 I 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.
| This really is the whole attitude of progressives summed up in one statement. They hate everything, especially themselves so they have to destroy everything. |
If the self-loathing they display could be confined it'd be like going to a zoo and watching the monkeys. The problem is that these fools want to spread their misery to everyone. They're downright evangelical about that...
Update: Ace has the kind of fisking that we should have done. |
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