Manly man doing manly stuff.

[realexplodingcat]

Before becoming the father of a boy I never intentionally explored my masculinity. This should come as no surprise to those of you who have seen me intentionally wear women's clothing (usually on stage, in front of an audience, to maximize the humiliation). After my son was born, I grew a beard. That was just the beginning. I also bathe less, no longer listen attentively to my wife, and prefer the company of my lawn mower. To celebrate my son's birthday, I took the next step and bought a propane grill (I have to work my way up to charcoal, which is further up the masculine ladder beyond caber tossing).

It felt great cooking for the first time today. Open flames. Beautiful weather. Baby in one arm, hot poker in the other. Cayenne in the eyes. This is the stuff of which men are made. However, one thing struck me as very unmanly: cleaning the grill. Do you really need to clean the grill as thoroughly as the instructions describe? Cleaning isn't very manly (of course neither is reading the instructions), so I don't understand why grilling appeals to men. I'd rather clean a cast iron pot or a steel pan any day. So, what gives? Men of the world, how often do I need to clean my grill?

Comments

Babies ain't manly

[terrapingardens.livejournal.com]

Sorry, but you lost me on the manliness when you mentioned holding the baby while grilling. Dude, leave the rugrat with the women folk shucking the corn and fussing with the ... what do they call it...uhhh... froot? fruit? When you are done grilling your meat, walk away. When it's time to grill again, order your wife to clean the dammed thing... preferably with a toothbrush. You can't possibly have any cajones under that apron.

shit. Wife saw me typing this...

COMING DEAR!

Re: Babies ain't manly

[explodingcat.livejournal.com]

I love the make-up you're wearing in the user icon! Is it MAC or Sephora? Oh, I bet a manly man like you compounds his own!

Re: Babies ain't manly

[terrapingardens.livejournal.com]

I use whatever you let me borrow!