I stumbled upon an interesting blog post today (http://thecaveatlector.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/on-being-a-man-for-realsies/). While I encourage you to read it (as my summary is going to be woefully inadequate and not as funny as the blog post), here is the Cliff’s Notes version:
- The blog author is taking another guy (Roosh) to task for his tips and instructions on how to be a “real man” – the kind of man who doesn’t give a ___, thinks with his groin, punctuates sentences with “bro”, and settles disagreements with his fists. The type who has steel pipe for sale and drinks beer every night. Apparently, Roosh* believes that if you are not always looking to hook up with women, beat up guys for looking at you sideways, or doing anything that remotely qualifies as weak, then you are not a man.
*I’m quite positive that 1) “Roosh” rhymes with douche, and 2) I’m not the first person to make that joke.
Frankly, I beg to differ. And while I don’t need to defend my man credentials to some wanna-be alpha male who needs months of therapy, the post did stir up some feelings in me: