Hey, it’s Nabil. You’ve probably just read one of my articles, got curious about me and my content, so you clicked on my profile and here you are: looking for clues to help you decide if I’m relevant to follow. Well then, shall we?
I’m 28 years old. I’ve spent most of my time on earth pleasing everyone around me and ended-up not knowing where the heck I’m headed. Eventually, I got tired and stopped to get my sh*t together. A few things have been helping me: exercising, reading, and writing.
As I’m writing these lines, I’ve taken a break from my work as an engineer and consultant in Paris. Yes, I quit my job to devote more time to writing. …
When Bitcoin first started, these rewards were generous — you’d get 50 crypto-coins for each problem you solve. Malmi solved tons.
Between 2009 and 2010, the 20-year-old dug up more than 55,000 Bitcoins with ease. Too bad he didn’t know his digital minerals would later become more valuable than gold.
As I’m writing these words, Bitcoin’s value just hit $40,000 per coin.
Back in 2009, however, bitcoin was almost free, and that’s when Malmi sold 5,050 bitcoins for $5. Let me repeat that with today’s numbers: Malmi traded $200 million for a coffee at Starbucks. Unfortunately, that was only a tiny part of what he missed. …
If you ask brands: “Who do you hate the most in the French YouTube?” They’ll probably answer: “Oh, that’d be Romain! The Belgian guy who has like 339k subs.”
Romain runs a YouTube channel named Un Créatif — Creative Guy, where he exposes marketing abuse. Using everything from research, expert judgment, testimonies, and parodies, Creative Guy strives to inform his audience.
In doing so, Romain often jokes about companies and their leaders being evil characters, and that’s probably why brands are reluctant about sponsoring him — except for two.
One of them is Rhinoshield. They approached Creative Guy with a weird proposition: “Hey Romain, we’ll pay for a video. What? No, we never give guidelines; just do your thing. …
When the time came to meet my girlfriend’s family, I knew two things. First, if they discovered I made jokes and not bombs, they’d reconsider their opposition to my existence. Second, I had zero chance with the grandma.
Louise and I met in college. She heard my earthquake-triggering laughter in a hall and liked it. I knew one of her friends.
One thing leading to another, we found ourselves chatting next to an auditorium. We didn’t notice the sun setting, let alone the night veil settle in. I walked her home, and the following evening, we had our first date.
The immigrant Arab guy with a dark beard and the pure French brunette ordered burritos. …
Since he was six, Joe had never felt more alive than when swinging a racket. That’s why he’d think of tennis whenever he found himself spending the night at a bomb shelter. When the attacks would stop, Joe would go back to bed looking forward to his next match. Three months later, the war stopped allowing the eleven-year-old Joe to reunite with his passion.
From there, his journey to world-class begun.
By the age of seventeen, Joe was winning 49% of all tennis points he played and rose to rank 680 worldwide. But that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted the summit but knew he could only climb one step at a time. That’s why Joe forgot about his goal. Instead, he decided to focus only on the next moment, the next swing. …
CG doesn’t only tell you about marketing abuse. He also shows you how it’s done.
CG stands for Creative Guy — Un Créatif in French. From his flat in Belgium, CG has been blessing YouTube with content many marketers hate.
In his videos, CG reveals the secrets brands use to manipulate their customers. You could say he’s fighting to spread awareness using two weapons: detailed breakdowns and fun parodies.
The catch? When you attack brands, you shrink your sponsorship possibilities. CG isn’t a subscriber-millionaire neither. Hence the “Broke” in the title. …
When John Pemberton locked himself in a lab trying to find a substitute for his morphine addiction, he had no idea he was creating an American symbol. It was a symbol that would shake the nation 120 years later.
Pemberton spent two decades crafting a decent replacement for morphine. In 1885, French Wine Coca was born — yes, a mix between cocaine and alcohol. Then, a few months and social stigmas later, the alcohol-free version emerged: Coca-Cola.
Say your niece's birthday is next week. Suppose she loves baseball. Inspired, you decide to buy her a baseball bat and a ball — good quality stuff. You step into my shop and notice my bald head flickering under a lightbulb. “How much for these?” …
Imagine you’re on a date with an attractive human being. It’s a chilly pre-Christmas night and you’re at the capital’s train station where you caught your date before they leave to celebrate with family.
To scratch time, you both decide to stick around. So, you sit in the Starbucks next to departure docks.
The hallways are growling with travelers dragging suitcases. Everywhere you look, chandeliers hang from the ceilings, and Christmas trees rise from the ground. Both holding red ribbons, bright spheres, and tiny golden stars.
“Merry Christmas” reads on every shopfront, including that of your Starbucks.
As you grab your cup, the warm steam of your hot chocolate flirts with your frozen nose. While your first sip travels through your body, you think of a line to break the ice. But your date beats you to…