Well it’s almost spring and that means one thing. Grilling season. For other men like me this is a good time to be a man. There is nothing more gratifying to me than inviting a few friends over and having “man time” around a grill. It’s where men can be men, and I don’t think my wife or I would have it any other way. During the hibernation (winter) months, having friends over isn’t as fun. The difference is space. During the summer months us guys can be outside while my wife and her friends can be somewhere else. During the winter months we’re all stuck inside and it’s much harder to keep two conversations going.
In my family, my wife generally has rein over indoor cooking spaces, but when it comes to outdoor cooking, it’s my turf. It’s been a symbol of manhood over many generations. I couldn’t have been prouder when my dad showed me how to grill. Since then I couldn’t wait until I had a family of my own so I could carry on the tradition.
Like everything else in our society, the manly grilling experience has been watered down. Thanks to the continual pussification of the male species, men have been giving up their duties and allowing women to take over. Here is an example:
During the fall last year a friend of mine asked me to come over for a cookout. Once a few of his friends showed up we immediately made our way to the grill. After helping him get the charcoal into the grill, we waited for the fire to light up to the heavens. A few minutes later his wife came up to my friend and told him to step away. He looked puzzled, and she grabbed the lighter fluid out of his hand and told him to go inside and make the salad. I watched in amazement as he put his head down and walked away. She looked at us and said “why don’t you guys go inside and help. I have wine coolers!”. Not knowing what to do I looked at the other guys around the grill. They were as shocked as I was! I shook my head and sat down on my cooler.
Men need to grill. It’s nature. We’re hunters and women are gathers. I have nothing against women. I’m married to one and my mother is one. Grilling is a time that men can hang out with other men and play with fire. If we lose this what do we have left? Braiding each others ass hair? Please don’t let it get to that…