I ran across something that scared me more than snakes.. even more than big spiders (and I’m really really scared of big spiders.. I mean, if I were to ever piss my pants, it wouldn’t be because of nuclear attack, it would be because of a big spider) - Manythose.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28527841/
That’s right… pantyhose for men. Am I alone in thinking that this metrosexual crap has now gone WAY too far??? Please tell me… I honestly don’t feel that by mocking male pedicures and mantyhose I am in any way whatsoever being “mister macho man” - there are certain things which separate a man from being a woman though. There are a few physical characteristics, such as .. well.. I don’t want this site to be shut down, so I’ll refrain from mentioning them, but hopefully our readers are sophisticated enough to know what they are - but there are more than physical characteristics. There are actions (like ballet) and words (like duvet) and there are also clothes which distinguish women from men - such clothing encompasses dresses and, until now, pantyhose. Changing the P to an M is not enough to make a man a man when wearing these.
Excuse me while I run away screaming before they come out with “mouses” - blouses for men.
Of all the things to do before I die, this was not previously on my list, but seeing this made me wonder what inspired him.
Maybe it was for 5 minutes of fame?
“Honey? I feel underappreciated by the guys at work, so I’m going to climb the walls of the palace naked and get some recognition, okay? Be back in 5-10 (years)”
Or… maybe it was out of boredom?
“Honey? I’m bored. Wanna go skinnydipping in the moat? What? Want me to go first to check for alligators? Okay, be back in 5-10 (years)”
Or… maybe he lost a bet?
“Honey, the guys at work bet I couldn’t pick my nose and rub my belly at the same time and I lost, so now I have to go jump in the palace moat. Be back in 5-10 (years)”
Or… maybe he’s just insane?
“Honey? (talking to the cat) I’m going to get us some meatloaf at the corner market and see if Spideyman can come for dinner too! Oh, and I might go take a bath! I hear there’s a real cool new pool by the palace! Be back in 5-10 (years)”
Or… maybe he wants to leave a legacy for his children?
“Honey? I haven’t done anything with my life and I’m worried that the children will be upset that I haven’t left a legacy for them. I’m going to do something amazing, media-captivating, blog-worthy so the kids will be able to say ‘that’s my dad!’ Be back in 5-10 (years)”
Which makes me wonder… what legacy am I leaving for my little girl? If I passed away today, would she be proud of anything that I have accomplished? Or better yet, what exactly HAVE I accomplished?
Things to ponder… over this long upcoming weekend… and hopefully I will have come up with a new game-plan - maybe a 5-year game-plan, God willing.
Is that David Coverdale from White Snake?! WOW!!!
“In the still of the night with my heart feelin’ heavy, tellin’ me I wanta go Ho oo oh oo ome!” Yah, White Snake Rocks!
I can feel my mullet growing back as I type! Suddenly I want to wear acid washed jeans and drive an Iroc Camaro!
A young man with a boxcutter was taken down on a T bus this weekend with police pepper spray. He wanted them to shoot him and the cause for his duress seemed to be depression.
I have a friend who talks of killing himself frequently. He even jokes about it with a female counterpart. He thinks making light of it is a good thing, might keep him from following through with the deed. Thing is, he is a father. He says that his daughter is the only thing keeping him alive as he doesn’t want her to be the girl whose father killed himself. He doesn’t want her to think that she wasn’t worth living for. But there are times when he is so low, that he doesn’t think clearly. Depression can make you do strange things, it fogs the mind. One night he told me that the only reason he didn’t give in to the temptation to end it is because he moved to a place with a shower stall and not a bathtub. He had it all planned in his mind, warm bath, sharp knife, classical music. Then he walked into the bathroom and remembered he no longer lived in an apartment with a tub.
I text him last night and asked what he was doing. He said “Looking on the internet for a sharp knife, mine are too dull.” I told him to shut up, but I knew he was telling me the truth.
But what do I do? Remind him of his daughter? That stalls the whole thing for only as long as he is thinking clearly. What about the days he’s no longer thinking clearly? What then? Pray I’m there? Thing is, I know he’s not asking for help. You hear that all the time. “Oh, this is his way of screaming for help.” You hear this especially for the poor soul who failed at his suicide attempt. But that’s not always the case.
He told me the other day he’s scared. Winter is usually his time of depression and it’s already this bad. What will happen then, when winter is fully set in?
I write this to remind you on your walk through life, some people aren’t waving. They’re drowning. And you may not be able to throw him a full lifesaver, but if there are enough little floatation devices around, like his daughter, then maybe when he’s not seeing clearly, he’ll be able to reach out and have a better chance of grabbing a floatation device and not the cold black water, pulling him down.
