My calculus teacher was ahead of his time:

There's no point in making you memorize a bunch of equations. In the real world you'd be encouraged to look them up. You'll all be carrying computers in your pockets by the time you graduate anyways.

Out of infinite possibilities; you are here. Reading this. You have unlimited, great to terrible information online. On every topic under the sun. Pick your passions and you could spend multiple lifetimes, watching guides, reading all the secret tips and tricks from beginner to grandmaster proficiency. It can certainly be overwhelming.

Information overload at it's finest. Just a little more...then I'll get started. Educate yourself all you want on the topic but you're never going to truly understand until you get your hands dirty.

Loving to cook but hating to spend time in the kitchen has forced me to develop a unique culinary style. Of course I asked Grandma for her cook books. Googling what spices pair well with what meats. Watching tutorials on how to properly slice and dice but none of that did jack shit to prevent me from fucking up hundreds of dishes.

Plenty of bad meals were ingested and admittedly a handful trashed so that today, when I go grab a pound of ground beef, there's a variety of dishes with plenty of unique flavorings that can be put together. No measuring cups, weighing shit out or relying on other people's instructions. Through practice, cooking has morphed into an art form; a sprinkling of that, a pinch of this, squeezing a little citrus at the end. Most my meals whipped together now, are good. Ever once in awhile having slapped a Picasso together.

What would sitting there reading recipe after recipe have done for me?

Perhaps memorizing a few canned dishes. Relying on the measuring cups every time. Even then you can still burn the meat. Forget to stir the noodles. Instead I took those recipes, spent time and energy with them as guides. Turning them into meals, uniquely mine while developing a skills.

Now why the hell would you hang around here, reading post after post, without going out into the field and getting your hands dirty? While there a certainly aspects that hold true, once you've got the basic outline, you gotta get out there, testing yourself to really see what you're capable of.

Otherwise you're just wasting time, reading the same information over and over again. Hashed out by different personalities.

Sometimes you just gotta stick to the basics, pull the fucking trigger and get paint on the wall.

This shit ain't rocket science, where you've only got one shot. Requiring years of preparation. It's akin to painting a wall. If you fuck up, sand the surface and start with a fresh bitch. You'll figure it out sooner by fucking up, than reading unlimited online advice because reading information does not directly equate to being able to apply it successfully.

Knowledge isn't power, applied knowledge is. Action is the language of success, with each failure highlighting another area to improve upon by playing with your guidelines. This process reaches far beyond the scope of women. Whatever it is you've been putting off, quite studying and get your ass out there. Living a little bit by gaining real world, working knowledge. Then head back to the world wide classroom with intent on improving.