Illustrations by David Glick
Let us now praise men.
Men who fought wars. Men who won the big game. Men who launched record labels, married models, or took their companies public. Let us also praise real men—men who forgot to take the trash out, picked up the wrong fork, threw the cat out the second-story window, burped during dinner, slammed their 3-wood against the cart, and missed little Jaynie’s first dance recital.
Manhood: sometimes heroic, sometimes destructive, but never in doubt. Herewith, dear reader, we embark on a discourse about The Male. His agonies. His pursuits. His loves. His hates. Long looked upon as an organism unable to open up, we have pried, poked, and prodded, and discovered someone a little more complex than a goof-off who forgets to put the seat down.
If there’s a man in your household, and you think he’s from Mars, he may be. Something drives him. Something motivates him. Something steers him. Not that he’s wrong. He’s just a man.
