Larry’s Take on Peavey’s Self Improvement
Let’s start by saying that nobody will ever be impressed by Peavey’s backyard. It’s about 5 feet from his back door to his property line, then there’s a fence with dogs that used to belong to Michael Vick just waiting for the chance to rip you limb from limb. Seriously, if you aim right, you can kill all of Peavey’s grass with one good shot of round up.
My backyard will never impress either since I may as well be trying to clean up Stalingrad circa 1944 all by myself minus all the dead bodies of course. On top of this, my idea of yard clean up is drinking beer, while a giant bonfire does the hard work.
But I guess the biggest difference between the guy in the magazine and guys like Peavey and myself is not what activities we choose to pursue in order to better ourselves or our lives, and it’s not really even how we choose to dress, although you can tell from the plad shorts, the sockless maroon loafers, and the cleanly shaved legs that this man is a metrosexual reject and probably a closet suburbanite homosexual. Fine, to each his own. The difference is that people like Peavey and Larry decide what they want to do in order to improve their lives. Guys like the flaming male model douche bag allow their peers, the media, and most importantly….popular culture to dictate to them what their priorities are going to be.
Guys like him clean up the back yard because currently, his guests would probably not be impressed. Guys like me clean up the back yard because we decide that we want to clean up the yard. And you know what? If I invite guests over, and they’re not impressed simply because they’ve stepped on a rusty nail or somehow embedded a fist-sized hunk of glass into their skin, so what? Cheer up! There’s an ice-cold beer in the refrigerator to help dull the pain.
Manliness 1
Metrosexuality 0
March 12th, 2008 at 1:19 pm
God, I hope we get to make some more of those bonfires this summer. I need that man time away from life and the wife.