Beware: possible misogyny ahead...
I come from New Zealand where men are men and sheep are girls*. At least, I wish the first part were true. In a world of shifting values and rampant emasculation I cast my net of manliness out across the four corners of the earth and often as of late find my catches wanting. Am I the last man left?
We are the lost boys, "young men stuck in neutral", children in mens bodies forever clinging to our sophomoric antics and nostalgic sheened pasts, afraid that the throes of modern adulthood may one day swallow us up entirely. Alternatively we may assimilate into the feminine imperative adopting traits of the fairer sex, ignoring our proud heritage. The blood of monkeys runs in these veins (and testosterone through my balls). Can we not be equal and different. The anima is not the animus or vice versa. I am a man's man. I will conquer. I will create. I will destroy. As soon as I finish this level of Call of Duty.
I am not a man because of what I am (a disappointment). I am a man because I ask the question: What is manliness?
*stole this line from someone, can't remember who