Real Men are Pro-Life

I don’t take any pro-choice man seriously.

In fact, pro-choice men make my skin crawl.

They sicken me.

A man who is willing to have sex with a woman but not take responsibility for his actions is no man at all. Think about it. A guy gets a woman to sleep with him. He gets her pregnant and instead of being a man about it he convinces her to get an abortion. A procedure that destroys his child and creates massive damage to the mother. Physically, emotionally and spiritually. As long has he gets his rocks off he doesn’t care that his partner will forever be scarred by the abortion.

If a man is willing to have sex with a woman he should at least have the decency to discourage them from having an abortion and seriously damaging herself.

Now, a man can’t physically stop a woman from killing his unborn child, but he can certainly create an environment where she sees having the baby as real option. He can pay for everything, take her to the appointments and if she doesn’t want the baby he can step up and be a single Dad.

It’s your duty.

Remember, if you get a woman pregnant and encourage her to abort the baby, you’ve literally killed a baby so you could have sex.

Real men don’t kill babies for sexual pleasure.

They also don’t hide behind a “a woman’s right to choose.” Men don’t get to “choose” to kill someone, and neither do women. No one does. And just because you pretend that all the pro-abortion rhetoric is true doesn’t mean it is.

It isn’t.

If you’re man enough to have sex, you’re man enough to take care of the baby that you make.

Be a man. Be pro-life.


Silly Shirts and Sillier People

Can we be adults for just a minute?

Human scientists landed a spacecraft on a speeding comet. I’m no scientist, but apparently it’s like jumping off of one speeding bullet to land on another. It’s incredible. A scientist named Matt Taylor landed the Philae craft on the Comet Rosetta. It’s a major human accomplishment. As a species, we should be celebrating.

Except, Matt Taylor wore a his lucky and kitschy bowling shirt with cartoon women in various states of undress.

Suddenly, the feminist universe exploded and overshadowed this incredible scientific achievement.

Now, I could go over the ridiculous nature of this complaint. Talk about how feminists constantly complain about being judged for what they wear and here they are doing just that. But I want to focus on something a little different.

The supposed purpose of Feminism is to create equality between men and women. We can talk about that all day, but for now let’s say that we want that and it’s an achievable goal. In this case, let me give you a little insight on men, something that the feminists may not know:

Men don’t get offended over shirts. And if they do, they let it go. Real men are worrying about things far more important than someone’s poor taste in style.

Everyday I see people wearing offensive shirts. Whether it’s Che, the hammer and sickle or some stupid thing they saw Miley Cyrus wear.

And you know what?

Who cares?

There’s so many real and important things going on in real life that real people have to worry about that a shirt doesn’t even ping on the radar.

If feminists want equality with men and respect, they can’t be delicate enough that a shirt ruins their day. Men don’t get to be delicate. We have to deal with real issues.

I don’t believe in pointing problems out without bringing forward a solution, so here’s my solution for delicate feminists: focus on things that can actually hurt women.

Example: Female Genital Mutilation.

The UN estimates 140 Million girls have had their genitals mutilated. The practice is barbaric and horrific. They use rusty, dull blades to scrape away the parts of a woman’s genitals that feel sexual pleasure. It’s supposed to safeguard women against lustful thoughts and maintain their virginity. It’s happening more and more in the West too. I don’t need to go through the barbarism of this practice. We all know this is bad. [Update] If you’d like to learn more or donate to a group that works to save girls from being mutilated check out Plan Canada]

So I put this to the delicate feminists out there: If you want to be taken seriously, stop worrying about silly shirts and start worrying about things that actually matter.

Lumbersexuals, Metrosexuals and Manliness

Over the last few days there’s been a fair amount of talk over this new classification of men called “Lumbersexuals.”

You may ask yourself, what is a “Lumbersexual”? Do I even want to know? Let me enlighten you.

Apparently a Lumbersexual is someone who dresses in flannel or plaid, has a beard and seems very manly. The original article posted at Gear Junkie here.

According to them:

“Today, the metrosexual is a disappearing breed being quickly replaced by men more concerned with existing in the outdoors, or the pseudo-outdoors, than meticulous grooming habits.He is bar-hopping, but he looks like he could fell a Norway Pine.He looks like a man of the woods, but works at The Nerdery, programming for a healthy salary and benefits. His backpack carries a MacBook Air, but looks like it should carry a lumberjack’s axe. He is the Lumbersexual.”

So the Lumbersexual is essentially the style pendulum swinging from effeminate metrosexual to the hyper masculine lumbersexual. Now let me tell you why this is all ridiculous.

Full disclosure, I have a great beard and I wear plaid and plaid flannel when it gets cold out. This isn’t some new trend with me. I’ve been able to grow a full beard since highschool. When I was playing football I liked to have a beard because it made the chinstrap on my helmet more comfortable. Plus, nothing says manly like playing on the line with a full beard. You may as well be wrestling with your pet sabretooth tiger.

Anyways, I eventually had to shave my beard for various jobs I got to pay for my education. Plus, my prom date hated and probably still hates facial hair. After I got a new job and a lady friend that appreciated facial hair I was all about it. As far as the plaid flannel goes, I live in Alberta. ‘Nuff said.

This doesn’t make me a “Lumbersexual”.

It makes me a man. I know what I wanted and what I wanted to put out into the world. This is who I am and what I look like. Barring some other life circumstances I will likely have a beard and be wearing plaid when my grandchildren visit me. This is who I am.

All this metrosexual/lumbersexual stuff is nonsense. They’re just labels being attached to styles for people who want to be hip and with it. For the rest of us, we look how we want to look because it makes us feel like ourselves and it makes us feel powerful. When I walk down the street, I feel good about myself because I know I look good. I take pride in my appearance. I’ve known many men who would fall into either the lumbersexual or metrosexual label but weren’t those. They were just themselves. They gave off the image of a man who knew who he was. They didn’t label themselves anything other than who they were. For example, a friend of mine I worked with, he was probably more on the metrosexual side. He was meticulously groomed, probably used skin creams or whatever, but when you looked at him, he wasn’t metrosexual. He was Kevin. A good man.

I’ve also seen some commentators talking about some weird “beard culture” privilege whatever. It’s all non-sense. Stop trying to fit into these culturally empty labels and take pride in yourself.

Real men aren’t going to get caught up in these labels or trends because they don’t care about being a  part of the pack. They figure out who they are and live it. Being authentic to yourself has always been a timeless style.