This is the post excerpt.
Why should a male worry about whether he’s a man or not?
It’s a fair question. In this day and age, there are remarkably few penalties for not being a man. In fact, some segments of society will embrace you and celebrate you for just that fact.
However, many know something isn’t right about it. The sense it on an instinctive level.
So, they want something more.
Plenty of websites will tell them how they should be. The New York Times tried to do just that last year with a piece where writer Brian Lombardi offered his thoughts on what a modern man is.
It’s an example of what happens when feminism-indoctrinated males try to define manhood. It contains such gems as, “When the modern man buys shoes for his spouse, he doesn’t have to ask her sister for the size. And he knows which brands run big or small” and “The modern man uses the proper names for things. For example, he’ll say “helicopter,” not “chopper” like some gauche simpleton.”
One of my favorites is this:
Does the modern man have a melon baller? What do you think? How else would the cantaloupe, watermelon and honeydew he serves be so uniformly shaped?
This is manliness?
The presence of a melon baller doesn’t make one less of a man, but it’s not something that should remotely even be considered. Possessions don’t make the man.
Lombardi’s post was derided by numerous men for the sheer ridiculousness of it. He claims the modern man sleeps closest to the door so he can fight off an intruder, then claims they won’t touch a firearm, the most effective tool for doing just that.
It should have been.
Lombardi, and many other feminist-indoctrinated males (FIMs), don’t understand the essence of man. They don’t get it, and what’s more is they don’t want to get it.
Frankly, that’s their right.
So, the question is whether a male should or shouldn’t embrace a more traditional form of masculinity. That’s up to them. However, if you’re one of those men who knows what’s being shoveled your way isn’t the way it should be, then you already have your answer. Don’t you?