Male Feminist Writes That He Hates to Grill Because it’s so ‘Conventionally Masculine’
Move over, Pajama Boy. There’s a new progressive vying for the title of America’s most pathetic and emasculated male.
A writer named Jacob Brogan recently penned this column for Slate:
I’m a feminist. I’m a dude. And I hate that I love to grill.
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?
The article has to be read to be believed.
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