Feral Days

But there is something about this narrative hectoring about men not understanding manhood that seems particularly brutal in that it specifically attacks them for emotional ineptitude while simultaneously attacking them for having emotions.

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I cannot help asking, even more than I usually do when I watch scripted comedies: Where, on television, are the men who both like football and remember birthdays? Where are the men who can have a highly insightful drink-and-talk with friends? Where are the men who are great dads, great husbands, great boyfriends? Where are the men who are dedicated to important jobs? Where are the men who aren’t seeking reassurance about what it means to be men? Where are, in short, all the men I rely on in my day-to-day life?

Amen.

I’m the happiest woman among all women.

(that’s a Joanna Newsom reference if you didn’t catch it)

alfreditodito replied to your photo: Vegetarian stroganoff, beer, and graphic design….

Is that Lagunitas “Little Sumpin’”? I had some of that a couple of weeks ago and really liked it.

No, it’s the Lagunitas “Lucky 13” which was delicious (and at almost 9% ABV, let’s just I say I was pretty happy once I was finished).

“Little Sumpin’” is good too, though.