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Sunday, February 18, 2024

Joe Rogan's not so Rugged Childhood


 Although today many people see podcast mogul Joe Rogan as a rugged outdoors man who loves ice baths and cigars, his upbringing may have been quite the opposite. 

He was born in New Jersey and has lived in California but he graduated from a high school in Newton, Massachusetts and spent his teenage years there. When he recounts stories of going to Boston and going to the karate studio people imagine young Joe Rogan in the cold hard streets of Boston. Maybe you can see where I’m going with this so I do want to make a disclosure that I’m not necessarily saying Joe Rogan purposefully leaves out the nicer parts of his upbringing but it just happened to turn out this way. There seems to be more mention of his rugged fighting stories, such as the one where he said two sides north and south fought each other in his hometown. If you are from Massachusetts and you know what Newton is, it’s not a very tough place. In fact it’s probably one of the nicest in the area, and in the whole state for that matter. If you’re from Newton, you have a bubble to be protected within, it results in an interesting outcome. I would say most kids won’t do much because of their upbringing being so nice, but the few that were able to take advantage of their opportunities, learn everything they could, become incredibly talented and multifaceted. John Krasinski a fellow Newton alumni is another example. In Rogan's case we see that he was able to go to the best karate studio in his teens because of where he was from, it’s not cheap to have the ability to have free time and go around doing whatever classes you want. All of these things cost money and the fact of the matter is Joe Rogan came from an area where he was given that opportunity to try everything and it shows the results can be incredible, just 1% of the time. The rest of his class were probably douche bags. Sorry.

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