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January 3, 2019

Can someone please explain to me what all this Toxic Masculinity hoopla is about?  I’ve always considered myself to be somewhere on the intelligence scale between Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein.  Well, except for a few minor details such as I suck at math and stuff.  Every time I hear the term Toxic Masculinity I scratch my head, making my hair look exactly like Einstein’s—a notable similarity.

I for one, want a big strong man around to kill spiders and smoosh mice with a broom.  Luckily my man is confident enough in his masculinity not to push me off the chair I’m standing on and screech until I do the deed.

My man is comfortable enough in his own skin to cry in sad movies one minute and chop enough wood for winter the next.  Okay, maybe not the wood, but he does look great in his plaid flannel lumberjack shirt, axe over his shoulder, muscles flexing, stubble on his chin…  he-hemmmmm…  back to my point.  He can chop the crap out of those stubborn roseb...

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