reflections upon a freshly buzzed dome piece
as my hetero life mate and soon to be ex-roomie Kyland buzzed up my shaggy dome earlier, I was consumed with a Thought: my take on gender is completely fucked up and I have no idea why.
when I was a young man that my father dressed in cowboy shirts and cords, we would go down to Mr. Eddings' barber shop every other week for 'a trim.' for me that meant an entire childhood of hideously outdated, crappy hairdos that (along with my large tortoise-shell glasses and the fact that I was one to two years younger than my companions in elementary school classes) meant I was prime Ass Kicking Fodder. my dad, on the other hand, has maintained the same, identical stamped-out Corporate 'Do for the twenty-odd years of my life that I have known him. to this day, he gets the boilerplate Executive Express updated every two weeks.
which brings me to my thoughts on gender. time was, you were a rebel, you let your hair grow long and shaggy. I, personally, hate long and shaggy hair. I also hate the 'Do. what I have done for the last five or six years would make a Spartan proud: when my hair is long enough to piss me off, I (or a friend or family member) hack it off with a buzz saw. my hair is too long when it's long enough for me to think about.
far from making me some burrhead redneck, this seems to be the going thing with compatriots of mine who think that caring about your hair makes you a girl, but cooking makes you manly. what is going on here? I genuinely look down on men who don't know how to at least make a decent stew, let alone bake their own biscuits, and likewise, a guy who spends more...scratch that, a guy who spends money on a haircut seems a little foofy to me. yet, at the same time, I, a former pacifist (and prime candidate for Ass Kicking Fodder), can't get enough of mixed martial arts combat on the small screen as I toil at the gym five days a week. I'm like the heterosexual Spartan version of Giada from the Food Network crossed with Bill Nye and Joe Hill. most people who share my politics piss me off because they aren't willing to start riots or bring back the black flag, yet at the same time I think people who manipulate giant puppets at protests just needs to shut up because they are feeding the beast.
so what the fuck am I? confused? post-manly? or some horrible market demographic that has yet to be tapped?
when I was a young man that my father dressed in cowboy shirts and cords, we would go down to Mr. Eddings' barber shop every other week for 'a trim.' for me that meant an entire childhood of hideously outdated, crappy hairdos that (along with my large tortoise-shell glasses and the fact that I was one to two years younger than my companions in elementary school classes) meant I was prime Ass Kicking Fodder. my dad, on the other hand, has maintained the same, identical stamped-out Corporate 'Do for the twenty-odd years of my life that I have known him. to this day, he gets the boilerplate Executive Express updated every two weeks.
which brings me to my thoughts on gender. time was, you were a rebel, you let your hair grow long and shaggy. I, personally, hate long and shaggy hair. I also hate the 'Do. what I have done for the last five or six years would make a Spartan proud: when my hair is long enough to piss me off, I (or a friend or family member) hack it off with a buzz saw. my hair is too long when it's long enough for me to think about.
far from making me some burrhead redneck, this seems to be the going thing with compatriots of mine who think that caring about your hair makes you a girl, but cooking makes you manly. what is going on here? I genuinely look down on men who don't know how to at least make a decent stew, let alone bake their own biscuits, and likewise, a guy who spends more...scratch that, a guy who spends money on a haircut seems a little foofy to me. yet, at the same time, I, a former pacifist (and prime candidate for Ass Kicking Fodder), can't get enough of mixed martial arts combat on the small screen as I toil at the gym five days a week. I'm like the heterosexual Spartan version of Giada from the Food Network crossed with Bill Nye and Joe Hill. most people who share my politics piss me off because they aren't willing to start riots or bring back the black flag, yet at the same time I think people who manipulate giant puppets at protests just needs to shut up because they are feeding the beast.
so what the fuck am I? confused? post-manly? or some horrible market demographic that has yet to be tapped?