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If you sit at a sidewalk cafe in DC and people watch you’ll eventually see hints of civilizational decline.
mommy took our allowance
There I was enjoying a manly tap water when something so magnificently wrong assaulted my visual field. A father carrying a baby in a papoose that he wore across his front.
It would be bad enough if he were usurping the natural maternal role by hauling around his kid in the traditional style with papoose in back. But the front? He may as well have swished his womanly hips while he walked.
Seriously, grow a set and get some self-respect, man. If you can’t find it in you to do it for yourself, at least think of society. With the child dearth and populations contracting throughout most of the first world it might help if you weren’t a big flashing negative ad to young men to avoid marriage and fatherhood. Put that papoose on the mother where God intended it to be. If you have more than one kid, throw the other one on the dog. There are big dogs you can fit with a saddle.
Which got me thinking. Is unmanliness a harbinger of the fall of great powers? I think it is. Look around and it’s easy to notice plenty of ominous unmanly trends.
I’m beginning to hear men use trendy truncated miniwords like fab, deet, obvi, fave, vom. This makes me vom. My ears can only take so much foppery. If you are a straight man who doesn’t tuck his junk in between his legs posing in front of the mirror then using these cutesy-isms is very homosex. I expect women to annoy charm me with baby talk, not grown men.
Men (and I use the term loosely) with trendy truncated minidogs. I’ve gone on about this before. If your dog’s legs are missing a joint and it is shorter from snout to tail than the length of your forearm and lighter than your 10-rep maximum dumbbell weight, then you’ve got creampuff issues. Trade it in for a pet that’s supposed to be that size, like a gerbil.
Gym “classes”. No man worth his yarbles should take a spinning, pilates, step or, heaven forfend, stroller class. Butch up and hit the weight room. Try not to pee yourself when you see the squat rack. Yoga is acceptable as long as you understand why you are there and situate yourself in the back row for greatest viewing pleasure.
Lovers’ quarrels. It’s not unmanly to get into a fight with your girlfriend at 5AM banging on her apartment door piss drunk. It IS unmanly to do all the above while sobbing “BUT I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!” over and over. What happened to the good old days when drunk guys got into fistfights, not confessionals?
If you order your martini from a color-coded menu you may as well butter up your ass, funboy. Men’s hard liquor drinks come in two colors — brown and clear. And don’t drink from the straw.
When you canoodle your girl in public, do not bury your face in her lap and raise your hindquarters in the air like a cat getting stroked. I actually saw this once. This is about as unmanly as a man post-coitally resting his head on the chest of his woman. You should be fitting yourself for a bra.
If you are a man bleating on about how great feminism is please do us all a favor and strangle yourself with your bloomers. You are not sophisticated, evolved, or intellectual. You are a sackless tool.
So there you have it. I’m sure examples of unmanliness abound. Is it a coincidence that as American women are becoming manlier American men are becoming softer, immature, and vaguely androgynous? No, it is not.
Probably the biggest sign of the growing trend of unmanliness is the celebrity blog. No man should write, read, or even tangentially discuss celebrity gossip, unless it’s to make a point to some hardened feminist how fame and power encourages men turn in their aging wives for young pussy. Celebrities and the deets of their lives are black holes of irrelevance and idiocy. It’s enough for one gender to get sucked into eight-balling celebrity sludge right into their limbic systems. Men have a duty to shun it. Gay men run the risk of flaming out into a red giant from this wasteful activity.