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...
As late as the mid-1980’s, most of our examples of masculinity in Hollywood boasted several attributes of male maturity which distinguished them from both young boys and women. Many of these attributes were physical. Just as many were components of attitude, body language, and their roles within the fiction they portrayed.
Let’s take a look at seven such celebrities, men whose stars have risen in decades past but who have either passed on or faded over time. Some of them are still working, even successfully. However, their modern work is arguably enabled by their past achievements, which would have been more difficult in our current wussy metrosexual culture.
Hat tip to Linkiest.
The tragedy of the times in which we live, is: The bar has been lowered, and yet what used to make the cut, no longer does.
Suppose you get your idea of what a real man is, and what a real man does, out of the movie theater. You poor dumb bastard. But suppose, further, that anything that came out before January 1, 2010 does not count. We-ell…what you are then left with is not pretty. And not very manly either.
He cries a lot. He doesn’t have any kids of his own, and if he does, they don’t want to be like him. He doesn’t have all the answers. Heck, he doesn’t have any of the answers! Except for one: Gosh darn it, I’ve been working way too many hours, I missed my kid’s soccer game, I’ve been lying my ass off but I’m going to make it up to everybody.
The modern male’s story is one of redemption, not unlike when Darth Vader flung The Emperor down that bottomless pit and then died in the light to join Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda in the light side of The Force. But what has he been doing wrong? It has something to do with taking life seriously…demanding excellence out of himself and his kids. How can he redeem himself? Through mediocrity…more smiling and laughing…staying home from work “sick” when he isn’t really sick. Overall, just taking life less seriously.
Men wear shorts that aren’t really shorts. Trousers that look like they were made from left-over circus tents. Their tops are a perfect fit — plus about fifty percent. If the guy’s six foot five, his shirt should be tailor made for a guy about…nine foot seven.
Big ol’ white sneakers. Like, built for a human duck.
Gold chains around the neck.
Baseball cap backwards.
In 2010, the well-dressed man — on the silver screen, or out in real life on an ordinary sidewalk around the summer solstice — is a clown. He is not a creature taken seriously by anybody, for he does not take himself seriously.
Unless he does. Which is a sin. Huh. In John Wayne’s time, that was thought to be a redeeming quality. Thirty-one years after The Duke shucked his mortal coil, a man isn’t a man until he learns to laugh at himself. And cry, too.
When George C. Scott played George S. Patton — who can forget this monologue? He threw out many quotes that were genuine. Among these, was this: “I wouldn’t give a hoot and hell for a man who lost and laughed.”
Doesn’t that just cut to the quick of it?
A real man, is someone you want between yourself and danger.
A real man, is someone who will impose himself there. The danger is the action, he is the reaction. Ready to rattle sabers. Ready to take the bullet, to lose the limb. There’s your manliness for you.
How come it is, I wonder, that we’re in such a hurry to make that unfashionable?
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Unstoppable
- Bikerdad | 11/18/2010 @ 10:47Men.
At work.
being MEN.