Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
From London Daily Mail Online:
Once, men were simply men. But then feminists decided they were chauvinist pigs who didn’t spend enough time doing the dishes. So along came the guilt-ridden New Man, swiftly followed by sensitive, moisturising Metrosexual Man. Of course, women soon missed the whiff of testosterone and were calling for the return of Real Men. Now a new book, The Retrosexual Manual: How To Be A Real Man, has been published. David Thomas tip-toes through the unashamedly macho details…
Who is he?
Remember, you have a number of qualities, almost all deriving from your testosterone, which women can’t help but admire. For example:
1. Your mind is uncluttered. Consider the female brain, filled as it is with multiple anxieties about its owner’s hair, figure, health, diet, clothes, shoes, emotions, digestive transit, sex life, competitive female friendships, multi-tasking duties as a worker/lover/ wife/mother/whatever.
Instead, your mind is focused on the important things in life: sex, beer, football. Women secretly envy a mind like that.
2. You can make decisions on your own. You don’t need to talk it over for hours with all your friends, or consult a horoscope, or worry about feng shui.
3. You have strong arms which come in handy whenever bottles need opening, cases need carrying, or a girl just feels like gazing at a strong, muscular limb.
4. You do not clutter up the bathroom. No woman wants a man who owns more beauty products than she does. A man who showers, shaves, then gets out of the way is ideal.
I am an old man…for this is a complete 360-degree cultural cycle, and I have now seen it twice. The first time was in 1982, with the publication of Bruce Feirstein’s book Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche.
What was going on back then — it wasn’t just the book. There was a palpable hunger for men who knew how to do things real men know how to do. Open jars. Kill spiders. A thirst left unslaked by a decade of finger-waggling and cluck-clucking over our twin national shames, Vietnam and Watergate…in which the ideal man was Jimmy Carter, whose name was seldom mentioned in the same sentence as the word “man.”
The same thing is going on now. Sex in the City has been made into a movie and we’re all being given instructions to go down and support Obama — the ultimate metrosexual — and don’t ever mention to anyone that his middle name is Hussein.
It seems an odd time, to me, to have a re-awakening of this chasmal culture conflict between Drowning in Ocean of Estrogen, and the re-emergence of the Totem of Strong Manhood from the waves. In ’82, we had a new Republican President, with a great big bagful of masculine policies to be implemented both domestically and in our foreign policy. And he was still popular. Now, we’re winding up the second term of a Republican President, and while some of his policies are masculine our prevailing sentiment is that we have become fatigued with him. He’s tried to recover some scraps of what was once his re-electability by watering down his platform, becoming quasi-liberal, and (does this not always seem to be the case) it’s backfired on him terribly.
Maybe it’s Congress that is the common cause. Our Congress is led by people who work against the interest of everybody else, engage in exceptionally thin masquerades and charades to pretend to be on our side — nobody seems to believe it except people who work in the press. That situation was true in 1982, as well. How does that inspire a Return of the Real Man? Widespread fatigue with bullshit? Could be. We’d like our cars to be bigger than we can afford for them to be…that was true in 1982. What’s the cause and effect there? Metaphorical? We’re hungrier for a bigger car, so we’re also hungrier for more manly-men, to emulate if we’re male and to genetically-splice if we’re female? Could be that, too.
H/T: Maggie’s Farm. And I’m very fond of this statement in particular:
Women often can be heard adopting the passive-aggressive victim posture, and bitching about how easy and good men have it in life. Fortunately, there are plenty of wise women out there who appreciate how tough it is for a boy child to become a man: it is so tough that many never manage to do it. [emphasis mine]
That’s a piece of artwork right there. Explains so much in so few words. And it’s true.
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Sex in the City has been made into a movie
Didja see Leno last night? His comment on SitC:
“There are two reasons I didn’t see ‘Sex in the City.’ (pause) They’re called ‘testicles’.”
Really. I shift thee not.
- Buck | 06/03/2008 @ 15:53