The manlier arts

Out of this list of thirty proposed Irreducible Characteristics of Man, I manage to qualify on twenty-point-something. (Regarding #5, while I have definite carnivore tendencies and have been observed in public downing a brewski, I have never actually felt compelled to set foot in Hooters; I’m told that the experience is valued more highly than the food, which runs counter to my post-Molly Murphy’s idea of what a restaurant ought to be.)

That said, though, several of the items listed aren’t at all specific to the male of the species, nor should they be. As a practical matter, I know more women than men who have slogged their way through Atlas Shrugged (#23). And #27 perplexes me:

He keeps his opinion when everyone else agrees with it. He keeps it when just about everybody is disagreeing with it. He only abandons it when the evidence tells him he should.

So doing doesn’t make you male, or even masculine; it makes you sensible.

Note: I do not consider this exercise to be the equivalent of getting in touch with my feminine side. And trust me, I have good metrics for that.

(Suggested by Andrea Harris’ take on the same list.)


  1. Donna B. »

    15 August 2010 · 10:54 pm

    That list makes me laugh because it reminds me more of my grandmothers than it does my grandfathers, my father, my brothers, or my sons-in-law.

    I had to bite my virtual tongue today because one of my daughters praised her husband for re-wiring a broken phone jack. That’s something I’ve known how to do for years! That this daughter of mine has forgotten that she had a phone (and modem) in her room because I knew how to wire it sort of broke me heart a bit.

    Of course, I also recognize that said son-in-law is not in the least impressed by this bit of work. He knows (and he knows that I know) this bit of “magic” he performed is simple. He also knows that I thoroughly admire his exceptional mechanical and engineering skills.

    Of course no one questions my daughter where pure mathematics is concerned… not even her very talented husband. Though it took him a few years to accept this… and if it had not, he would not have been a suitable challenge for her.

    One of the most rewarding things about being a mother and mother-in-law is witnessing this tension and subsequent growth of both parties. And… the joy of being a grandparent is witnessing a 3 year old stump them both.

    I love my life!

  2. Tam »

    16 August 2010 · 8:18 am

    It has been many, many years, but I seem to recollect that, from my perspective at least, the greatest virtue of a Hooters is that you could get a pound of crab legs for an extremely reasonable price if you had a crab leg mojo going around lunchtime.

    A friend worked there for a while and reported that the tips were okay, but not enough to prevent her from going back to shoe modeling.

  3. Morgan K Freeberg »

    16 August 2010 · 11:27 am

    Thanks for the link again, Charles.

    I’m chuckling myself at Donna B.’s comment. It’s true, us men got the long end of the stick. We wipe down a grubby rented DVD with a soft cloth and save movie night, and everyone who’s new to it gets down on bended knee and worships our technological prowess. For a little while, anyway…

    Wow, that Andrea broad seems pissed at me.

    Hooters (it was pointed out to me, there’s no apostrophe, and my ignorance of this broke one of my own rules) is the ultimate lesson on a civilized society. It forms a breakwater precisely where it is needed. The people who detest the entire scene sneer at those of us who go there, and then they stay out…not wanting to deal with us, and not being forced to. And once inside, we don’t have to deal with them.

    I do get a tad upset about parting with a C-note for a lunch for three people. And it’s disconcerting seeing calorie counts printed by every menu item…at a Hooters…in the same way, after a worldwide flood, it would be unsettling to watch the waves lap at your hut at the top of Mount Everest.

  4. Andrea Harris »

    17 August 2010 · 12:18 am

    That Andrea “broad” is not “pissed” at you, merely disconcerted that you don’t seem at all fussed by the idea that it’s so necessary to rebalance the relationship between men and women that a spot of brain-surgery on the troubled (“pissed”?) female in question shouldn’t be ruled out. This actually bothers me way more than Hooters. Really!

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