to get along with but never quite over it.
It was a nice read but still I was disappointed.
Starting to read it, unfortunately I didn't find it funny. It was interesting, sometimes it was amusing, but really funny? No. I understand why people say it's hilarious and shocking, but for me it wasn't. I mean come on, I know his music, I know a bit about him, there wasn't anything that I wouldn't have expected. This book basically just showed me that Corey is just a normal guy - yes not that "Polo-shirt-wearing, golf-playing, next-door-dad, but still, just a normal guy who had a hard childhood and learned to get along with but never quite over it.
It was a nice read but still I was disappointed.
July 18, 2015
This book basically echoes all my sentiments in a way that only someone as brazen and articulate as Corey Taylor is capable of.
From the sad state of the music industry to the parents who are leashing their children, nothing is off limits.
The thing I love most about Corey's books is that he doesn't just give you his opinion, he tells you why he has that opinion. He could have stopped at "pop music is shallow rubbish" and few of us would have disagreed with him, but that would just be too easy.
In terms of content, I'm not sure Corey can top this one. But I guess we'll have to wait and see.....
From the sad state of the music industry to the parents who are leashing their children, nothing is off limits.
The thing I love most about Corey's books is that he doesn't just give you his opinion, he tells you why he has that opinion. He could have stopped at "pop music is shallow rubbish" and few of us would have disagreed with him, but that would just be too easy.
In terms of content, I'm not sure Corey can top this one. But I guess we'll have to wait and see.....
June 10, 2017
I love snarky books, comedy books, clever social commentary. I thought I'd like this one after a coworker loaned it to me. But no. I couldn't even finish it. I read through chapter five and was really put off by the constant negative trashing. I like funny foul-mouthed cleverness but this was just a windbag in love with his many was to say crass things and rip on everyone. Boring and real lack of wit.
August 27, 2015
Bravo mr. Taylor. Another great book.
I agreed on basically everything except hating fall out boy. They are totally overplayed and I get it, but they still have talent and actually write their songs.
Corey has such a wonderful way of writing. My face changes every sentence. I am either laughing, angry or intently paying attention.
Corey is awesome. The end
I agreed on basically everything except hating fall out boy. They are totally overplayed and I get it, but they still have talent and actually write their songs.
Corey has such a wonderful way of writing. My face changes every sentence. I am either laughing, angry or intently paying attention.
Corey is awesome. The end
February 7, 2019
I thought I was pretty bad when it came to ranting and raging. However, I think Corey Taylor has me beat.
This books basically details what makes Corey Taylor angry with the human race. The short answer; they suck. The long answer; chapters of ranting, raging, and some pretty funny stories.
Funny read. Corey Taylor is definitely the King of ranting.
This books basically details what makes Corey Taylor angry with the human race. The short answer; they suck. The long answer; chapters of ranting, raging, and some pretty funny stories.
Funny read. Corey Taylor is definitely the King of ranting.
July 12, 2015
I loved it! Corey Taylor makes you laugh, yet he always makes a point. I look forward to reading his books.
May 27, 2017
“I haven’t been everywhere, but I’ve been to enough “wheres” to know that Earth has pockets of stupid popping up north, south, east, and west. From the equator to the prime meridian—dumb does not so easily wash off.”
One should NOT read this book at a public place, for example a nice, quiet hipster cafe. While drinking beer. You'll just end up laughing so hard you'll look positively stupid with beer bursting from your nostrils. The intro alone made me laugh for 15 minutes straight. After finishing the intro (and doing my best to ignore the raised eyebrows people were giving in my direction), I went out for a cigarette, while people at the nearest tables edged closer to mine to take a closer look at the book title.
That being said, the book is damn brilliant. I haven't agreed with something so completely since listening to George Carlin a few years back. Taylor is brutally direct and honest, lashing out at the stupid behaviour models of the modern man and the idiocy of our culture today. The book is fast-paced, rant-filled and full of curses and insults directed at the aforementioned topic. Definitely not meant for the faint-hearted but a delightful and laughter-filled read.
One should NOT read this book at a public place, for example a nice, quiet hipster cafe. While drinking beer. You'll just end up laughing so hard you'll look positively stupid with beer bursting from your nostrils. The intro alone made me laugh for 15 minutes straight. After finishing the intro (and doing my best to ignore the raised eyebrows people were giving in my direction), I went out for a cigarette, while people at the nearest tables edged closer to mine to take a closer look at the book title.
That being said, the book is damn brilliant. I haven't agreed with something so completely since listening to George Carlin a few years back. Taylor is brutally direct and honest, lashing out at the stupid behaviour models of the modern man and the idiocy of our culture today. The book is fast-paced, rant-filled and full of curses and insults directed at the aforementioned topic. Definitely not meant for the faint-hearted but a delightful and laughter-filled read.
February 3, 2020
4,5/5. This book just played with my feelings all reading long. It made me laugh, made me angry and made me happy that I'm not alone thinking that way. Funny but a deeper true behind every aspect of it, that makes you think, if you're willing to give some energy to it, about people, society and just how crazily we are just destroying and loosing sight of everything that's important. I was curious to see what Corey Taylor could create has an author and I wasn't disappointed. Interesting!
February 13, 2024
Corey is a good storyteller, and lots of his ideas/opinions are right or will make you wonder. He makes you laugh and shake your head. Now, with that being said, he also repeats himself and goes off and loses focus a lot. Either way, he is bang in about modern music and society. He is intelligent but also stretched this book out too much.
November 10, 2015
Once again, Corey Taylor does not disappoint!
This is the third book I have read by Taylor and the first I didn’t do as an audio book. Since I received an early copy through NetGalley, listening to Taylor rant at the top of his lungs was not an option.
But it would have been funny as hell.
You’re Making Me Hate You takes a cranky look at the state of the world and the human race. Taylor rants on everything from the music industry to the behavior of children. From travelling in airports to fashion disasters of the highest degree. He not only offers commentary, but some insight on why he thinks the way he does. For instance, his chapter on kids was one I almost died laughing while reading. This one quote echoes the same thing I’ve been saying, almost word-for-word, most of my life:
“Let me tell you something really quick: I love my children. I do. However, I am really not fond of other people’s children, including some of my closest friends’ kids. Really, I just hate them. I’m a decent enough guy not to say it to their faces, but it’s true.”
I don’t like kids. I love my kids, but I don’t generally like children. Tiny humans bug me. I don’t have the village mentality. I had two children. It’s my job to get those two children to 18 years old without killing them or turning them into assholes. I have my two and I don’t need to chill with any others. I’m probably the only chick in existence that doesn’t gush over babies and I get looked at like I have twelve heads when I say I don’t want to hold it.
Don’t look at me like that. They’re little puke factories!
Taylor’s take on fashion was one I was very much looking forward to seeing simply because of some of his outfits of awards shows gone by.
You have to admit, he rocks the shit out of those suits, especially the green one. Love it! Regardless of what he’s chosen for award show attire in the past, Taylor admits that even his fashion choices have been many steps above some of the crap passing for fashion these days. And his commentary on it will have you shooting coffee out of your nose.
“But even compared to my fashion disasters, this guy looked like a douche pickle soaked in toilet water.”
Also, don’t let him fool you. Taylor can wear the shit out of a nice suit when he wants to.
With all the negativity in this book, I honestly expected to quickly grow bored with it, but that was not at all the case. Taylor’s prior books all had a focal point and YMMHY is a kind of free-form stream of consciousness. I don’t say that to discourage readers. Just the opposite. This style, although he gets off track here and there, works for Taylor. He’s obviously a guy with a lot to say, and sometimes verbal vomit is the best course of action. Especially when you’re saying all the things that you know everyone is thinking but is too afraid to utter out loud.
Like me and my dislike of children.
Fret not! He’s got little love notes for the readers sprinkled throughout the book, too. I was about half way through the first chapter when I was starting to grow concerned that I was about to embark on a journey in which the writer spends several hundred pages bashing the very people buying the book. And then he said nice things and made me feel all warm and fuzzy again. lol
“Oh, but not you exceptional observers of taste and vision! I’m not lumping you into that bacterial pot of oatmeal. No, I have other plans for you. You are going to become my army. You are going to form my Legion of Doom to fight the Regions of Dumb.”
Overall, this was a fantastic book. Another great addition to his book shelf. As much as I adore Corey as a musician, he’s fast become one of my favorites writers as well. I just hope YMMHY isn’t going to be Taylor’s last dip into the publishing pool. I really look forward to each new release and it’s a little heart breaking that this one might be the last. Stay tuned, party people! I will keep you updated on any news I hear. Promise.
SOME OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES FROM THE BOOK
“Sometimes it just really sucks to be America, especially when I know just how much potential this country has for greatness and acceptance. But I don’t dwell; I just make voodoo dolls.”
“Plus, with all the booze they’re chugging down there’s a very good chance they’ll wake up in a Build-A-Bear Workshop, naked and balls deep in a container full of cotton and tony bear panties. Yep. That’s my people… God, I fuckin’ hate people.”
“Justin: between your massive sense of self-importance, your terrible attitude problem, and the way you treat your fans, you don’t deserve your fame.”
“We’ll never be able to get out of our own ways long enough to see the other’s point of view because we’re all so fucking busy paying more attention to the sounds of our own voices than to what the other person is saying.”
“Shit happens—just don’t let it happen all over you.”
“Listen to some music that doesn’t just repeat the word “Baby” 23,457 times.”
“I’ve never used the term “YOLO” seriously. Whenever I hear someone say that and mean it, my skin crawls and I get very stabby.”
This is the third book I have read by Taylor and the first I didn’t do as an audio book. Since I received an early copy through NetGalley, listening to Taylor rant at the top of his lungs was not an option.
But it would have been funny as hell.
You’re Making Me Hate You takes a cranky look at the state of the world and the human race. Taylor rants on everything from the music industry to the behavior of children. From travelling in airports to fashion disasters of the highest degree. He not only offers commentary, but some insight on why he thinks the way he does. For instance, his chapter on kids was one I almost died laughing while reading. This one quote echoes the same thing I’ve been saying, almost word-for-word, most of my life:
“Let me tell you something really quick: I love my children. I do. However, I am really not fond of other people’s children, including some of my closest friends’ kids. Really, I just hate them. I’m a decent enough guy not to say it to their faces, but it’s true.”
I don’t like kids. I love my kids, but I don’t generally like children. Tiny humans bug me. I don’t have the village mentality. I had two children. It’s my job to get those two children to 18 years old without killing them or turning them into assholes. I have my two and I don’t need to chill with any others. I’m probably the only chick in existence that doesn’t gush over babies and I get looked at like I have twelve heads when I say I don’t want to hold it.
Don’t look at me like that. They’re little puke factories!
Taylor’s take on fashion was one I was very much looking forward to seeing simply because of some of his outfits of awards shows gone by.
You have to admit, he rocks the shit out of those suits, especially the green one. Love it! Regardless of what he’s chosen for award show attire in the past, Taylor admits that even his fashion choices have been many steps above some of the crap passing for fashion these days. And his commentary on it will have you shooting coffee out of your nose.
“But even compared to my fashion disasters, this guy looked like a douche pickle soaked in toilet water.”
Also, don’t let him fool you. Taylor can wear the shit out of a nice suit when he wants to.
With all the negativity in this book, I honestly expected to quickly grow bored with it, but that was not at all the case. Taylor’s prior books all had a focal point and YMMHY is a kind of free-form stream of consciousness. I don’t say that to discourage readers. Just the opposite. This style, although he gets off track here and there, works for Taylor. He’s obviously a guy with a lot to say, and sometimes verbal vomit is the best course of action. Especially when you’re saying all the things that you know everyone is thinking but is too afraid to utter out loud.
Like me and my dislike of children.
Fret not! He’s got little love notes for the readers sprinkled throughout the book, too. I was about half way through the first chapter when I was starting to grow concerned that I was about to embark on a journey in which the writer spends several hundred pages bashing the very people buying the book. And then he said nice things and made me feel all warm and fuzzy again. lol
“Oh, but not you exceptional observers of taste and vision! I’m not lumping you into that bacterial pot of oatmeal. No, I have other plans for you. You are going to become my army. You are going to form my Legion of Doom to fight the Regions of Dumb.”
Overall, this was a fantastic book. Another great addition to his book shelf. As much as I adore Corey as a musician, he’s fast become one of my favorites writers as well. I just hope YMMHY isn’t going to be Taylor’s last dip into the publishing pool. I really look forward to each new release and it’s a little heart breaking that this one might be the last. Stay tuned, party people! I will keep you updated on any news I hear. Promise.
SOME OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES FROM THE BOOK
“Sometimes it just really sucks to be America, especially when I know just how much potential this country has for greatness and acceptance. But I don’t dwell; I just make voodoo dolls.”
“Plus, with all the booze they’re chugging down there’s a very good chance they’ll wake up in a Build-A-Bear Workshop, naked and balls deep in a container full of cotton and tony bear panties. Yep. That’s my people… God, I fuckin’ hate people.”
“Justin: between your massive sense of self-importance, your terrible attitude problem, and the way you treat your fans, you don’t deserve your fame.”
“We’ll never be able to get out of our own ways long enough to see the other’s point of view because we’re all so fucking busy paying more attention to the sounds of our own voices than to what the other person is saying.”
“Shit happens—just don’t let it happen all over you.”
“Listen to some music that doesn’t just repeat the word “Baby” 23,457 times.”
“I’ve never used the term “YOLO” seriously. Whenever I hear someone say that and mean it, my skin crawls and I get very stabby.”
March 24, 2017
This was hilarious and agreed with Mr Taylor on so many of his points. he presented his opinions clearly and intelligently yes at points he probably does get pretty rambly but I think that shows passion. I adore this man.
recommend wether your a fan of his bands or not. it's a great time.
recommend wether your a fan of his bands or not. it's a great time.
May 30, 2024
It's a book that you would expect from Corey Taylor. A book full of insults, angry rambling, and lots of b*tching. Although it was funny at times it just gave me a negative vibe. Just an ok book.
January 15, 2025
Hilarious with extremely valid points from cover to cover! Absolutely love Corey Taylor’s perspective on the failed alien science project we call humanity!
December 30, 2020
This is a book about, as kids would say today, the old man yelling at the cloud. And it's great. No one writes like this anymore about anger. Or fury. Or flat out psychoses.
In the introduction, Taylor says that by reading this book, you are giving him permission to, upon witnessing you breaking his rules as stated in this book, beat you in the face with a wiffle ball bat. It isn't until much later that he mentions said bat has nails through it . . .
I'm not a genius. I'm smarter than the average bear, but I still laugh at stupid stuff. Usually stupid stuff I've done myself. But I really didn't want to get that wiffle ball bat to the face, nails or no, so I went through this book desperately hoping I wasn't guilty of any of the stupidity that drives him crazy enough to write a book like this.
Let's take it by each chapter. The first chapter is more like a preamble to get you prepared for the kind of stupidity you're about to read. So let's start with chapter two, which is about the stupidity of people in public. Not guilty, your honor. I mean, I've done stupid things in public when drunk out of my mind, but that's not what Taylor is talking about here. This is a psychosis I share with him. I hate going to the grocery store because no one is cognizant of their surroundings. When I'm pushing my cart to the end of the aisle, I slow down because there might be someone about to cross my path. That person will never EVER acknowledge my presence and will push by without a single glance to see if they were ever in danger of getting hit by my cart. People will linger over which kind of mustard they want, and they'll do it forever. All I want is my bottle of French's, but you're in the way and completely ignoring me. When I have no choice but to go to the store, I'm a man on a mission. I know exactly what I want, and I place it in order from right to left in the store, because I want to spend the least amount of time in there. And oblivious people make this IMPOSSIBLE.
But the one Taylor and I really share are people who don't know what they're doing on the road. They drive their cars, surprise, with no regard for the motorists around them. I've talked about my own psychotic road rage in many other places. When people do stupid things on the road, I scream at them about the horrible ways I want them to die, usually involving a dildo accident. When they do something really stupid, I get this irrational thought in my head. I need to teach them a lesson. I want them absolutely terrified of me, so I tailgate them and swerve back and forth within the lines because I want them to be so scared that they'll never do that thing they just did ever again. One time I actually followed someone to their home and parked in their driveway. Sanity returned to me when I realized that if I beat the daylights out of this moron, I would probably go to jail. Someday, you are going to find out that I've been arrested. It won't be for anything pervy, like most of you would think. It'll be because I followed an idiot home, gone to their driveway and rammed their car hard enough for it to go all the way through their garage. Don't get me started on pedestrians who can't be bothered to look up from their cell phones while crossing the street. I used to work in the Loop, and every one of these idiots are either looking at their phones or they're obsessed with looking at their reflections in the store fronts they walk past. It's like that scene in Shaun of the Dead when there are zombies everywhere, but no one seems to notice because, well, people have a zombie mindset. So yes, I'm 100% on the same page with this one.
Chapter three: airplane travel. Take my irritation with shoppers and motorists and combine them. You still won't be able to match the stupidity of someone at the airport. Once again, not guilty your Honor. I don't fly often, but when I do, I like to be prepared. I go online the night before and check in so I don't have to do it in person. I have my luggage ready for check in when I arrive so there is no possible way for me to take up more than five minutes of someone's time. But that never takes into account the idiots who have no idea what they're doing with their luggage, and some of them even try to haggle over the price of a trip or get an extra carry on or they have a carry on that won't fit under the seat or in the overhead compartment. And then there is security. You need your photo ID and your ticket in hand, which I always do. These other idiots are fumbling around through their wallet and their carry on and their purse before they can get what they need. Some even try to talk their way out of showing their photo ID. And then there's the metal detectors and x-ray machines. When I'm getting on an airplane, the only thing I carry in my pocket is my photo ID. My wallet, phone, everything is in my carry on. People still argue about the shoe thing with guards. Look, I think it's a stupid rule, too, but it's not getting bent for you, so get bent. And put your belt in the bin, you idiot. Yeah, I know. My pants don't fit me anymore, either, but that's one reason why we have hands. Hold your pants up. And then there's the terminal, and the people who argue over their place in line, and then you're on the plane and . . . *sigh* I'm a big guy. I don't like air travel. But I can fit between the armrests. It's my knees that have a problem. They're always pressed against the seat in front of me. I like the window seat because I'm guaranteed one armrest, and I get to watch us take off and land, which never gets old for me. But I'm always wedged against the wall because the people next to me ate a Buick for lunch. My God, am I the old man yelling at the cloud, too?! Yes. Yes, I am.
Chapter four: fashion. This one will be quick. I know everyone wants to look good in what they wear, but style over comfort is just too stupid. Why would you wear something that makes you stiff and aching? And yeah, I like taking a peek at a woman who is wearing a shirt that's a size too small for her boobs. I'm a guy. I'm discrete about it, but still. I'd much rather she be comfortable than for me to be able to see a moment of beauty. My style has never changed over the entire course of my life. T-shirt and jeans. That's it. Neither of them are form fitting because when I sit down, walk, etc., I want to be comfortable. I don't want to have to suck my gut in. Again, we're on the same page.
Chapter five: driving again. See above for more information.
Chapter six: the way people handle money. Mostly the way they spend it. You are never going to see me driving an Astor Martin because there's no point. I need a car to get me from point A to point B, and that's it. I have no one I need to impress, especially not myself. And I don't buy jewelry, not even for girlfriends I've had. Again, it's pointless. No fancy watches for me. No watches at all. If I wear one, my hand gets all sweaty, which has an effect on the rest of me. I stopped wearing them in college. You will never see me standing in line to get the new iSucker phone. I like to say that if I ever hit it rich, I'd get a castle and a pirate ship. But that's just not true. You'll never see me in a tie-required restaurant eating a hundred dollar steak. It could be the best steak in the world, but no meat is worth that much. The only extravagance I have is books. Well, and movies. I have more books than the average small town library. But books aren't meaningless twaddle like the other stuff I mentioned. They have more value than what you paid for them. But you're on Goodreads, so you're either an author (like me) or a voracious reader (like me), so you probably already know that.
Chapter seven: relationships. Meaning, mostly, the one in which you're in love and having sex. I really suck at those. Like, monstrously bad. That's why I don't get involved anymore. It's cheaper and sometimes more satisfying to go online and look for porn. My problem comes when I'm eventually given an ultimatum about something. I hate those, and I always have. I will always, without question, choose the option they don't want me to choose. Story time: when I was maybe 11 years old, I visited my dad and my second stepmom in Vegas. We were going to go camping. But the night before, Dad (a great cook from a long line of great cooks) made hot dogs and beans. I love hot dogs, and I ate 'em up. But I can't stand beans. I didn't touch them. Dad asked why not, and I told him why not. He then said that if I don't eat those beans, we weren't going camping tomorrow. I said, with a great deal of pride, "Then we're NOT going camping tomorrow." If I said that to my own dad, what hope does a girlfriend have? Taylor has a great idea to settle issues of compatibility with his twelve month contract plan. I'll leave you to read that one for yourself. I'll make the argument that I'm not guilty of this stupidity. When it becomes clear to me that arguments with the fairer sex are more than just arguments, that they are major resentments, I get out. I do it as politely and humanely as possible. But I'm gone before it gets worse. But the argument could be said that I am guilty of this one because I was stupid enough to propose marriage to the same woman five times over 20+ years. She even said yes a couple of times. So I plead the filth.
Chapter eight: children of stupid people. The simple fact of the matter is if you're an idiot, your kid's going to grow up to be an idiot. Dirty Harry once said, "A man has got to know his limitations." I know mine very well, and as such, I have no children and no plans to ever have them. I'm a product of abuse, and I know very well how the cycle works. If I can't stand 99% of the children already here, any kid I might have has zero chance of getting a decent upbringing. So not guilty.
Chapter nine: the state of modern art, in particular music. I only have one talent: writing. I've tried others. I tried to learn guitar in high school, but I learned that I'm tone deaf and can't even tune a guitar, much less play it. I tried painting and illustrating, but there's nothing there. I even tried sculpting once, and that did not work out well. But I write and I write well, I think. Brian Keene is fond of saying that a writer opens a vein and pours his blood out on the page, and I do that quite a bit. Sometimes I just want to make a reader laugh, but a lot of times, in particular with my book, BLOOD, it's very personal and involves an extraordinarily dark part of me that I'd rather no one else saw. I found it interesting that Taylor used slightly the same analogy as Keene. He said that musicians have to go up on stage every night and bleed. He's disgusted with how quality has gone incredibly down with music and art. I don't know if I believe that much. I read a lot of great modern books and listen to some modern music and see a lot of modern film. Much of it is great and fun. But I get what he's saying. I'm not a fan of writing room writing, if you get me. Ten to fifteen people getting together to write a story that they're not even going to tell themselves? That probably won't even look like their story by the time a director and actors are done with it? Taylor says that, yes, as a band they work together to write music, but they're the ones who are actually going on stage to perform it. I'm a huge fan of integrity in art. If you have a vision, stick to it. Take advice, sure, but don't take every piece of advice given to you. You should ignore the stuff that doesn't make sense. So I guess I'm not entirely on board with this one, but I'm on board enough for it to count.
Chapter ten: Taylor's own stupidity. He'll call everyone out for stupid stuff, up to and including himself. I know when I've done something stupid, usually after the fact, and if it's important I'll own up to it.
Chapter eleven: conclusion. A plea for people to stop being stupid. He outlines the difference between someone who is stupid and someone who is incompetent. The former just can't be fixed. The latter can be, with training and direction. Structure and focus.
So in conclusion for me, I'm 99.9% certain that if I ever met Corey Taylor, I wouldn't get the wiffle ball bat to the face. I hope that anyone reading this is on that particular page, too. Don't do anything to get the wiffle ball bat to the face. Even without the nails, it's gonna hurt.
In the introduction, Taylor says that by reading this book, you are giving him permission to, upon witnessing you breaking his rules as stated in this book, beat you in the face with a wiffle ball bat. It isn't until much later that he mentions said bat has nails through it . . .
I'm not a genius. I'm smarter than the average bear, but I still laugh at stupid stuff. Usually stupid stuff I've done myself. But I really didn't want to get that wiffle ball bat to the face, nails or no, so I went through this book desperately hoping I wasn't guilty of any of the stupidity that drives him crazy enough to write a book like this.
Let's take it by each chapter. The first chapter is more like a preamble to get you prepared for the kind of stupidity you're about to read. So let's start with chapter two, which is about the stupidity of people in public. Not guilty, your honor. I mean, I've done stupid things in public when drunk out of my mind, but that's not what Taylor is talking about here. This is a psychosis I share with him. I hate going to the grocery store because no one is cognizant of their surroundings. When I'm pushing my cart to the end of the aisle, I slow down because there might be someone about to cross my path. That person will never EVER acknowledge my presence and will push by without a single glance to see if they were ever in danger of getting hit by my cart. People will linger over which kind of mustard they want, and they'll do it forever. All I want is my bottle of French's, but you're in the way and completely ignoring me. When I have no choice but to go to the store, I'm a man on a mission. I know exactly what I want, and I place it in order from right to left in the store, because I want to spend the least amount of time in there. And oblivious people make this IMPOSSIBLE.
But the one Taylor and I really share are people who don't know what they're doing on the road. They drive their cars, surprise, with no regard for the motorists around them. I've talked about my own psychotic road rage in many other places. When people do stupid things on the road, I scream at them about the horrible ways I want them to die, usually involving a dildo accident. When they do something really stupid, I get this irrational thought in my head. I need to teach them a lesson. I want them absolutely terrified of me, so I tailgate them and swerve back and forth within the lines because I want them to be so scared that they'll never do that thing they just did ever again. One time I actually followed someone to their home and parked in their driveway. Sanity returned to me when I realized that if I beat the daylights out of this moron, I would probably go to jail. Someday, you are going to find out that I've been arrested. It won't be for anything pervy, like most of you would think. It'll be because I followed an idiot home, gone to their driveway and rammed their car hard enough for it to go all the way through their garage. Don't get me started on pedestrians who can't be bothered to look up from their cell phones while crossing the street. I used to work in the Loop, and every one of these idiots are either looking at their phones or they're obsessed with looking at their reflections in the store fronts they walk past. It's like that scene in Shaun of the Dead when there are zombies everywhere, but no one seems to notice because, well, people have a zombie mindset. So yes, I'm 100% on the same page with this one.
Chapter three: airplane travel. Take my irritation with shoppers and motorists and combine them. You still won't be able to match the stupidity of someone at the airport. Once again, not guilty your Honor. I don't fly often, but when I do, I like to be prepared. I go online the night before and check in so I don't have to do it in person. I have my luggage ready for check in when I arrive so there is no possible way for me to take up more than five minutes of someone's time. But that never takes into account the idiots who have no idea what they're doing with their luggage, and some of them even try to haggle over the price of a trip or get an extra carry on or they have a carry on that won't fit under the seat or in the overhead compartment. And then there is security. You need your photo ID and your ticket in hand, which I always do. These other idiots are fumbling around through their wallet and their carry on and their purse before they can get what they need. Some even try to talk their way out of showing their photo ID. And then there's the metal detectors and x-ray machines. When I'm getting on an airplane, the only thing I carry in my pocket is my photo ID. My wallet, phone, everything is in my carry on. People still argue about the shoe thing with guards. Look, I think it's a stupid rule, too, but it's not getting bent for you, so get bent. And put your belt in the bin, you idiot. Yeah, I know. My pants don't fit me anymore, either, but that's one reason why we have hands. Hold your pants up. And then there's the terminal, and the people who argue over their place in line, and then you're on the plane and . . . *sigh* I'm a big guy. I don't like air travel. But I can fit between the armrests. It's my knees that have a problem. They're always pressed against the seat in front of me. I like the window seat because I'm guaranteed one armrest, and I get to watch us take off and land, which never gets old for me. But I'm always wedged against the wall because the people next to me ate a Buick for lunch. My God, am I the old man yelling at the cloud, too?! Yes. Yes, I am.
Chapter four: fashion. This one will be quick. I know everyone wants to look good in what they wear, but style over comfort is just too stupid. Why would you wear something that makes you stiff and aching? And yeah, I like taking a peek at a woman who is wearing a shirt that's a size too small for her boobs. I'm a guy. I'm discrete about it, but still. I'd much rather she be comfortable than for me to be able to see a moment of beauty. My style has never changed over the entire course of my life. T-shirt and jeans. That's it. Neither of them are form fitting because when I sit down, walk, etc., I want to be comfortable. I don't want to have to suck my gut in. Again, we're on the same page.
Chapter five: driving again. See above for more information.
Chapter six: the way people handle money. Mostly the way they spend it. You are never going to see me driving an Astor Martin because there's no point. I need a car to get me from point A to point B, and that's it. I have no one I need to impress, especially not myself. And I don't buy jewelry, not even for girlfriends I've had. Again, it's pointless. No fancy watches for me. No watches at all. If I wear one, my hand gets all sweaty, which has an effect on the rest of me. I stopped wearing them in college. You will never see me standing in line to get the new iSucker phone. I like to say that if I ever hit it rich, I'd get a castle and a pirate ship. But that's just not true. You'll never see me in a tie-required restaurant eating a hundred dollar steak. It could be the best steak in the world, but no meat is worth that much. The only extravagance I have is books. Well, and movies. I have more books than the average small town library. But books aren't meaningless twaddle like the other stuff I mentioned. They have more value than what you paid for them. But you're on Goodreads, so you're either an author (like me) or a voracious reader (like me), so you probably already know that.
Chapter seven: relationships. Meaning, mostly, the one in which you're in love and having sex. I really suck at those. Like, monstrously bad. That's why I don't get involved anymore. It's cheaper and sometimes more satisfying to go online and look for porn. My problem comes when I'm eventually given an ultimatum about something. I hate those, and I always have. I will always, without question, choose the option they don't want me to choose. Story time: when I was maybe 11 years old, I visited my dad and my second stepmom in Vegas. We were going to go camping. But the night before, Dad (a great cook from a long line of great cooks) made hot dogs and beans. I love hot dogs, and I ate 'em up. But I can't stand beans. I didn't touch them. Dad asked why not, and I told him why not. He then said that if I don't eat those beans, we weren't going camping tomorrow. I said, with a great deal of pride, "Then we're NOT going camping tomorrow." If I said that to my own dad, what hope does a girlfriend have? Taylor has a great idea to settle issues of compatibility with his twelve month contract plan. I'll leave you to read that one for yourself. I'll make the argument that I'm not guilty of this stupidity. When it becomes clear to me that arguments with the fairer sex are more than just arguments, that they are major resentments, I get out. I do it as politely and humanely as possible. But I'm gone before it gets worse. But the argument could be said that I am guilty of this one because I was stupid enough to propose marriage to the same woman five times over 20+ years. She even said yes a couple of times. So I plead the filth.
Chapter eight: children of stupid people. The simple fact of the matter is if you're an idiot, your kid's going to grow up to be an idiot. Dirty Harry once said, "A man has got to know his limitations." I know mine very well, and as such, I have no children and no plans to ever have them. I'm a product of abuse, and I know very well how the cycle works. If I can't stand 99% of the children already here, any kid I might have has zero chance of getting a decent upbringing. So not guilty.
Chapter nine: the state of modern art, in particular music. I only have one talent: writing. I've tried others. I tried to learn guitar in high school, but I learned that I'm tone deaf and can't even tune a guitar, much less play it. I tried painting and illustrating, but there's nothing there. I even tried sculpting once, and that did not work out well. But I write and I write well, I think. Brian Keene is fond of saying that a writer opens a vein and pours his blood out on the page, and I do that quite a bit. Sometimes I just want to make a reader laugh, but a lot of times, in particular with my book, BLOOD, it's very personal and involves an extraordinarily dark part of me that I'd rather no one else saw. I found it interesting that Taylor used slightly the same analogy as Keene. He said that musicians have to go up on stage every night and bleed. He's disgusted with how quality has gone incredibly down with music and art. I don't know if I believe that much. I read a lot of great modern books and listen to some modern music and see a lot of modern film. Much of it is great and fun. But I get what he's saying. I'm not a fan of writing room writing, if you get me. Ten to fifteen people getting together to write a story that they're not even going to tell themselves? That probably won't even look like their story by the time a director and actors are done with it? Taylor says that, yes, as a band they work together to write music, but they're the ones who are actually going on stage to perform it. I'm a huge fan of integrity in art. If you have a vision, stick to it. Take advice, sure, but don't take every piece of advice given to you. You should ignore the stuff that doesn't make sense. So I guess I'm not entirely on board with this one, but I'm on board enough for it to count.
Chapter ten: Taylor's own stupidity. He'll call everyone out for stupid stuff, up to and including himself. I know when I've done something stupid, usually after the fact, and if it's important I'll own up to it.
Chapter eleven: conclusion. A plea for people to stop being stupid. He outlines the difference between someone who is stupid and someone who is incompetent. The former just can't be fixed. The latter can be, with training and direction. Structure and focus.
So in conclusion for me, I'm 99.9% certain that if I ever met Corey Taylor, I wouldn't get the wiffle ball bat to the face. I hope that anyone reading this is on that particular page, too. Don't do anything to get the wiffle ball bat to the face. Even without the nails, it's gonna hurt.
May 3, 2016
After a long long wait, It was with great excitement that I finally
could put my hands on this book, as a big fan of Slipknot & Stone Sour
for many years, I couldn't wait to read it. Well, here's my review:
The first few chapters are there to grab the reader, and hell, it worked...
I admit it was hilarious. Even though the Charles and Janice tale felt
way too improbable and explosive to be real.
While I agree with the points made in the book, media, the music industry,
reality TV, social networks dumbing down the general population,
parenting and children etc...
This book was a major disappointment for me,
it rambles on and goes nowhere. More than the half of it is filled
with random stories that are completely unrelated to the overall topic.
The whole content is poor, especially if you remove all the swearing
and useless sections used to fill the gaps, the book wouldn't be as long.
The essential parts of it would fit ten pages, no more... the rest is rubbish.
Not to mention, the overuse of "fancy words" which felt out of place for
that type of book. Corey tried too hard to sound like some intellectual snob.
Page after page, my sympathy for the man is fading.
What struck me the most was the author's bloated narcissism.
Corey Taylor made the mistake of thinking that he elevate himself
by insulting, belittling, making fun of people.
That dude just lick his balls non-stop, he can't retain himself to remind
how intelligent and talented he is compared to the masses.
He constantly feels the need to throw his étiquette right in your face:
"I'm the Neck, I'm the Great Big Mouth, I'm the neck!! The Ginger Ninja!!!"
WOOOOHH eat a Snicker and lay the f*ck down a minute would ya?
I don't remember how many times he said that sh*t exactly
but it was an awful lot to me! We get it mate, change the disk.
Corey thinks that Transformers is garbage..
I agree, this franchise s*cks. Yet if I remember well,
he compared his band to The Avengers in an interview.. go figure.
Corey pretend to be the type of person who stays in the background,
observes the world and take notes on paper! .. what a Columbo,
and hold the f*ck on ladies, the man is so full of surprises,
he has an observational/analytical skills he calls, “anthropological research”
he can see through you and knows you better than you know yourself!
..spooky as f*ck mate,
wonder if he has the cybernetic red eye that goes with it.
This whole book is all about him being better than anyone else.
Corey just repeat what others have already said before him
without adding anything new and instructive on the desk,
the few informations he gave are the ones you see everyday on 9Gag.
Well, sorry to kill the vibe but you ain't teaching sh*t bro!..
this is not what I call having a great sense of observation
and analytical skills. You don't need to be more
than an average Joe to be aware about all of this.
Corey has a one dimensional view on things,
his conscience is not well developed,
the worst is that he thinks he knows it all.
Using the knowledge you have acquired in the recent years
to insult the mundies just to boost your self-esteem is weak,
I find this behavior unworthy of respect.
This is not cool man, not cool at all.
Overall, this book is an hypocritical, pretentious cr*p for insecure people,
the type who mesure their intelligence with random IQ tests on the net
and boast it all over social medias to feel better about themselves.
Corey, keep making good music but please stay out of books
this is not for you. Now go home and f*ck yourself... sideways.
I give it 2 Stars and I'm generous.
ps: My apologies for the typos you may have encountered
(English is not my first language).
could put my hands on this book, as a big fan of Slipknot & Stone Sour
for many years, I couldn't wait to read it. Well, here's my review:
The first few chapters are there to grab the reader, and hell, it worked...
I admit it was hilarious. Even though the Charles and Janice tale felt
way too improbable and explosive to be real.
While I agree with the points made in the book, media, the music industry,
reality TV, social networks dumbing down the general population,
parenting and children etc...
This book was a major disappointment for me,
it rambles on and goes nowhere. More than the half of it is filled
with random stories that are completely unrelated to the overall topic.
The whole content is poor, especially if you remove all the swearing
and useless sections used to fill the gaps, the book wouldn't be as long.
The essential parts of it would fit ten pages, no more... the rest is rubbish.
Not to mention, the overuse of "fancy words" which felt out of place for
that type of book. Corey tried too hard to sound like some intellectual snob.
Page after page, my sympathy for the man is fading.
What struck me the most was the author's bloated narcissism.
Corey Taylor made the mistake of thinking that he elevate himself
by insulting, belittling, making fun of people.
That dude just lick his balls non-stop, he can't retain himself to remind
how intelligent and talented he is compared to the masses.
He constantly feels the need to throw his étiquette right in your face:
"I'm the Neck, I'm the Great Big Mouth, I'm the neck!! The Ginger Ninja!!!"
WOOOOHH eat a Snicker and lay the f*ck down a minute would ya?
I don't remember how many times he said that sh*t exactly
but it was an awful lot to me! We get it mate, change the disk.
Corey thinks that Transformers is garbage..
I agree, this franchise s*cks. Yet if I remember well,
he compared his band to The Avengers in an interview.. go figure.
Corey pretend to be the type of person who stays in the background,
observes the world and take notes on paper! .. what a Columbo,
and hold the f*ck on ladies, the man is so full of surprises,
he has an observational/analytical skills he calls, “anthropological research”
he can see through you and knows you better than you know yourself!
..spooky as f*ck mate,
wonder if he has the cybernetic red eye that goes with it.
This whole book is all about him being better than anyone else.
Corey just repeat what others have already said before him
without adding anything new and instructive on the desk,
the few informations he gave are the ones you see everyday on 9Gag.
Well, sorry to kill the vibe but you ain't teaching sh*t bro!..
this is not what I call having a great sense of observation
and analytical skills. You don't need to be more
than an average Joe to be aware about all of this.
Corey has a one dimensional view on things,
his conscience is not well developed,
the worst is that he thinks he knows it all.
Using the knowledge you have acquired in the recent years
to insult the mundies just to boost your self-esteem is weak,
I find this behavior unworthy of respect.
This is not cool man, not cool at all.
Overall, this book is an hypocritical, pretentious cr*p for insecure people,
the type who mesure their intelligence with random IQ tests on the net
and boast it all over social medias to feel better about themselves.
Corey, keep making good music but please stay out of books
this is not for you. Now go home and f*ck yourself... sideways.
I give it 2 Stars and I'm generous.
ps: My apologies for the typos you may have encountered
(English is not my first language).
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