Little Boy Sh*t: On Masculine Insecurities and Survival Fantasies
When Other Men met The Small Bow.
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Over the weekend, I had one of those giggly riff sessions with three friends that energized the rest of my week. Before a screening of Sinners, we went around the table to assess what our skills would be in a post-apocalyptic society. I’ve hated answering this question as of late. It prompts too many doom-y Darwinian thoughts about how long I would last with the know-how I currently hold. If you’re relying on me to tell you which mushrooms in the wild to eat, you are screwed. Building shelter? My carpentry experience is limited to connecting Ikea furniture units and building Balsa wood towers in Cub Scouts. I might be able to start a fire as long as we have some dry cardboard and copies of something like Parade Magazine lying around. What can I offer? If the future needs storytellers or dating advice, I can certainly stand to compete, and I’ve got you in any round of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.
When I assess the survival skills I have to offer, I’m left wondering what the hell I’ve done with my life. It all makes me feel like a boy who snuck into a man’s body.
Another similar doom-y thinker is A.J. Daulerio of
. I’ve recently come across Daulerio’s work. It’s floored me. Recently, Daulerio shared an essay about this very topic and labeling these masculine pinches as little boy shit. What a perfect label.I encourage you to read the piece below.
Daulerio prompted men to share stories of the shit they’re afraid of. The answers were fascinating and calming to read. Daulerio and I chatted over a virtual coffee this month in the spirit of bonding over these Darwinian struggles. If you missed the chat, you’re in luck—I’ve got one hour of Daulerio’s delightful, raw, and cheeky commentary on masculine insecurities, recovery circles, why it’s hard to make friends with other parents, and what remains very Philly in his identity.
Thank you Elaine Almeida,
, , , and many others for tuning into this month’s chat with .AT THE BAR
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I’m working hard on the next iteration of Other Men, currently circling around the idea of a summer sabbatical to focus. Simply, I may keep it quiet here starting in June. We’ll see—for now, I’ll be back with more secrets and shares next week.
Adios, ciao ciao, byeeeeeeeee,
Mark✌🏼
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