“You don’t change the oil in your own car?” a guy once asked me in a judgmental, “Hey, can you believe this guy?” kind of way.
“No,” I answered with a shrug. “I’m not a mechanic. I have to pay someone to do that kind of stuff.”
He seemed confused, as if changing my car’s bedpan had something to do with being a man.
Manhood?
Now, if I were going to point to skills that made someone a man, I might have replied:
“What? You don’t build your own surveillance devices or explosive booby traps?”·
“You don...
Published on September 18, 2017 01:00