One For The Burly Menfolk

Hard pass.

I’m sure that’ll be the talk of the lumber jack convention.

I call BS on these millennials with the body adornments, they are only playing at it until they get one of these jobs done.

His Pretty Nails
New tag! Also band name.

…I doubt it’s going to flare up like the Giant Vaginas did…
Let us pray that Brexit hasn’t disrupted the supply of ointment, just in case.

The only compliment I want to hear from ladies is, “well, I wouldn’t mind sitting on that.

Remember what they used to say about guys with tongue piercings back in the 90s.

Now I’m wondering how high on the list of desirable male attributes painted nails are.
Very low down, I assume, but still above severely plucked and shaped eyebrows.

So here’s a thing that occurred at work at lunch yesterday…I’m the old guy at 57. Most everyone else is Gen X and Millennial. The talk about movies rarely goes back before 1990, so the discussion is usually limited to comic book hero stuff and a lot of other stuff I don’t have much interest or much to say about. But I’m good with Batman or Tarantino stuff so I kinda stay in the conversation. But yesterday the topic got somewhat close to westerns (I think someone accidentally mentioned John Wayne) and I mentioned some that I liked. Crickets. Some limited “Oh, yeahs” from the X-ers but mostly just to The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly and Magnificent Seven (with the obligatory hipster “you know that was ripped from The Seven Samuri“). But even mention of other (formerly) well known ones like True Grit or Once Upon A Time In The West or John Ford/John Wayne stuff, crickets. One seemed rather proud that she had never seen a John Wayne movie. So then I segued to WWII movies like The Great Escape or, searching for something a little more wry, Kelly’s Heroes. Nuttin’. OK, some oh yeah’s with TGE and of course the modern-ish tongue-in-cheek thing Brad Pitt did (forget the name right now). But good strong male hero movies with some sort of realistic-ish narrative to it? Blank stares.
So guys getting their fingernails done? Yeah. That’s some high-T stuff for today’s world. Because MAN-icure. Bro. But I don’t blame the X-ers or the Millennials as much as us Boomers. We’re the ones who denigrated the male hero. There’s a sub-set of boomers who encouraged this, nurtured this. I fear it is going to take a very existential threat on a broad front to turn our culture (which is upstream from politics) around.

Now I’m wondering how high on the list of desirable male attributes painted nails are.
Not on my list anywhere.

Kyle has obviously never taken a punch to the face. When that day arrives, I’m really hoping somebody gets it on camera (though I’m hoping the blood doesn’t obscure his amazing nail art!).

But I don’t blame the X-ers or the Millennials as much as us Boomers.
I’m not completely unsympathetic to your point, but there’s plenty of blame to go around. As a young boomer who was what we must laughingly call ‘educated’ by 68-ers and older boomers, I can’t say I’ve ever felt myself to be in a position of privilege, either financial, political or cultural. (In a perverse way I’m almost glad that my teachers were so incompetent: they weren’t even up to indoctrinating us, so we emerged uneducated rather than miseducated.) The thing I find hard to excuse in people of any age is an absence of intellectual (or cultural) curiosity. My sense is that this has increased: obviously this hasn’t been helped by the stultifying nature of education, but individuals do have to bear some responsibility too.

I’m the old gal at 65 (yea! I’m retired!)
[ Fetches Darleen’s comfy chair and footstool. Also a large gin and tonic. ]

… what the CIA has told us that they were…
Indeed, I clearly remember Solzhenitsyn writing in “One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich” about spending his living wage for vodka and caviar during his conjugal visits. I also remember clear as day the West German de-nazification concentration camps.

“de-nazification”
On the one hand, we have over ten million war casualties, the near-total destruction of a continent and the extermination of six million “undesirables.” On the other hand, we have a couple of dozen guys with tiki torches, a plague of Twitter frogs, and a bunch of cranky old farts who insist that no matter how mixed-up, muddled-up and shook-up this world may be, Lola is still a man.
I can totally see how equal treatment of the two groups is appropriate. Who could argue with logic like that?

That just screams masculinity.

Another handy guide to the Labour Party:
https://www.cobdencen tre.org/2020/01/labour-and-the-gulag-the-labour-partys-record-of-support-for-totalitarian-socialism/
Also explains the Stalinist stylings of young Kyle, waxing eloquent on the halcyon days of the soviet gulag.

Another handy guide to the Labour Party
I’ve lost track of the number of leftists who have tried to persuade me over the years that the Labour Party is not at all Stalinist in its tendencies.

Intersectionality’s intellectual flaws translate into moral shortcomings. Importantly, it is blind to forms of harm that occur within identity groups… It does not recognise instances in which the arrow of harm runs in the “wrong” direction—a black man committing an anti-Semitic hate crime, for instance… Intersectionality… operates as a master formula by which social status is doled out. Being black and queer is better than just being black or queer, being Muslim and gender non-binary is better than being either one on its own, and so forth. By “better,” I mean that people are more excited to meet you, you’re spoken of more highly behind your back, and your friends enjoy an elevated social status for being associated with you.

Coleman Hughes, here.

“And if your speech is calling for the elimination of people based on race or gender or religious – like, for whatever reason, things that people can’t change […]”
Heresy detected. Cancellation imminent.

That Thatcher “stole” the milk.
Heh. Was at a barbeque party attended by a couple of Brits. He was a physicist and a beer brewing expert, she was…kinda annoying. So for whatever reason, and I generally avoid such things but someone else brought it up…the 2016 election was looming and I do remember now that Marco Rubio had somehow slipped into the discussion. Anyway, as certain aspects of British politics intrigue me, specifically how some very rational and I might even say ‘conservative’ Brits whom I have known or met were Labor (and tangentially Lib-Dem also often befuddles me) or at the least anti-Tory (which I somewhat understand), I engaged in the discussion. In the opposite manner that familiarity breeds contempt, my two favorite politicians anywhere ever are Sir Winston and Saint Maggie T. I even have a tea tin of Sir Winston on display atop my kitchen cabinets. No way in hell I’d even have Saint Ronnie or Mr. Donnie T up there, but Sir Winston…well…but I digress. I happen to mention how much I admired “the problem with socialism is running out of other people’s money” Thatcher and I got blind-sided by the milk thing. To hear this woman rant, you’d think Maggie was running around pissing in every kid’s morning cheerios. The huge damage that socialism/flirting with socialism had done to pre-Thatcher UK she seemed to consider irrelevant or even oblivious to. I was the ‘ignorant’ one for not knowing (much) about the silly milk thing.

Do men even wear cuff links anymore?
Yes, but in their ears.

No, try this.

I wonder why my closing tag didn’t?
Because Trump. Or, if you’re in the UK, Boris.

Heh. Maggie was before my time. I don’t believe my parents had even met when she left office. The first PM I was aware of was Blair. And I’m perfectly happy to blame him.