Open Letter to Wisconsin Congressman Glenn Grothman

This is an open letter in response to the comments made by Congressman Grothman regarding the SCOTUS gay marriage ruling. http://www.rawstory.com/2015/07/wisconsin-republican-says-marriage-decision-insults-christians-who-died-in-the-religious-civil-war/

Congressman Grothman,
I am a Wisconsinite and I recently heard your reaction to the gay marriage decision. I respect your candor and honesty, but you severely misrepresented Pres. Lincoln, the Civil War, and our nation.

Pres. Lincoln was almost certainly not a Christian.”The Bible is not my book nor Christianity my profession.” — Abraham Lincoln, quoted by Joseph Lewis in “Lincoln the Freethinker”.
Clearly he held a public persona of faith, but as a politician I’m sure you can understand publicly holding a position you don’t personally believe.

The Civil War was not religious war. How dare you simplify the worst conflict in our history. Moreover if it was a religious war, what was the opposing religion? This was not Sunni vs. Shia or Catholics vs. Protestants or The Crusades. It was about states rights, taxation, independence, and slavery. Which brings up the fact Ministers were for slavery and used the Bible to justify limited rights of black people just as you seem to use the Bible against the LGBTQ community. Pastor Ebenezer Warren, in 1861, delivered a sermon entitled, “THE SCRIPTURAL VINDICATION OF SLAVERY”. It was published in The Macon Telegraph. In this sermon, this Christian Pastor speaking to, as you said, “a much more religious country”, said, “Both Christianity and Slavery are from Heaven; both are blessings to humanity; both are to be perpetuated to the end of time; and therefore both have been protected and defended by God’s omnipotent arm from the assaults, oppositions and persecutions through which they have passed.” This seems very similar to the persecution rhetoric Christians have been bandying about since the SCOTUS decision.

Lastly, you speculate the 620,000 Americans who died in that war would be appalled at the SCOTUS application of the 14th amendment. What reason do you have to assume those brave people would agree with you? There were certainly Liberals, Progressives, and homosexuals who died in that war. We are a nation of Jews, Muslims, Christians, Spiritualists, Buddhists, non-believers, and so on. Who are you to speak for those who died for what they believed? You called the judges “arrogant” and yet you claim to know the minds of dead heroes when you don’t even seem to understand the most basic reasons they fought in that great war. Pride goes before the fall Congressman. You are on the wrong side of history and some day someone will be quoting you to show how backwards and regressive our secular nation once was.
Signed,
Someone who believes Wisconsin deserves better

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Coffee and Control

Tom and Jim are two old friends getting together for coffee at a local, rundown-but-you’ve-been-there-a-hundred-times-so-it-doesn’t-bother-you diner, and Jim has had a quandary about his life. He probes Tom for insight. “Tom, Do you think we control our lives?” Tom thought for a moment, looking into his coffee as though it had the answers Jim sought. Finally, looking up with a quiet satisfaction on his face he replied in question. “Why did you get up this morning?” Jim, knowing his friend had what he was looking for, patiently answered, “Because my alarm woke me.” Still prodding further Tom asked, “What did you do after you awoke?” Jim sipped his coffee and said matter-a-factly “Went to work.” Tom continued in his interrogation while rearranging the condiments, “And why did you go to work?” Jim squinted at his friend in reasonable puzzlement. “To support my family of course.” Tom, apparently satisfied or bored with the condiments, lit a cigarette and after exhaling asks, “And why are you here now?” Jim stops tapping the table (something Tom hates by the way) and darkens, as he believes to comprehend, “I see what you are driving at. My alarm controls my sleep, my family controls my responsibilities, and you, my dear friend, control my time. Is that your point, that I am not in control? That I am merely a pawn whose actions are dictated by the driving forces in my life?” Tom breaks into a full smile at his friend’s discomfort and incorrect deduction. “No. Think about it Jim. Who set the alarm? Who got married and had children? Who drove here, sat down, and ordered? You did. You are in everyday control of your life. I wouldn’t smile too quickly because you have no one to blame if you fuck it up. Never feel pity for yourself, and never believe there is nothing you can do about your situation for even your mood is your choice.” Jim sits back in the booth to reflect. He looks at Tom with a slight scowl, “You couldn’t lie just once to make feel better could you?” Tom, intent on his engineering work of art consisting of two forks, a toothpick and a salt shaker creating a monolithic pyramid answers without looking up, “You could stop asking.” 

Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.

 

-Danger


Your Heroes Are Dead

As I complete what is likely to be the first third of my life I have lived just long enough to objectively see changes in myself, and more so in my heroes. Happily, most of my inspirations have shuffled off this mortal coil. Men like Huxley, Orwell, Russell, and Hitchens, have made their beds and now I happily sleep in them. That said, my most important and defining hero is very much alive and as the two of us grew, we grew apart.

Andrew Schwab, journalist, frontman, and the light in a dark room, was the voice of reason and angry hope for myself and many like me. His frustration with both the church and corporations resonated clearly through Project 86’s albums, notably Truthless Heroes (Sept 2002). His books conveyed the confusion and frustration so many of us had previously been unable to articulate. He was larger than life on stage and exuded an untouchable presence off it. He didn’t shy away from exposing the dirty under belly of religion and the record industry. More importantly, he didn’t complain and minge without purpose. He inspired people to be angry and stand up against injustices.

He was our spokes person and we his rabid followers.

He was so willing to bite the hand that fed him (i.e. the church and the almighty record labels) he inspired us who intuitively knew there was something wrong with the church and gave us hope to make music on our own terms. For years his books, posts, and lyrics reflected this unyielding need to buck and better the system, then something happened. He softened. His lyrics became less singular minded and individually disempowered. His writing, once poetic and brash, became devotionals. Even his stage presence became accessible and congenial (for a rocker). I do not know Andrew or anything about his journey other than what he has volunteered to the public, but put to it I would wager the change was marriage. That and a need for peace. Like so many young men out to fight the world and make a difference to the masses, all they really wanted is to matter to one special person. Andrew’s social media activity around the time of his marriage focused less on social action and more on gardening and sports. His Blog once looking to identify and solve hypocrisy and inequity in the church became a Bible study. Even his latest book, Tin Soldiers, is a devotional work book riddled with cartoons.

Let me be clear I am stating his later work is good on its own merits. In contrast to what made me and others like me love his earlier work, it seems soft, pandering, and without original zeal. One could even argue Andrew now supports the system he so vehemently (some would say virulently) railed against. Again, it is not that he has stopped putting forth effort and passion, but it feels like The Matrix turned into Matrix: Revolutions. They are good movies for completely different reasons, but one clearly pushed the boundaries. The other sat back on its laurels and gave the masses what they wanted. I think the change in the not so “Macabre Schwab” can be summed up by comparing some lyrics written about 10 years apart.

S.M.C . (Sunday Mass Consumption) circa 2002

Big business ain’t easy
I’m sure you’d agree
Especially when the product is eternity-
To stay one step ahead we must achieve
And turn this holy temple
Into a factory
Is there anywhere you can run
To hide from these thieves? –
Cause eternity’s on sale today for a fee

Faith is buying me away
Buying me a way
To convert the masses into little servants
Faith is buying me away
Buying me a way
Buying me into your home (soul)

Our sanctuary of this high-rise
Our steeples our billboards
Our slogans our converts
Oh don’t forget to buy this T-shirt
As you leave
And open up the offering box
And give until it hurts
Show me an open heart and we’ll steal it away
Cause eternity’s on up for sale for a small fee today
You Know

This altar is a stage
Our sponsor must be paid
And maybe even make the front page

Blood Moon circa 2012

Eyes ablaze
The knife held high above your
Head is framed against the constellations
While my back is splayed upon this altar
Might you just reveal where this is headed?

I brought you to this pinnacle
The height above the desert sea
To wash away the blemishes
In burning holy offering

I know you came from me
Your blood is in these veins
I know you came from me
There can be no other way

Yes, relent, transcend
Reverse this madness
Call to mind the curse
The pain that’s promised
Search within and admit
You cannot do this
Wait, reflect, recall
When she was barren?

You, my only progeny
My tears may never ever cease
I long to give you sweet release
But I cannot disobey

Stay your steel and sheath the dagger
You have shown this day
Belief beyond your reason
Gaze above and count
Those lights, my heavens
You gave his life
Your wage is endless
To trust is to obey

In the end I am sad at the loss of a hero, but I am at consoled feeling Andrew Schwab is happy and at peace in his life. To paraphrase him, “My hero is dead. He was all in my head. When nothing is left I’ll start again.” Andrew, if you happen to read this, you should know you saved my life once. Thank you for your work and may you become a new hero to many.

Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.

-Danger


Audience of Musicians

I spend a large amount of time with artists, musicians, speakers, and the like. I myself identified as more than one of these for a majority of life. I state this past tense since writing is my only “performance” outlet currently. Any time you are deeply embedded in a group or activity, objectivity and clarity are often clouded. This can be a boon giving you the one dimensional world to focus and hone your craft. Surrounding yourself with like minded people always solidifies preexisting notions, however it rarely expands and challenges your preconceptions. This seems to invariably lead to hubris and demeaning overconfidence.

As an artist your lens is a comparative one. The standard: Your work. This often causes unfair reviews of other artists, both overly kind and defaming alike. If you think some one is good but needs polishing you may over sell them to bolster show turn out. If someone is talented and hard working it can cause jealously. Things like, “They’re really popular, but I just don’t get what all the buzz is about. Sell-out.” are often proffered. Your own creation rightly consumes your mind but can make you useless for an objective opinion.

It is fascinating how a person will decide their value scale is ubiquitous and absolute in regard to art. Moreover it is normal and expected in many social groups to mock art perceived as bad, negative, or sell-out. People will applaud the folk singer pounding out a four cord song story, saying, “what a great story”, “so much heart”, and “so organic” and in the next breath decry the local hardcore act as “just noise” and “angry”. In point of fact most heavy rock musicians are extremely skilled at their instrument and have practiced hours to play in sync with a band. The fact heavy music is so often called “angry” shows the listener neither understands anger and taken no time to listen to the music and read the lyrics. In the same way heavy musicians couple all singing as “whining” and light music as sissified or weak. To bare your soul over a break up or loss in front of a group of strangers takes balls. Big folksy balls. Melody does not equate to weakness. Beethoven is the father of Alice Cooper and Black Sabbath. He lived in melody, so mock not your forefather.

This artistic myopia can be applied to spoken word poets, public debaters, DJ’s, rappers, and painters. There is no public forum exempt from cliquism. Cliques can be useful. They are the bones on which new comers sharpen their teeth.  It is the leaders of the artistic cliques doing themselves and those who look up to them a disservice. I find the deeper you get into a clique the less you base your opinion on what you like and more on what is “OK” or “cool” to like. Your public image guides your taste more than your taste does. We see this parodied in hipster memes all the time. How often have you heard a song on the radio and immediately dismissed it because of the station or artist playing it? There is some genuine crap out there not deserving of the time of day. Most of the art in the public sphere deserves at least the time of day. It is one thing to dislike something. It is entirely different to state it isn’t good, well executed, or deserving. Artists should understand this the best, and yet they are the quickest to say a person who went to Julliard has no talent or skill. Playing to audience of your peers can be the most encouraging or defeating show of your life.

I encourage artist and consumer a like to examine your standard for quality or enjoyment. I encourage people to have the confidence to publicly appreciate art outside their social wheelhouse. I encourage people to stay away from blanket descriptors and ego measuring while imbibing art. Please step back and see the forest for its many varied and wonderful trees. You never know who may inspire you.

Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.

-Danger


Black Flag Black Friday

The American holiday of thanks and gratitude is overshadowed more and more every year with rabid consumerism and voracious materialism. I for one have had enough.

The American holiday of thanks and gratitude is overshadowed more and more every year with rabid consumerism and voracious materialism. I for one have had enough.

History Of Black Friday

The term “Black Friday”, coined in the 60’s by Philadelphia‘s police griping about the congested streets clogged with motorists and pedestrians, marks the kickoff to the Christmas shopping season. “Black” refers to stores moving from the “red” to the “black,” back when accounting records were kept by hand, and red ink indicated a loss, and black a profit. Ever since the start of the modern Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in 1924, the Friday after Thanksgiving has been known as the unofficial start to a bustling holiday shopping season.
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The term “Black Friday” got wider exposure around 1975, as shown by two newspaper articles from November 29, 1975, both datelined Philadelphia. The first reference is in an article entitled “Army vs. Navy: A Dimming Splendor”, in The New York Times: “Philadelphia police and bus drivers call it “Black Friday” – that day each year between Thanksgiving Day and the Army–Navy Game. It is the busiest shopping and traffic day of the year in the Bicentennial City as the Christmas list is checked off and the Eastern college football season nears conclusion.” The derivation is also clear in an Associated Press article entitled “Folks on Buying Spree Despite Down Economy”, which ran in Pennsylvania’s Titusville Herald on the same day: “Store aisles were jammed. Escalators were nonstop people. It was the first day of the Christmas shopping season and despite the economy, folks here went on a buying spree… “That’s why the bus drivers and cab drivers call today ‘Black Friday,'” a sales manager at Gimbels said as she watched a traffic cop trying to control a crowd of jaywalkers. “They think in terms of headaches it gives them.” The term’s spread was gradual, however, and in 1985 the Philadelphia Inquirer reported that retailers in Cincinnati and Los Angeles were still unaware of the term.

For many years, it was common for retailers to open at 6:00 a.m., but in the late 2000’s many had crept to 5:00 or even 4:00. Taken to a new extreme in 2011 several retailers (including Target, Kohl’s, Macy’s, Best Buy, and Bealls) opened at midnight for the first time. In 2012, Wal-Mart and several other retailers announced that they would open most of their stores at 8:00 p.m. on Thanksgiving Day (except in states where opening on Thanksgiving is prohibited due to blue laws, such as Massachusetts where they still opened around midnight), prompting calls for a walkout among some workers.

Psychology of Black Friday

While the sales are often the touted drive for Black Friday shoppers, there is good evidence indicating people feel a “need” to shop that day.  When professors from South Carolina’s Winthrop University studied and interviewed multiple Black Friday participants, they found a common thread behind the need for Black Friday. They included the social effect and enjoyment that comes with the experience, Black Friday being an after-Thanksgiving tradition and the aspect of loving the hunt for goods. Shoppers who make a tradition out of Black Friday often speak in its defense saying it is the social aspects and togetherness the enjoy the most. Fair enough, but do we really want to revolve our memories of family and friends with rampant consumerism?

black-friday-killer-dealsCost of Black Friday

First of all, it severely over shadows Thanksgiving. The irony of a day revolving around gross consumerism usurping a holiday set aside to remind us of all we have is palpable. It is a harsh and embarrassing reflection of the state of the nation and now with shops opening on Thanksgiving we completely bypass being grateful and seek to stuff our already opulent houses with more and more. If you think I am being hyperbolic, stop. About 80% of the world lives on ten dollars a day. We spent $11.4 billion, the most in history, on Black Friday last year. Opulent doesn’t even begin to cover how good the majority of Americans have it.

As stores open earlier and earlier realize someone must run the register, stock the shelves, provide security, manage the operations, etc. Often those who make the least in our society are the ones who are losing out the most. We need empathy for those who work behind the scenes on Black Friday and allow them to have a holiday as well.

Known as a particularly violent shopping event there have been four deaths and sixty-five injuries to date. Let me say that again. Know as a particularly violent shopping event. Let that sink in… How is it with so much and very little real need we clamber over and crush aside our contemporaries for sales? It’s not even as if Wal-Mart and Macy’s won’t restock their shelves and Samsung and Apple will stop production. We disregard the rights and well-being of our fellows for sales.  The idiocy and barberism revolving around Black Friday should cause any sane person to vehemently repudiate everything to do with the event

Alternatives

I can feel many of you nodding in agreement but thinking, “The deals are simply to good to pass up.” Let’s put that myth to rest. With the exception of electronics many items can be purchased throughout the year at similar prices from the same stores. It may take a little more work to be aware of these sales, but not perpetuating Black Friday is surely worth it.

Shop online. This is generally thought to be better for the environment, not to mention you can get exactly what you want rather than settling for what the store has in stock.

black-friday-20101126-090707Buy from second-hand, estate/garage sales, and resale shops. Again, the environmental benefits alone make this a desirable practice. Your gifts may gain a tinge of originality and if the hunt is what you enjoy about shopping I promise “thrifting” will become your catnip.

Shopping online and “used” not only can save money and add originality, often it keeps the money in the U.S. Purchasing items from department stores guarantees a portion of that money goes overseas. In the current economic climate, every little bit counts.

Boycott Black Friday

Let us support already underpaid retail workers, reduce negative consumerism, and reclaim Thanksgiving. Let’s spend the holiday truly being grateful for all we have rather than ramping up for a shopping spree. I strongly urge public protest of shopping on Thursday, and if you must shop Friday, stay away from the stores who robbed the customers and employees alike of their holiday. We are a capitalist society and by definition we, the consumers, have control. Let us exercise that control this season.

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Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.

-Danger


Body Mods Under Fire

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Senator Missy Irvin has sponsored a bill entitled “AN ACT TO LIMIT BODY ART PROCEDURES; AND FOR OTHER 10 PURPOSES” subtitled “TO LIMIT BODY ART PROCEDURES”. It passed Arkansas Senate by a landslide and is on its way to the house. The wording is vague and depending on interpretation could outlaw body modification in general.

Jake Reynolds - Artist For Blue Lotus Tattoo in Madison, WI

Jake Reynolds – Artist For Blue Lotus Tattoo in Madison, WI

I can hear you saying, “I don’t live in Arkansas.” or “I don’t care about body mods, so this doesn’t affect me.” First off, defend the rights of those who do care. Secondly, bills like this set precedent the government can tell us what we can cannot do with our most precious possession, our bodies. Like a snowball rolling down a hill, it starts with dermals and scarification and can move into unhealthy food and drink. It removes personal responsibility. You shouldn’t eat junk and fast food all the time. You will do yourself damage. However, every now and then it’s a great treat. Just because some individuals in society eat themselves to death does not mean the government needs to reach into everyone’s life and dictate what we eat and we should not be cowed into thinking this a good way to operate a society.

Now obviously there needs to be oversight in the body modification industry just as the FDA watches over what we consume, but that is the other danger of bills like this. If you make body modification illegal it doesn’t go away. It goes underground. There are many laws in place on the industry insuring artist, piercers, and the like are held accountable. Sterilization of equipment, licensing, testing, first aid, aftercare training, health inspections, age limits, consent forms, etc. The list goes on and on what a parlor must go through to operate. If you take away the right of these law abiding shops to trade their skills and wares, criminals will provide the desired services. Kitchens and basements across the country will become populated with tattooing machines and piercing needles. No one will insure the needles are clean and single use. No one will make sure people know how to take care of their modification as to avoid infection.  No one to keep impulsive thirteen year-olds from permanently altering their body.
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If someone wants to use their body as a canvas to display art, that is their prerogative. We need to nip legislation like this in bud before more liberties come under fire. Keep a sharp eye in your own state for these kind of bills. They start with the fringes of society and slowly encompass us all. Call, email, mail, Missy Irvin in protest. Let her know our bodies are just that, ours.

Senator Missy Irvin (R)
P. O. Box 106, Mountain View, 72560

Senator Irving

Senator Irving

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Phone 870-269-2703
Email Missy.Irvin@senate.ar.gov
District 18
Seniority Number 13
Occupation Marketing Director
Church Affiliation: Methodist
Public Service Senate 2011, 2013 Asst. President Pro Tempore

Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.

-Danger


Females Aren’t the Only Sex Objects

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Quite the view

Male objectification isn’t anything new, however it is definitely picking up speed and intensity. In no way do I intend to diminish the valid complaints of women about how their gender is often portrayed as an assembly of sexual enticements and nothing more, but it is time to acknowledge they are no longer the only gender who have an ax to grind. We men, we have a big sexy ax to grind.

Past to Present:

Stars on the Big Screen and TV

James Dean The Heartthrob

James Dean The Heartthrob

Brad Pitt The Heartattack

Brad Pitt The Heartattack

If you look at the studs of the Golden Age of Movies (1930’s-1940’s), they are undoubtedly manly, hansom, and fit. Men like Errol Flynn, Clark Gable, and Cary Grant, while easy on the eyes, rarely had cause to lose the shirts on camera and if they did they were fit and that was good enough. If you had a pleasing face and lacked a belly you could be a “dream boat”. Some actors like John Wayne did it on swagger and charisma alone. Not to say buff hunks were no where to be found. I’m sure most of us remember the beefcake movement stretching back as far as the 20’s, but being cut wasn’t a requirement to be sexy. We see this trend continue through the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s. It really isn’t until the 80’s when powerhouses like Stallone, Van Dam, and Schwarzenegger gain traction do we see men bulking up for the camera as standard. Fast forward to today. The hunks like Jason Statham, Matthew McConaughey, and Channing Tatum are common place. If you want a seat at the “hunk table” you have to be able to bench press thirty Tom Cruises.  Try and think of one of Hollywood’s hottest who isn’t rippling and stacked. If you can, he truly is the exception or in between movies.

Ads

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Sex sells. Everyone and their mother knows this. I remember the first time I noticed it. It was an Uncle Ben’s Rice commercial where a couple was engaging in teasing foreplay while microwaving rice. It seemed so out of place it stuck with me. Women had the market cornered for the longest time regarding selling with sex, but men are catching up. Maybe even surpassing. Calvin Klein changed the rules in the 1980’s when he marketed men’s underwear as something sexy. A huge picture of a hunk in CK briefs was unveiled in New York and the marketing industry was forever changed. Understandably we see hunks selling Old Spice and AF jeans, but increasingly we see chiseled Adonises selling completely unrelated products. Everything from air freshener to salad dressing can be pitched by pecs. I think Wal-Mart and Home Depot are the only ad campaigns not featuring the offspring of Olympus. Clearly exaggerating, but you get the point.

Toys

1970's G.I. Joe's

1970’s G.I. Joes

He-Man: Buff and Nude Duded

He-Man: Buff and Nude Duded

Women regularly point out Barbie’s dimensions are impossible ideals of beauty and I heartily agree. That being said, when was the last time those same women looked at action figures? Boys in the 50’s and 60’s played with Howdy Doody and the Original G.I. Joe. Fast forward to the 80’s. He-Man, WWF figures, COPS, and a toy line called M.U.S.C.L.E. were all the rage. Even G.I. Joe got a muscly makeover. He-Man is the most glaring of all these examples. Is name is repetitively masculine, he is very near nude always, and his body shape is more or less impossible to attain. Sorry ladies, but He-Man just beat out Barbie for causing body dysmorphia in children. Since the 80’s this has only gotten more intense. WWF stars are even bigger than they were, Batman and Superman surely can’t be played by Adam West and Christopher Reeve any more, and with the advent of video games young men can vicariously roam digital worlds as ultra-hunks, no imagination required.  

More Intense in Some Ways

In some ways to be the pinnacle of male beauty is even more intense than for females. The skinny ideal in women is ridiculous and often unhealthy, but  the diets and workout regiments for men are just as intense if not more so. While filming Death Race Jason Statham dropped his body fat level from 20% to a truly impressive 6%. He lost around 17lbs in six weeks thanks to a brutal fitness regime and a diet of raw veg mixed with bitter food envy. The entire cast of 300 went through insane workouts and diet to shoot that movie. Even after getting the male form into its peak condition marketers still feel the need to photoshop their subjects into perfection.

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I pose this question: How many of you have had plastic surgery? 80% percent of American males are lying if they said no. Circumcision is plastic surgery. The health benefits by in large are up for debate so at the end of the day we cut babies penis’ for aesthetic purposes. Honestly women, if society said your genitals looked a little better with less skin and we started cutting 80% of you just after birth, would you put up a fight? Men are told we are born unattractive and must have immediate surgery to correct it.  In no way am I saying women have it easy, but the damage done to joints from excessive lifting, chemical imbalances from steroids, and socially mandated cosmetic genital surgery is surely evidence men aren’t getting off any lighter

Loss of Male Identity

Charlton Heston Reads Too

Charlton Heston Reads Too

With this new found obsession on male form, manscaping has become common place. In the past a straight man needing to moisturize, wax, or get manicured was at the very least done behind closed doors if at all. More and more I hear my contemporaries talking about chap stick, luffas, and body spray. All these things are perfectly fine. My concern is the loss of male identity. We are rapidly being drowned by vanity and consumerism. Sean Connery and Charlton Heston may not have been able to flex their leg hair, but at least they still had it. If a man wants to remove body hair, have baby soft skin, and glossy lips, great! I love we are expressing our physical personality and sexuality openly as a culture and think we could go a bit further since you can kill a hundred henchmen for a PG-13, but some breasts in a love scene flips it to an R rating. The key word is want, but we are trying to make it the standard. For years the man was the bread winner, the hunter, the leader, and the warrior. Happily we are giving women a right and equal place in society, but that means the male identity had to shift. It seems to me its shifting into being able to bench a thousand pounds of hair conditioner and being more concerned over your cuticles than your integrity. Let’s not sacrifice the traditional male characteristics of integrity, honesty, hard work, and respect for women at the altar of Body Wash and Moisturized Razor Blades.

Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.

-Danger