Had I been born one hundred years earlier, things might have been different. The rules for collegiate football were adopted that year, and Susan B. Anthony was fined for trying to vote. Obviously, the wussification had not yet taken hold.
But the sad fact, is that even if wussitude were not the norm for American men today, there would be little opportunity for the kind of sweat-reeking machismo of years past.
Take my own situation, example. For the rest of my foreseeable life, it is highly improbable that I will have the opportunity to participate in any of the following historically masculine activities:
- Killing a bear when I am only three
- Drinking myself to an early grave
- Discovering a lost civilization
- Losing an ear in a bar fight
- Starting a global conflict
And not just any pen. But a bold, bloody red pen at that.
To paraphrase Kennedy, who may have been our last undomesticated President:
And because I choose to knit lace without using lifelines, I choose also to unknit lace. I choose to unknit several rows of incredibly complicated lace. Lace made from Filatura di Crosa Centolavaggi in a crimson red that would make your eyes ache even if you wore your reading glasses. Which of course I refuse to do because I am a man. And men don't wear readers.
But - Men do wear comfy vests. Like this one, which I recently finished. Manly. No?