Masculinity

THIS DESERVES PASSING ON! #EVOLVETHEDEFINITION

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There’s a difference between wisdom and arrogance. There’s a difference between persuading and Machiavellian. There’s a difference between astute and reckless. There’s a big difference between a baboon and being human. Let’s not lose these distinctions gentlemen. “Refined and civilized” has a much brighter future than brutish and uncouth. Is this really so hard to understand? Men, must we step-up (again) to teach and defend human decency?

The men’s fashion company, Bonobos takes one of the earliest steps in this 1:30 promo for a gender-responsible organization to reverberate a more accepting, broader, and diverse representation of what it means to evolve masculinity. What are your thoughts ladies and gentlemen?

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Live Well — Love Much — Laugh Often — Learn Always

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Baby, I So Got This!

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I fear no Kryptonite!

I fear no Kryptonite!

“Girlfriend’s Liability Release Clause:  Terms of male service are subject to change or fail miserably when the male brain-fart is prevalent and unavoidable.

There is a widely used misconception by “High-Testosterone” heterosexual Alpha males that they will perform euphoric miracles with their spouse/significant-other, if she allowed another woman to join them in the bed.  These men (myself included) will greatly OVER-SHOOT expectations if she allows more than another woman but also — in his wild dream-state — 2 or 3 more hot women to join… knowing this one-in-a-million opportunity may never present itself again!  I have fallen into this self-designed trap before.

After my partner gave me two explicit directions of how to please her, as well as the other women so that everybody has a memorable time, I assured her “Baby, I so got this.

Little did I know that what I had been told many times throughout my High-T life — that men’s blood flows in only one direction — was so embarrassingly true.  As the heat of the moment increased, my brain cells were drained of blood by one single selfish organ, and I couldn’t remember, much less focus on, what I was supposed to do when everyone’s clothes came off.  After some time the women were whispering to each other a little frustrated “Can we get rid of the guy?

homer-dohLiability Release Clause kicks in….brain-farting by said male is in early onset!

The moral of this High-T brain-dead moment?

Men, our own fantasies are rarely based in reality:  we are not the best multi-taskers contrary to our sometimes rather large egos, even when we are given a simple directional map drawn in crayons by our hopeful, patient, loving spouses/SO’s.  Delusions of grandeur get the best of us.

The women are the Queens of multi-tasking, hands down.

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