Maybe its because of what I do that it bothers me.
Maybe its because I work all day as a male intelligence advocate trying to convince stores and marketers that still consider us bumbling idiots it annoys me so.
Maybe its because I just have a since of pride, or stubbornness, that says if I want to do it I can without having to call it stupid names.
My buddies and I went on a trip two years ago. I lost at least 24 golf balls while playing on an ocean-lined course well past dark. We went fishing and caught sharks, spent 45 minutes trying to pull in a stingray only to snap the line. We also saw dolphins. It was one of the best trips I’ve ever had. And it was not a mancation!
I have considered buying sandals. I won’t consider buying mandals!
I have no problems using face buff, exfoliating skin bars, face moisturizer or an expensive type of shave cream that prevents skin irritation. I shave my chest and I even get massages often. You know how good they feel. But, I have never in my life manscaped!
I’ve even been known to hang out with the same group of buddies, they get me and I get them. We have given each other dap, fist pumps, pounds, pats on the back, hugs and the grip and one-armed hug. I have said ‘I Love You’ to males. But never, ever ever ever, have I been a participant of a bromance or a brohug!
I even wore an engagement ring, in 2002. It was not a mangagement ring!
There’s a long list of words you shouldn’t use because it means you’re the opposite. Humble, you’re not. Professional, you just did something unsavory. A giver, you just took something. If you need to put ‘man’ on it, you feel unmanly doing it.
I mean seriously. There seems to be a need to label everything but the rash of “man” stuff has just gotten me annoyed.
If you have a daughter, you know it ‘s priceless to spend a Saturday together. If a son, you’d tailgate at rec football if you wouldn’t get stares. You look forward to whitewater with your college buddies. You like the fact it’s hot outside and can feel the air through your toes. You stare at your shaven chest after a workout.
I hope I’m preaching to the choir. I hope you aren’t perpetrating the abuse of the ‘man’ prefix. But just in case you are. Stop it!!! It’s fine doing what you like to do. You’re grown, you’re a man! Do what you like. You don’t need anybody’s approval for that.