Posted on 07/23/2015 7:22:04 AM PDT by C19fan
I hate how much I love to grill. It’s not that I’m inclined to vegetarianism or that I otherwise object to the practice itself. But I’m uncomfortable with the pleasure I take in something so conventionally masculine. Looming over the coals, tongs in hand, I feel estranged from myself, recast in the role of suburban dad. At such moments, I get the sense that I’ve fallen into a societal trap, one that reaffirms gender roles I’ve spent years trying to undo. The whole business feels retrograde, a relic of some earlier, less inclusive era.
I take food prep a little too seriously, curtly brushing others out of the way when I step up to the kitchen counter. In my online dating days, I tried to spin this fault as a feature, describing myself as “a finicky, meticulous cook.” On reflection, I’m probably just kind of a jerk, but when I’m grilling I worry that I’ve become something even worse. Am I shoving others out of the way because it makes me feel like a man? Have I become some sort of monster?
(Excerpt) Read more at slate.com ...
Grills just wanna have fun....................
I think this one is tongue-in-cheek. It reads too much like very good satire.
Considering it is Slate I don’t think it is satire.
These people are whacko-cracko. It’s sad that so many of them control the levers of society.
Surprised that slate would let something stand that satires their positions like this.
This guy is a closet homosexual.
I suspect Slate didn’t get the point.....they must be just thinking the author is a metrosexual like the others at slate.
Sometimes a hotdog is just a hotdog.
Maybe Mao had it right and these bourgeois nancy boys need to go work in the fields to get things straightened out.
Need equal amount of time in the beer cooler as on the grill. Maybe more than equal. Stop thinking so much.
This poor fellow has absolutely no idea how completely he is entrapped—or the nature of the trap he’s caught in. He’s trapped in groupthink, denial, and hubris and is neither free thinking, liberal, nor intelligent enough to find his way out.
This poor fellow has absolutely no idea how completely he is entrapped—or the nature of the trap he’s caught in. He’s trapped in groupthink, denial, and hubris and is neither free thinking, liberal, nor intelligent enough to find his way out.
You bet. This is perhaps the best Satirical Prank I have ever seen.
John, check this out. If you can get a satirical piece into slate like this guy did, you will truly have arrived.
The narrator is trying to be an interesting guy, but he doesn’t have anything interesting to talk about - so he talks about this progressive feminist false-self system he has constructed.
It’s boring and pointless.
To the rest of you hillbillies out there - your old Pappy loves ya!
I think it is brilliant satire.
Whacko-cracko is the right word for it. And I agree.
Bets satire is often confused for serious. But...note to the Slate metrosexuals concerned: one tiny surgical procedure will remove all your offending maleness... might as well dudes(?), most of you clearly ain’t using them... so you won’t miss them. Then maybe the urge to grill and accompanying dangerous CO2 will wane?
beta bro wringing his hands over the prospect of some semblance of manliness without asking permission from his overly domineering ‘female partner’
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