7 Reasons

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  • 7 Reasons That Goats Should Stare at Men

    7 Reasons That Goats Should Stare at Men

    I’m sure we’re all familiar with the film, The Men Who Stare at Goats, which is based on the work of a secret psychic military unit.  But in that film they’re doing it wrong.  Men shouldn’t stare at goats.  Goats should stare at men.  It’s obvious.  Here are seven reasons why.

    The movie poster for the film, The Goats That Stare at Men

    1.  Men Are More Interesting Than Goats.  This it not universal, as anyone who’s ever seen the queue in a Homebase on a wet Thursday afternoon or viewed the bits between the sport on Sky Sports will testify, but generally, it is true.  After all, men build things; men wage war; men get drunk; and fall over; men morris dance.  Goats on the other hand, do not.  Goats stand; goats chew; goats stand some more; goats sit down.  That’s pretty much it as far as goats go.  If you want to know how relatively interesting goats and men are, just look at the internet.  The ratio of men to goats depicted online is 999999999999999999:1*.  The evidence is overwhelming.

    2.  It’s Less Dangerous For Them Than Staring At Women.  Anecdotal evidence suggests that, in the UK, you are more likely to be physically assaulted in a pub car park by an addled simpleton enquiring, “Are you staring at my bird?” than in any other circumstance.**   And this is a scenario that goats are just fundamentally ill-equipped to deal with.  Rather than diffusing the situation by calmly and rationally replying, “Yes, but in a curious, rather than a lecherous way.  Is her skin naturally that orange?  Did she apply her mascara with a spoon?  Shouldn’t someone be holding her hair back while she’s vomiting?” a goat would just stand there, being a goat.  If they stared at women, our pub car-parks and city centres would be full of hyper-aggressive drunkards punching goats every weekend to the soundtrack of “leave him Gary, he’s not worth it”.  No one wants that, except Gary.  And he’s an idiot.

    3.  Conscience.  In the modern secular age, where our notion of an all-knowing God and right and wrong are becoming ever more confused and blurred, we all need a little help and guidance every now and again.  And what better way to make men consider their actions than by having a goat stare at them.  After all, there are many, many things that you might conceivably do when alone that you would not do when a goat was looking at you.  These include:

    • Picking things.
    • Scratching things.
    • Rubbing things.
    • Pulling things.
    • Poking things.
    • Looking at things.
    • Other stuff with things.

    Could you look at pornography if a goat was staring at you?  No.  Could you pick the pocket of a nun if a goat were staring at you?  No.  Could you have sex with a goat if a goat were staring at you?  No.***  If goats stared at us, we’d live better lives.

    4.  Time-Saving.  If you’re a man you’re probably thinking, I won’t have time to look after a goat.  I have important things to do, I have trains to look at and pants to file and whatnot.  But you’d be wrong.  Your staring-goat would actually save you time as you’d never, ever need to mow the lawn again.  Nor, if you already do this, would you need to go and chew the local playing field for half an hour every day, your goat could do that for you too.  Being stared at by a goat is like being given the gift of time.

    5.  Education.  Goats will get something from the whole staring at men deal too.  They’ll learn from us.  After all, goats haven’t evolved or significantly changed their lifestyle since they first appeared on the planet (unless they evolved from geese, in which case, well done goats, do carry on).  By staring at men, they might learn to do something other than standing in a field and staring at men.  They might evolve to use tools, to walk upright, to tell time or even learn to read books, instead of eating them.  Goats will benefit.

    6.  Responsibility.  This is not universally the case, but many men lack a sense of responsibility and really only get one when fatherhood is thrust upon them.  But being the keeper of a staring goat would engender that sense of responsibility.  After all, there’s nothing like having to feed something, teach it right and wrong (not to butt the television except when East Enders is on, not to gore the cat with its horns etc) to make you realise that you have other things to think about than whether your shoes are a slightly different colour to each other, or whether the light on the floor varies significantly over the 15cm gap between them causing them to appear different…Nope, it’s the light.  Right, where was I?  Oh yes, and the ladies will love you when they see you tenderly strapping your goat into the back of the car before setting off on journeys.  They’ll see you as potential breeding material, so you’ll be more sexually successful.  Though you will have to perform with a goat staring at you, good luck with that.

    7.  Trains.  Men – despite the Clint Eastwood/John Wayne/Buster Keaton strong, silent stereotypes – are gregarious social creatures for whom being alone can lead to loneliness, and that lack of socialization can in turn lead to eccentricity, outright weirdness and a penchant for trains.  The company of a staring goat would prevent men becoming lonely and developing strange habits, which would eventually lead to the demise of trainspotting as a pastime.  It would probably also lead to the end of model aeroplane building and World of Warcraft, so bring on the goats, I say.  Oh, and please send my next-door neighbour his first, as the sounds of his model trains are audible in my loft at night.  And they interfere with me cataloguing my button collection.****

    *This figure is made up.  I don’t have time to count the internet just to illustrate that men are represented there in a far larger number than goats.

    **It’s interesting to note that no one, ever, in the history of drink-fuelled, envy-inspired, pub car-park assaults has commenced proceedings by uttering the phrase, “Are you staring at my fiancé?”

    ***It would be the wrong way round, for a start.

    ****This is untrue.  I wrote it for comedic effect, please, please, please do not send us any correspondence about buttons.  No buttons.  No!

  • 7 Reasons You Don’t Feel Like a Real Man

    7 Reasons You Don’t Feel Like a Real Man

    Society has a very rigid idea of what constitutes masculinity.  Often, our definitions of what is masculine are rooted in the conventions and gender roles of the past, something which makes them unachievable ideals rather than anything tangible, or real, to aspire too.  Despite knowing this though, sometimes you feel that you don’t quite measure up.  Here are seven reasons that you don’t feel like a real man.

    French (France) rugby player Sebastien Chabal in his pants holding a baby.  It's possibly his lunch.

    1.  You use moisturiser.  Using moisturiser doesn’t feel manly.  It’s very good at keeping your skin soft and preventing the premature aging of the skin, but it’s not manly.  I once moisturised my face, exited the bathroom (which my wife then entered) and tried to open the bedroom door.  I couldn’t, as my hands were slick from the moisturiser and I couldn’t grip the doorknob.  I was trapped outside the bedroom for five minutes.  “This never happened to the captain of the Titanic”, I remember thinking, as I waited for my wife to rescue me.  Real men don’t use moisturiser.

    2.  Facial hair.  Real men – Victorian men – sported impressive and elaborate facial hair.  Who, apart from Daniel Day-Lewis and Sebastien Chabal, can even grow such magnificent face furniture today?  Certainly no one at this website – the best we can manage are a sparse ginger moustache and a slightly less sparse – but still bloody ginger – beard.  Modern men also trim their facial hair too much.  Real men have natural and wild facial hair – not prissy, neat goatees (and you should never, ever trust a man with a neat beard.  Noel Edmonds has a neat beard).  Real men do not have neat beards.  Real men have substantial, flowing beards that are the same colour as their head-hair.  Real men probably don’t even have scissors.  In fact, real men probably eat scissors.

    3.  Coffee.  Coffee is an amazing beverage and real men drink it.  What real men don’t do, however, is go into Starbucks and order a venti soy-hazelnut-vanilla-cinnamon-white-mocha-choca-latte with caramel and an extra shot of espresso.  Real men drink their coffee black, from tin mugs around a fire – or some sort of black-lead-coal-stove-thing with flames and a chimney – and the stronger and viler tasting the coffee is, the better.  Also, real men don’t drink their coffee from cups – even if that is the only receptacle that fits into their espresso maker properly – and they don’t have a muffin with it.  Not blueberry; not zucchini-walnut.  Real men have no muffin.

    4.  Pain.  Real men shrug off pain.  Pain isn’t good – it’s er…well…painful – and it can be undignified.  It especially hurts when you’re plucking the middle of your eyebrow to pluralise it.  That sort of pain is reasonably manageable though.  Real pain, however, can only dealt with by real men.  I injured my knee last year (in a very manly way – up a mountain).  The next day, when I woke up, it really hurt.  As I climbed out of bed and put weight on it I suddenly – and quite unexpectedly – shrieked “I yi yi yi yi”, in the manner of Carmen Miranda.  Real men don’t react that way to pain; Sir Ranulph Twisleton-Wykeham-Fiennes chopped his own fingers off with a fretsaw in his shed to save himself a six-thousand pound surgeons bill.  I bet he didn’t shriek “I yi yi yi yi” like Carmen Miranda – or like anyone else.  Never mind exhorting men complaining of pain to “man-up”, they should be told to Fiennes-up (I’m really hoping that will catch on).

    5.  Décor.  You actually care about what the inside of your own home looks like and have an opinion about it too.  You have even bought Laura Ashley toile-patterned sheets in both red and blue, because they look nice.  Do real men care about soft-furnishings?  Did Douglas Bader rearrange the cushions on his sofa and extinguish the scented candles before going off to beat the Germans without his legs?  No he bloody didn’t.  Real men don’t spend their time cocking about with flock-wallpaper and vases.  Nor do they have a set of Le Creuset pans.  Real men don’t even need legs.

    6.  Pets.  Real men have real pets – parrots, cats or reasonably-sized dogs.  What they don’t have are little dogs that you can put in a bag or rodents, budgies, rabbits, guinea pigs, chinchillas, snakes or fish.  They certainly don’t have fish.  You can tell a real man by the way he interacts with his pet.  No real man names his pet Fluffykins or Pookles.  Real men give their pets sensible names.  Real men also address their pets properly, rather than clicking at them or making baby-noises.  They address them as if they were a visiting chum:

    “So Mr Prendegast, the sun has just passed the yard-arm, what would you say to a spot of brandy?  What’s that Mr Prendegast?  You’re a cat and you don’t drink brandy?  Oh I see.  Would you settle for some biscuits and a rub under the chin?  I’m glad.  There’s a good chap.”

    That’s how a real man talks to a pet – like an equal.  Real men don’t address pets as if they were idiots, or children.  They don’t dress them up in clothes or put them in bags.  The only time a real man carries a pet is when he wants to put it outside so that it can chase something.  He certainly doesn’t give his pet chocolate-drops or a hug.  Or give anyone a hug, for that matter.

    7.  You are a woman.  Women don’t feel like real men.  They don’t even feel like pretend men.  They feel warm and soft.  They sound like this:

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