Morning Dave!
It's not that I don't celebrate my own Man Day every day by tending to my desires, instead of to those of the women and children.
Nor do I consider myself some paragon of manhood--though by today's effeminized-man standards, I might actually qualify: I can drive a stick shift, work a chainsaw, enjoy relieving myself outside, and would never think of getting a vasectomy. (It's not that I wouldn't do anything for my wife--I love her more than life itself. But I don't want to be unfair to my future trophy wife. What if she wants kids?)
The reason I feel sorry for these mantards is the same reason I feel sorry for men's magazine writers, who on glossy pages filled with androgynous models and which smell like the inside of the Neiman Marcus perfume counter, write self-conscious manly-man articles giving man-tips to even less manly men under titles such as "The 75 Skills Every Man Should Master."
It's hard to imagine real men, like Jack Dempsey or Genghis Khan, reading up on how much cuff to show or how to "argue with a European without getting xenophobic or insulting soccer."