Category: Opinion

This isn’t going to be one of those bitter tirades against Wal-Mart. If you’re looking for angry rants about the evils of corporate America, then pick up almost any newspaper or magazine on any given day. Cities and towns across the nation constantly make headlines by attempting to prevent the building of another Wal-Mart.

Over the course of our acquaintance, every single one of my close male friends has found themselves at some point or another in a place I shall henceforth deem “the danger zone.”

This has nothing to do with Tom Cruise in aviator sunglasses. In fact, a “Top Gun” runway with a fighter jet hurtling toward you at 180 to 200 mph might even be safer than the zone I refer to.

While the ever prevailing image of the “plaid-clad,” mustachioed brawny man may be gone (as he has “cleaned up his act” since the late ’90s), manly men still exist. Where did they go? They were forced out of society. They were nearly rendered extinct by politically correct thugs.

In the heat of the upcoming midterm election, it appears political propaganda is omnipresent. The left and right have become so polarized and inundated with taxes, the war and sex scandals that many important issues such as environmental policy are frequently overlooked.

As far as college goes, boring classes are the bane of a student’s existence. When the last thing you want to do is go to classes, a boring course seems like the biggest waste of time ever.

There are usually three reasons why a certain class is unentertaining.

Long gone are the days of plaid-clad lumberjacks and truck drivers. The extinct breed of manly men has since been replaced by squeaky-clean pretty boys and finely groomed so-called “metrosexuals.”

During the brief two decades of my life, I have watched the disappearance of an era that once idolized the brawny, mustached detective, Magnum P.

Batman has Robin. Woody has Buzz Lightyear. Johnny Carson had Ed McMahon. To each man, their counterpart was not just there to fight crime, fight for stuffed animal rights, or to yell ridiculously loud but they were there for one other reason: to be the wingman.