Post: #51

(10-22-2015 08:14 PM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  Depends on what level you're playing the game on.

I wouldn't be surprised, these events are almost never as reported. I have a hard time trusting stories like this at face value.. it's far too black and white.

Post: #52

(10-23-2015 01:51 AM)El Chinito loco Wrote:  That's a huge undercutting of the competition.

It's also very smart because i'm sure this company has also opened itself up to the large international developing country market who will gladly buy from a developed world pharm company. That's probably what they were banking on all along by coming into the market at that price level.

No, the pills are even cheaper in the developing world. In India they sell 'em for 10c a pill, which is 10% of the US 'cheap' version.

The United States could easily have quality and incredibly cheap generic meds, if it wasn't for the draconian FDA legislation that locks reputable international drug makers out of the US market.

Post: #53

Unsurprisingly, RVF figured this person out.

He might have a punch-able face, but of those people, there are a few who have either big balls, or a lot of guts. The type of person who takes make or break leaps of faith/risks.

Upon further inspection, this guy really does have a punch-able face and character

https://twitter.com/MartinShkreli/status...7893408768





For his sake, I hope he makes the most of his fifteen minutes of notoriety.

Post: #54

Annnnnnd he's been arrested for securities fraud.

https://www.yahoo.com/finance/video/shkr...44108.html

Post: #55

Well , he put himself on the " public " radar as a douche. So naturally people want to see him fail and started snooping with a microscope .

Now they got him on security charges. If only he had stayed quiet( not jacking up prices) and collect his money in the long run.

Post: #56

Attention whore being punished - nothing new...

Post: #57

The takeaway from this, IMO:

Question (in the AMA): What have you learned, personally and professionally, from this media incident?

Answer: personally: this is the best possible way to get girls professionally: the media is effective at creating and telling a story

So no, I don't suggest you go do something reckless to get girls. But here you got it, fame get your girls. Simple. Whatever is the f*ing reason.

Post: #58

Glad to see him arrested. He made himself a target and now he's paying the price.

He constantly defends himself as "this is capitalism," but this is not capitalism. It's parasitism. He didn't invent a product that he thought people would want for their lives and bring it to market himself through work and persuading investors, etc. He just bought a patent and then jacked up the price to make quick money, and not caring if people died as a result.

Maybe you can admire the hustle, but this is not something we should want to aspire to. Besides, he violated several maxims of power (despise the free lunch, going too far and making himself a target, etc.). If you see him his body language telegraphs that he's a little dweeb and it goes perfectly with his punchable face. Despite his money I'd wager that some men on this forum got more pussy than him before his notoriety and maybe still do.

In the end looking for free lunches and doing these kinds of things where you piss off absolutely everybody will cost you. Now he's alone, without allies, and looking at a public that would like to see him hanged. Lesson: don't engage in parasitism like this because it will alienate everyone and don't look for free lunches.

Post: #59

What's gonna happen to the Wu tang album?!

Post: #60

Well, I was hoping that his actions were going to shine a light on the same practices performed already by drug companies/drug patent holders and the physicians pushing for them. They do it too, but slowly and most of it gets absorbed into insurance, which is then spread out among all those with the insurance group, so it's easy to inflate and hide the gouge amongst everyone.
But instead they made him a scapegoat and buried it.

Post: #61

(12-18-2015 09:26 AM)Libertas Wrote:  Glad to see him arrested. He made himself a target and now he's paying the price.

He constantly defends himself as "this is capitalism," but this is not capitalism. It's parasitism. He didn't invent a product that he thought people would want for their lives and bring it to market himself through work and persuading investors, etc. He just bought a patent and then jacked up the price to make quick money, and not caring if people died as a result.

There are many who have done worse and will not be arrested. Incidentally, he is not under arrest for what he did at Turing or Retrophin, rather, for what he did before.

Post: #62

(12-18-2015 02:25 PM)spokepoker Wrote:  Well, I was hoping that his actions were going to shine a light on the same practices performed already by drug companies/drug patent holders and the physicians pushing for them. They do it too, but slowly and most of it gets absorbed into insurance, which is then spread out among all those with the insurance group, so it's easy to inflate and hide the gouge amongst everyone.
But instead they made him a scapegoat and buried it.

The drug companies do some fucked up shit, but the physicians are not really a part of it. Contrary to popular belief, physicians aren't getting a back end cut or commission on the pills they prescribe. The drug reps can't even buy lunch for the entire doctor's office anymore. That was ended over 10 years ago. Most physicians hate televised drug ads. Those ads increase drug costs for patients, and the doctors have to spend extra time explaining to the patient why the drug is or is not suitable for them. The doctors are aware of the insane prices of name brand drugs, and many of the better ones do take that into consideration whenever possible for the benefit of their patient's wallets.

As for the patent games by the drug companies. Yes, they play a lot of games. They do everything imaginable to get the patents extended as many times as they can. Pfizer and Viagra are a prime example. From wiki:
"In 1992, Pfizer filed a patent covering the substance sildenafil and its use to treat cardiovascular diseases.[56] This patent was published in 1993 and expired in 2012. In 1994, Pfizer filed a patent covering the use of sildenafil to treat erectile dysfunction.[57] This patent was published in 2002 and will expire in 2019. Teva sued to have the latter patent invalidated, but Pfizer prevailed in an August 2011 federal district court case.[58]

The patent on Revatio (indicated for pulmonary arterial hypertension rather than erectile dysfunction) expired in late 2012. Generic versions of this low-dose form of sildenafil have been available in the U.S. from a number of manufacturers, including Greenstone, Mylan, and Watson, since early 2013.[59] No legal barrier exists to doctors prescribing this form of sildenafil "off label" for erectile dysfunction, although the dosage typically required for treating ED requires patients to take multiple pills."

Pay attention to the time when Pfizer applied for the patent to produce sildenafil (viagra) for the treatment of ED. The patent was applied for in 1994, and wasn't published until 2002, 4 years after the drug went on the market. How come the patent for sildenafil for the treatment of high blood pressure was applied for in '92 and published just one year later? So when their patent on Viagra expires in 2019, they'll have had patent protection for 25 years.

Even worse is the pricing game they play. 10 years ago, a 50mg Viagra cost about $12. The same pill now costs over $40. Obviously they're jacking up the prices to make as much money as possible before the patent expires. And I have no doubt that they've had reduced sales of the drug since sildenafil for high blood pressure went generic a few years ago (off label prescribing of sildenafil for ED is permitted by the FDA.) But in jacking up the price, when Viagra for ED goes generic in a few years, it's going to keep the price on the generic drug sky high. Generic sildenafil has the same price per MG as Viagra does now. Another example is Valtrex. Before the patent expired, a 1g Valtrex cost about $18. In generic it costs $14. Hardly a savings.

Post: #63

There is a WaPo article today by some NYC bitch who went on a Tinder date with Pharma Bro last fall at the height of his brief notoriety. I'm copying the full article below:

My Tinder date with 'Pharma bro' Martin Shkreli

Quote:This fall, I went on a date with Martin Shkreli, the 32-year-old “Pharma bro” recently arrested on charges of securities fraud, and widely known as the most despised man in America. I hate to disappoint the masses, but I have to say: I had a pretty good time.

Martin and I matched on Tinder after he “super-liked” me. (I know, SWOON. It felt almost like those days of old-fashioned courtship.) This was shortly after the news broke that Shkreli’s company, Turing Pharmaceuticals, raised the price of a 62-year-old medication 4,000 percent overnight. I was convinced that the profile was a fake. The photos were the ones that were being circulated in the media, and his profile simply read “American entrepreneur.”

He messaged me, and I played along, asking what he did for a living. He said, “I’m that guy who has been in the news lately.”

Still skeptical, I told him I knew his profile was a joke, and he assured me: “It’s 100% Martin” and offered to send a selfie. I still thought I was being cat-fished, but we exchanged numbers and he promptly sent me a selfie along with photos of his credit card and driver’s license. I was tempted to ask for the security code on the back of the card, but instead told him that he should probably stop texting pictures of his identification to strangers on the Internet.

He asked me on a date for the next week and I agreed, mostly out of curiosity.

Like nearly every other American, I was outraged when I heard that Martin’s company had raised the price of Daraprim from $13.50 to $750 per pill. However, I wanted to be open-minded and meet the man behind the hype.

Okay, I admit that I also had a fantasy of being the manic pixie dream girl who helped him turn his life around. I pictured us opening an HIV/AIDS clinic together and wandering the streets of New York, handing out wads of cash to homeless people and other strangers.

When it came to planning the date, Martin was the most considerate Tinderfella I have encountered. He asked what day worked best, in what area of town I preferred to meet, and my favorite cuisine. I told him that I am a vegetarian but that I enjoy almost any type of food, and he chose a Japanese restaurant in TriBeCa called Brushstroke.

As with any first date, I wasn’t sure what to expect. In my limited communications with him via text, he seemed polite, even a little meek. But in his interviews and tweets he came across as confident verging on cocky.

Martin was a lot smaller than I thought he would be, and seemed really nervous. Outside the restaurant, we exchanged an uncomfortable greeting that was somewhere between an overzealous handshake and a halfhearted hug and headed inside.

Once we were seated, he seemed to calm down. We talked about our days; he’d had an interview for Vanity Fair that afternoon and said he had mentioned me. I wasn’t sure if this was the truth or an attempt to impress me, but either way I appreciated the sentiment.

The waitress came over and made a few recommendations. Martin asked, “Is there a vegetarian menu? My assistant said there was a vegetarian menu. There’s a vegetarian menu, right?” He wasn’t being a jerk; it was more of an “I’m stressed because my date doesn’t put raw fish in her mouth” kind of comment. The waitress assured us that there was a vegetarian menu. We ordered a drink and Martin told me that he was a lightweight, something I’d never heard a man admit on a date (or ever).

The waitress also pointed out the list of Japanese teas on the menu. Most of the teas were priced between $8 to $13, but there was a “Gold Medal Sencha” for $120 a cup. Apparently it’s extremely rare and won an important tea competition in Japan. After the waitress left, we joked about paying $120 for a cup of tea. I thought about making a price-gouging joke, but couldn’t think fast enough.

The one drink must have loosened Martin up, because the conversation flowed freely and he was surprisingly open. I asked a bunch of questions, trying not to make it seem as though I were interrogating him, but I was curious. He said people saying mean stuff didn’t bother him, but he felt that people didn’t understand the pharmaceutical industry. He assured me that no one would go without the drug if they needed it, that it would be given to patients if they couldn’t afford it. I was skeptical that he could guarantee that, but also wasn’t sure that he couldn’t.

Martin talked about his family (his parents were janitors and refuse to move from the home he grew up in); the foundation he set up (his sister runs it); and the housing he procured for a homeless woman in Boston. He was laying it on thick with the philanthropy talk, but it was refreshing that he cared about what I thought. He was better at that than some of my other Tinder dates.

Throughout our date, I saw occasional glimpses of the cocky Martin I had expected, but those were the moments that seemed the most false to me, as if putting on a confident-dude front. He seemed the most genuine when he was acting like the guys I hung out with in high school (I dated the president of the chess club); that’s probably why I felt so comfortable on our date.

We finished our food, and Martin flagged down the waitress and ordered the $120 tea. This was the most surprising and jarring moment of the night. I know he’s a multimillionaire, but I thought we were on the same page about this tea. He asked if I wanted a cup, and I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. (Although I did think about asking him to Venmo me the $120 so I could use it to cover my Time Warner bill.)

When Martin finished his tea, I asked how he liked it. “I’m not really a big tea drinker,” he replied.

What? I thought of all the good I could do with that money — donating it to charity, buying a new winter coat, buying myself 20 Venti iced soy vanilla chai lattes. He might as well have eaten a $100 bill in front of me.

Martin offered to have his driver give me a ride home. I once had a date swipe his Metro card for me in the subway, but I was not used to this kind of treatment. I accepted his offer, and his driver shuttled me back to Queens.

I think it was clear to Martin that he was not my Prince Charming, or my “Prince Pharming”; nor was I his manic pixie dream girl.

I am not trying to excuse his professional behavior or say he’s a good person. (I can’t really tell from one date and occasional text communication.) But he’s a lot more interesting and complex than I would have imagined.

My only regret is not guzzling a cup of that $120 tea. As far as Tinder dates go, I’d call that a win.

Here is what the NYC bitch in question looks like:



This ill-fated Tinder date between terrified beta Shkreli and the NYC 6 who mistook him for a "bad boy" and was briefly turned on at a distance, before being brutally disabused in person, gave me the strongest sense of a contemporary American film noir than anything I've seen in ages. I can almost feel his sweat and shakiness, as he is frantically sending this stupid bitch pics of his credit card and driver's license to convince her he is really Pharma Bro, then spends the whole date unburdening himself to the uncomprehending slut with nervous babble about his family and philanthropic enterprises -- all the while knowing that the Feds are closing in. And I don't think I'll ever forget that utterly joyless $120 cup of tea ordered and guzzled at the end in a parody of desperate devil-may-care spending. Wow, damn!

For those who have seen and remember the great movie Fargo (1996), this is also the most any character has reminded me of Jerry Lundergaard in his final days. And if no one in Hollywood has the balls and brains to make a FILM NOIR called "Pharma Bro" with the Tinder date scene as its absolute centerpiece, then we will know for sure that Hollywood and American cinema is well and truly dead.

Post: #64

(01-05-2016 03:31 PM)The Lizard of Oz Wrote:  There is a WaPo article today by some NYC bitch who went on a Tinder date with Pharma Bro last fall at the height of his brief notoriety. I'm copying the full article below:

My Tinder date with 'Pharma bro' Martin Shkreli

Quote:This fall, I went on a date with Martin Shkreli, the 32-year-old “Pharma bro” recently arrested on charges of securities fraud, and widely known as the most despised man in America. I hate to disappoint the masses, but I have to say: I had a pretty good time.

Martin and I matched on Tinder after he “super-liked” me. (I know, SWOON. It felt almost like those days of old-fashioned courtship.) This was shortly after the news broke that Shkreli’s company, Turing Pharmaceuticals, raised the price of a 62-year-old medication 4,000 percent overnight. I was convinced that the profile was a fake. The photos were the ones that were being circulated in the media, and his profile simply read “American entrepreneur.”

He messaged me, and I played along, asking what he did for a living. He said, “I’m that guy who has been in the news lately.”

Still skeptical, I told him I knew his profile was a joke, and he assured me: “It’s 100% Martin” and offered to send a selfie. I still thought I was being cat-fished, but we exchanged numbers and he promptly sent me a selfie along with photos of his credit card and driver’s license. I was tempted to ask for the security code on the back of the card, but instead told him that he should probably stop texting pictures of his identification to strangers on the Internet.

He asked me on a date for the next week and I agreed, mostly out of curiosity.

Like nearly every other American, I was outraged when I heard that Martin’s company had raised the price of Daraprim from $13.50 to $750 per pill. However, I wanted to be open-minded and meet the man behind the hype.

Okay, I admit that I also had a fantasy of being the manic pixie dream girl who helped him turn his life around. I pictured us opening an HIV/AIDS clinic together and wandering the streets of New York, handing out wads of cash to homeless people and other strangers.

When it came to planning the date, Martin was the most considerate Tinderfella I have encountered. He asked what day worked best, in what area of town I preferred to meet, and my favorite cuisine. I told him that I am a vegetarian but that I enjoy almost any type of food, and he chose a Japanese restaurant in TriBeCa called Brushstroke.

As with any first date, I wasn’t sure what to expect. In my limited communications with him via text, he seemed polite, even a little meek. But in his interviews and tweets he came across as confident verging on cocky.

Martin was a lot smaller than I thought he would be, and seemed really nervous. Outside the restaurant, we exchanged an uncomfortable greeting that was somewhere between an overzealous handshake and a halfhearted hug and headed inside.

Once we were seated, he seemed to calm down. We talked about our days; he’d had an interview for Vanity Fair that afternoon and said he had mentioned me. I wasn’t sure if this was the truth or an attempt to impress me, but either way I appreciated the sentiment.

The waitress came over and made a few recommendations. Martin asked, “Is there a vegetarian menu? My assistant said there was a vegetarian menu. There’s a vegetarian menu, right?” He wasn’t being a jerk; it was more of an “I’m stressed because my date doesn’t put raw fish in her mouth” kind of comment. The waitress assured us that there was a vegetarian menu. We ordered a drink and Martin told me that he was a lightweight, something I’d never heard a man admit on a date (or ever).

The waitress also pointed out the list of Japanese teas on the menu. Most of the teas were priced between $8 to $13, but there was a “Gold Medal Sencha” for $120 a cup. Apparently it’s extremely rare and won an important tea competition in Japan. After the waitress left, we joked about paying $120 for a cup of tea. I thought about making a price-gouging joke, but couldn’t think fast enough.

The one drink must have loosened Martin up, because the conversation flowed freely and he was surprisingly open. I asked a bunch of questions, trying not to make it seem as though I were interrogating him, but I was curious. He said people saying mean stuff didn’t bother him, but he felt that people didn’t understand the pharmaceutical industry. He assured me that no one would go without the drug if they needed it, that it would be given to patients if they couldn’t afford it. I was skeptical that he could guarantee that, but also wasn’t sure that he couldn’t.

Martin talked about his family (his parents were janitors and refuse to move from the home he grew up in); the foundation he set up (his sister runs it); and the housing he procured for a homeless woman in Boston. He was laying it on thick with the philanthropy talk, but it was refreshing that he cared about what I thought. He was better at that than some of my other Tinder dates.

Throughout our date, I saw occasional glimpses of the cocky Martin I had expected, but those were the moments that seemed the most false to me, as if putting on a confident-dude front. He seemed the most genuine when he was acting like the guys I hung out with in high school (I dated the president of the chess club); that’s probably why I felt so comfortable on our date.

We finished our food, and Martin flagged down the waitress and ordered the $120 tea. This was the most surprising and jarring moment of the night. I know he’s a multimillionaire, but I thought we were on the same page about this tea. He asked if I wanted a cup, and I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. (Although I did think about asking him to Venmo me the $120 so I could use it to cover my Time Warner bill.)

When Martin finished his tea, I asked how he liked it. “I’m not really a big tea drinker,” he replied.

What? I thought of all the good I could do with that money — donating it to charity, buying a new winter coat, buying myself 20 Venti iced soy vanilla chai lattes. He might as well have eaten a $100 bill in front of me.

Martin offered to have his driver give me a ride home. I once had a date swipe his Metro card for me in the subway, but I was not used to this kind of treatment. I accepted his offer, and his driver shuttled me back to Queens.

I think it was clear to Martin that he was not my Prince Charming, or my “Prince Pharming”; nor was I his manic pixie dream girl.

I am not trying to excuse his professional behavior or say he’s a good person. (I can’t really tell from one date and occasional text communication.) But he’s a lot more interesting and complex than I would have imagined.

My only regret is not guzzling a cup of that $120 tea. As far as Tinder dates go, I’d call that a win.

Here is what the NYC bitch in question looks like:



This ill-fated Tinder date between terrified beta Shkreli and the NYC 6 who mistook him for a "bad boy" and was briefly turned on at a distance, before being brutally disabused in person, gave me the strongest sense of a contemporary American film noir than anything I've seen in ages. I can almost feel his sweat and shakiness, as he is frantically sending this stupid bitch pics of his credit card and driver's license to convince her he is really Pharma Bro, then spends the whole date unburdening himself to the uncomprehending slut with nervous babble about his family and philanthropic enterprises -- all the while knowing that the Feds are closing in. And I don't think I'll ever forget that utterly joyless $120 cup of tea ordered and guzzled at the end in a parody of desperate devil-may-care spending. Wow, damn!

For those who have seen and remember the great movie Fargo (1996), this is also the most any character has reminded me of Jerry Lundergaard in his final days. And if no one in Hollywood has the balls and brains to make a FILM NOIR called "Pharma Bro" with the Tinder date scene as its absolute centerpiece, then we will know for sure that Hollywood and American cinema is well and truly dead.

I'd call her more of a 4/5 and I like the idea of "Pharma Bro".

Post: #65

(01-05-2016 03:31 PM)The Lizard of Oz Wrote:  There is a WaPo article today by some NYC bitch who went on a Tinder date with Pharma Bro last fall at the height of his brief notoriety. I'm copying the full article below:

My Tinder date with 'Pharma bro' Martin Shkreli

Quote:This fall, I went on a date with Martin Shkreli, the 32-year-old “Pharma bro” recently arrested on charges of securities fraud, and widely known as the most despised man in America. I hate to disappoint the masses, but I have to say: I had a pretty good time.

Martin and I matched on Tinder after he “super-liked” me. (I know, SWOON. It felt almost like those days of old-fashioned courtship.) This was shortly after the news broke that Shkreli’s company, Turing Pharmaceuticals, raised the price of a 62-year-old medication 4,000 percent overnight. I was convinced that the profile was a fake. The photos were the ones that were being circulated in the media, and his profile simply read “American entrepreneur.”

He messaged me, and I played along, asking what he did for a living. He said, “I’m that guy who has been in the news lately.”

Still skeptical, I told him I knew his profile was a joke, and he assured me: “It’s 100% Martin” and offered to send a selfie. I still thought I was being cat-fished, but we exchanged numbers and he promptly sent me a selfie along with photos of his credit card and driver’s license. I was tempted to ask for the security code on the back of the card, but instead told him that he should probably stop texting pictures of his identification to strangers on the Internet.

He asked me on a date for the next week and I agreed, mostly out of curiosity.

Like nearly every other American, I was outraged when I heard that Martin’s company had raised the price of Daraprim from $13.50 to $750 per pill. However, I wanted to be open-minded and meet the man behind the hype.

Okay, I admit that I also had a fantasy of being the manic pixie dream girl who helped him turn his life around. I pictured us opening an HIV/AIDS clinic together and wandering the streets of New York, handing out wads of cash to homeless people and other strangers.

When it came to planning the date, Martin was the most considerate Tinderfella I have encountered. He asked what day worked best, in what area of town I preferred to meet, and my favorite cuisine. I told him that I am a vegetarian but that I enjoy almost any type of food, and he chose a Japanese restaurant in TriBeCa called Brushstroke.

As with any first date, I wasn’t sure what to expect. In my limited communications with him via text, he seemed polite, even a little meek. But in his interviews and tweets he came across as confident verging on cocky.

Martin was a lot smaller than I thought he would be, and seemed really nervous. Outside the restaurant, we exchanged an uncomfortable greeting that was somewhere between an overzealous handshake and a halfhearted hug and headed inside.

Once we were seated, he seemed to calm down. We talked about our days; he’d had an interview for Vanity Fair that afternoon and said he had mentioned me. I wasn’t sure if this was the truth or an attempt to impress me, but either way I appreciated the sentiment.

The waitress came over and made a few recommendations. Martin asked, “Is there a vegetarian menu? My assistant said there was a vegetarian menu. There’s a vegetarian menu, right?” He wasn’t being a jerk; it was more of an “I’m stressed because my date doesn’t put raw fish in her mouth” kind of comment. The waitress assured us that there was a vegetarian menu. We ordered a drink and Martin told me that he was a lightweight, something I’d never heard a man admit on a date (or ever).

The waitress also pointed out the list of Japanese teas on the menu. Most of the teas were priced between $8 to $13, but there was a “Gold Medal Sencha” for $120 a cup. Apparently it’s extremely rare and won an important tea competition in Japan. After the waitress left, we joked about paying $120 for a cup of tea. I thought about making a price-gouging joke, but couldn’t think fast enough.

The one drink must have loosened Martin up, because the conversation flowed freely and he was surprisingly open. I asked a bunch of questions, trying not to make it seem as though I were interrogating him, but I was curious. He said people saying mean stuff didn’t bother him, but he felt that people didn’t understand the pharmaceutical industry. He assured me that no one would go without the drug if they needed it, that it would be given to patients if they couldn’t afford it. I was skeptical that he could guarantee that, but also wasn’t sure that he couldn’t.

Martin talked about his family (his parents were janitors and refuse to move from the home he grew up in); the foundation he set up (his sister runs it); and the housing he procured for a homeless woman in Boston. He was laying it on thick with the philanthropy talk, but it was refreshing that he cared about what I thought. He was better at that than some of my other Tinder dates.

Throughout our date, I saw occasional glimpses of the cocky Martin I had expected, but those were the moments that seemed the most false to me, as if putting on a confident-dude front. He seemed the most genuine when he was acting like the guys I hung out with in high school (I dated the president of the chess club); that’s probably why I felt so comfortable on our date.

We finished our food, and Martin flagged down the waitress and ordered the $120 tea. This was the most surprising and jarring moment of the night. I know he’s a multimillionaire, but I thought we were on the same page about this tea. He asked if I wanted a cup, and I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. (Although I did think about asking him to Venmo me the $120 so I could use it to cover my Time Warner bill.)

When Martin finished his tea, I asked how he liked it. “I’m not really a big tea drinker,” he replied.

What? I thought of all the good I could do with that money — donating it to charity, buying a new winter coat, buying myself 20 Venti iced soy vanilla chai lattes. He might as well have eaten a $100 bill in front of me.

Martin offered to have his driver give me a ride home. I once had a date swipe his Metro card for me in the subway, but I was not used to this kind of treatment. I accepted his offer, and his driver shuttled me back to Queens.

I think it was clear to Martin that he was not my Prince Charming, or my “Prince Pharming”; nor was I his manic pixie dream girl.

I am not trying to excuse his professional behavior or say he’s a good person. (I can’t really tell from one date and occasional text communication.) But he’s a lot more interesting and complex than I would have imagined.

My only regret is not guzzling a cup of that $120 tea. As far as Tinder dates go, I’d call that a win.

Here is what the NYC bitch in question looks like:



This ill-fated Tinder date between terrified beta Shkreli and the NYC 6 who mistook him for a "bad boy" and was briefly turned on at a distance, before being brutally disabused in person, gave me the strongest sense of a contemporary American film noir than anything I've seen in ages. I can almost feel his sweat and shakiness, as he is frantically sending this stupid bitch pics of his credit card and driver's license to convince her he is really Pharma Bro, then spends the whole date unburdening himself to the uncomprehending slut with nervous babble about his family and philanthropic enterprises -- all the while knowing that the Feds are closing in. And I don't think I'll ever forget that utterly joyless $120 cup of tea ordered and guzzled at the end in a parody of desperate devil-may-care spending. Wow, damn!

For those who have seen and remember the great movie Fargo (1996), this is also the most any character has reminded me of Jerry Lundergaard in his final days. And if no one in Hollywood has the balls and brains to make a FILM NOIR called "Pharma Bro" with the Tinder date scene as its absolute centerpiece, then we will know for sure that Hollywood and American cinema is well and truly dead.

I love Fargo. William H. Macy apparently had to harass the Cohen brothers into giving him that role. They didn't think he was right for it. Isn't that unbelievable? He kept telling them "I was born for this role!"


Alright, I'll do a darn lot count! If it's so...important to ya! You're darn tootin!

Post: #66

Quote:There is a WaPo article today by some NYC bitch who went on a Tinder date with Pharma Bro last fall at the height of his brief notoriety. I'm copying the full article below:

My Tinder date with 'Pharma bro' Martin Shkreli
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Okay, I admit that I also had a fantasy of being the manic pixie dream girl who helped him turn his life around. I pictured us opening an HIV/AIDS clinic together and wandering the streets of New York, handing out wads of cash to homeless people and other strangers.

She even refers to it as a fantasy...
Bloody hell, chicks these days are so freakin' juvenile...

Forgot to say; & in speaking of fantasy.
This chick is probably just disappointed that her encounter with Shkreli didn't turn into some
retarded, real life '50 Shades Of Grey' scenario...

Post: #67

Here's my favourite little bit. Fits in with Anonymous Bosch's 4 Rules if I'm not mistaken...

Quote:She said the most “jarring moment” was when Shkreli ordered a cup of tea priced at $120. He offered her one, too, but she refused, thinking instead of all the other things she could do with the money
“He might as well have eaten a $100 bill in front of me.”

VS

Quote:“I am not trying to excuse his professional behaviour or say he’s a good person. But he’s a lot more interesting and complex than I would have imagined.”
Her only regret, she says, was not drinking the $120 tea, though she did allow his driver to chauffer her home.

A good ol' virtue signal followed right up (& negated) by some princess complex posturing. WNB out of spite.

Post: #68

(01-05-2016 09:16 PM)Conscious Pirate Wrote:  Here's my favourite little bit. Fits in with Anonymous Bosch's 4 Rules if I'm not mistaken...

Quote:She said the most “jarring moment” was when Shkreli ordered a cup of tea priced at $120. He offered her one, too, but she refused, thinking instead of all the other things she could do with the money
“He might as well have eaten a $100 bill in front of me.”

VS

Quote:“I am not trying to excuse his professional behaviour or say he’s a good person. But he’s a lot more interesting and complex than I would have imagined.”
Her only regret, she says, was not drinking the $120 tea, though she did allow his driver to chauffer her home.

A good ol' virtue signal followed right up (& negated) by some princess complex posturing. WNB out of spite.

Not to mention, aside from the reference to charity (& knowing how wasteful charities are these days it may not even count).
All her other options are just as superficial & wasteful :

Quote:What? I thought of all the good I could do with that money — donating it to charity, buying a new winter coat, buying myself 20 Venti iced soy vanilla chai lattes.

Unless that winter coat is for someone homeless, seems she's just as selfish as he is.

Post: #69

The smirking and body language from this guy speaks for itself:

Post: #70

Too bad he only weighs 135 lb, maybe less, I would love to spar with him. While I fear my trainer who is the same weight, I just sense this guy doesn't work anything but his mouth.

I get that a lot of guys on here wanna be the baddest guys on the planet, masters of the universe, big swinging dicks, but I don't think you need to be a total prick. A lot of that comes from knowing that most people in his world wouldn't be physically violent.

But a lot of the badasses (from what I sense are on this forum) - tend to be the most humblest and thoughtful dudes I have met. Far from mouthy.

Post: #71

Well, I disagree. Having read more on the subject, Martin is probably just another sociopath and he might actually be a fairly normal person that did the wrong public moves at the wrong times.

The investors bought the drug. The investors raised the prices. The investor made the profit.

And guess what? The law is just totally fine with it and it seems that these ass-hats questioning Martin can only question but not change or amend it.

Martin is just working for them and he happens to have the balls to do the hard/sociopathic thing while keeping his cool temper.

Post: #72

Post: #73

Just watching this right now after I read about this guy in the news. The interview is a few days old.

Post: #74

Lets not forget that these same politicians are those who don't want that all the citizens (that they are suppose to serve and to have their best interest) to have health care coverage.
Yet when some company finds a loophole on the laws that they did and does what every other company would do, maximize the profits, they have to find a scapegoat because the sjw part of their electorate is offended and someone needs to be lynched for that.
Hypocrite politicians?! Very much so.

Post: #75

(09-23-2015 08:06 AM)kosko Wrote:  I get the vibe it was part hustle and part publicity stunt to drive up shares. I just noticed now I have ad banners for HIV drugs from reading about this story in the news sites. The cookies/Adsense have been activated which leads me to believe the ads were put ahead of the story being put out.

Ads for AIDS drugs; what have we come to?

What confuses me about his actions is that as CEO this would have been a betrayal of his shareholders - I think Stefan Molyneux said that he'd been sued by them. What was he getting out of this manoeuver?