Just Manly Things

[Anonymous 11]

A thread one of you cats posted to that brain sapping “Just Girly Things” site has inspired me this morning sans photo, of course.

Letting your Labrador lick your pan clean after cooking breakfast makes me feel so special.

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My father does something even better than that.  He shares his meals with his dog:  one serving for himself and one for his critter, the latter going so far as to lick the plate clean.

 

One of my “just manly” things is to have something I’m working on (e. g., a computer or a piece of radio equipment) disassembled and in pieces on my table, parts and tools all over the place.

 

[Anonymous 11]

Good one QVT.

I’m going to add another inspired by you that I’m guilty of quite often. I even had an ex girlfriend stop over to visit and she laughed about it. I also do the computer parts on the kitchen counter thing too.

The feeling of freedom when you keep your mechanics tools and car parts in your kitchen.

[ZeroParticipant 38]

Pushing your reloading supplies to one side of the table so you can eat #Justmanlythings

[Anonymous 42]

Anonymous wrote:

The feeling of freedom when you keep your mechanics tools and car parts in your kitchen.

Hey Pig, good thread, I’ll start with my downstairs bathroom, filled to the ceiling with brand new OEM 1950 MG-TD parts, My attic is filled with antique pedal cars, tractors, and scooters, my garage upstairs is filled with amc-amx-parts, and the MG body and parts disassembled. My basement filled with sheet-metal equipment, and my garage filled with welders, and tools of every imaginable sort, My bedroom and living room has large RC airplanes and a heli. I have a motorized 1933 Pontiac pedal car with suspension, differential, and F-R transmission “my own creation” parked in the living-room. I’m even thinking about mfg, my own ultra lite aircraft with 60lb extruded polystyrene and carbon fiber, a high power to weight ratio, and minimized drag, I’ve drafted many different designs. These are only toys and I don’t love them, I don’t get upset when paint gets scratched, or things get broken, I figure it’s all junk anyway! I had a model airplane dubbed “flying garbage”, it flew good, and I s~~~ you not, it was made from garbage; cardboard wing, pringles potato chip can fuselage, and plastic coca-cola bottle for the empennage, It flew good until it went out of range and decided to battle a tree (low bat)I could go on, and on. I like creating things,

P.S. I have poodles, and yes they do lick my plate. I’ve always had poodles, I use to breed them.

[Anonymous 11]

Awesome MG-Tower most manly of you!

I’ve got a sea kayak as the center piece of my decor in my living room too. The wenches hate it.

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MG-Tower:

 

My bedroom’s more like a giant storage closet than a place to sleep.  I’ve got books, journals, stacks of DVDs and videocassettes, radio antennas, old computer equipment, and boxes full of salvaged electronic parts.  What’s not to like about that?

 

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CP:

 

In addition to having all those bits and pieces spread out all over the place is the freedom to work on it dressed only in my undies if I want to.  It’s hard to top that!

 

[Anonymous 11]

QWV: It sure beats the stench of potpourri and having useless throw pillows all over the bed.

My personal bedroom is full of guitars and tube amps,kayak paddles,fishing rods and a weight bench workout area. Another bedroom has been converted into a server room and tech work bench area with various computers and parts stacked against the walls along with even more guitars in storage.

I do keep my bathrooms, floors, cooking area, and dishes all tidied up though.

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CP:

 

Who needs a “man cave” when we’ve got bedrooms like that, eh?

 

[RoyDalParticipant]

I do all these things, except:

• my storage rooms are the guest bedrooms
• my plate licker is a Doberman.

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[Governor Megachris%Participant 3584]

I wish I had time to tidy up things.  I’m usually so worn out by the end of the work day (and even the work week) that I feel so worn afterward.  When I first moved into my place in April last year, I made sure everything stayed spotless.  The woman I was seeing at the time “needed” to move in with me as she was having issues with her family…guess what happened to my “spotless” place then.  Some things to factor in:  I work 7:30 or 8 to 6.  She was around my apartment more than I was.  She had me get her 2 cats (though she swears I picked one of them).  When she left in November, I was left with these cats.  Since she left in November, it’s looked like a warzone ever since.  Any slight cleanup I do, the cats destroy again.  Needless to say, it’s driven me quite insane.

[Anonymous 11]

@Megachris%:

I learned this trick from an older Turkish woman many years ago. Even if you can just put 10 or 15 minutes into a cleaning task, the effects of it accumulate over time. I’ll just ID something that I need to do and spend that 10 or 15 minutes on it.

I’ve got a roommate who is a f~~~ing total slob, and I’m losing ground now myself due to him. He dumped coconut oil down the drain once. WARNING: Do not ever do that!! I recently had to spend 20 minutes dealing with a pot where he left a burnt rice present for me to find at 5:30AM. I told him if he ever does that to me again I’m going to force him to clean it so he’ll know how it feels. He absolutely cannot cook. I have since tossed my entire rice supply in the trash as a preventative measure as I don’t eat a lot of carb rich food, and he’s a carb freak. Now, he just cooks his Ramen noodles which he seems to be able to manage w/o screwing the pooch.

God, I feel like a woman for even saying the above, but I’m the SOB who has to fix things as I own the house.

[Governor Megachris%Participant 3584]

I don’t think you sound like a woman.  I think you sound like a logical MAN.  If there’s anything I’ve experienced, unless a woman learned from her father, they’re hardly ever clean or organized.

I’m hoping to mass-clean tonight when I get off of work, if I don’t have any other plans, and if I don’t feel wiped out from this busy work day.

[Anonymous 11]

Thanks Megachris%, I was being sarcastic on that one a little too.

Actually, my mom turned me into the no food filth freak as her mom did to her. My Dad used to be up everyone’s ass about staying organized though as you pointed which is why I keep my tools organized and get bent when they are not. He would let me use his tools, but if I did not put them back as they were it was my ass, literally. I still have his tools too. Men who know me also will lend me their tools as they know they will see them again in good shape so I benefit there too.

My mom once left town for a week with 17 year old CPig there all alone as my father had passed away a few years earlier. The parties I threw are still spoken of today by those who attended them. Upon arrival back home, she found a mountain of filthy crusted dishes. She went off on me like MG-Tower does full thermonuclear. She still would bitch about it on occasion until she died. Ever since then, I’ve kept my eating operations very clean such was her wrath.

Manly thing:

Treat another man’s tools like a White Knight does a woman, and you will be greatly rewarded unlike a White Knight.

[Governor Megachris%Participant 3584]

That’s a good point.  I should say that my mother was a neat-freak, still is.  Maybe it’s a generational thing rather than parental?  The women in my age range (20’s-30’s) are normally not the cleanest at all.  Drives me nuts!  Probably because they think “a man will clean up after me, so no worries!”

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RoyDal:

 

My father’s critter is a short-haired miniature dachshund.  Those two are inseparable now that my mother’s gone.  He’s quite a lively beastie, too.  His favourite activity is playing “fetch”–he can do it for hours, something I found out while I was house-sitting this past summer while my father was away on personal business.

 

Here’s another reason for having a four-legged friend:

 

http://news.sciencemag.org/biology/2015/02/are-you-happy-your-dog-can-tell

 

[ZeroParticipant 38]

Pig, that’s not girly at all to expect your roommate to take care of his own messes. Having responsibility for oneself is part of being an adult.

As for cooking, I love to cook. I cook a wide variety of different kinds of food, love to experiment in the kitchen and I’m a damn fine cook if I do say so. I take lunches to work with me many times and I often share finger-foods with coworkers. They tease me about my food being really good and me being Betty Crocker and my response is always “A single man’s gotta eat. I don’t have a wife to burn my meals for me so I do it myself.” My married coworkers usually sigh and say something along the lines of “I wish my wife cooked this good”.

It’s a shame that we as men are not taught or encouraged to cook as women are. We aren’t encouraged to take home-economics in highschool, or taught about healthy/good eating. Then again, we aren’t taught really anything about how to manage our own lives. It’s kind of a trial by fire thing

[Governor Megachris%Participant 3584]

I’ll admit, cooking is a lot of fun.  It’s also so funny when women gasp and say, “YOU COOK?”  Well, yeah.  Cleaning and cooking seafood is one of my favorite things to cook.  I like to make and eat weird things to try different flavors and whatnot, and it’s nice to know I can do that without someone living with me that will want to eat my food, too.  I can make anything I danged well please and not have to worry about someone saying “eww, that’s gross!  Let’s go out to eat instead!”

[Anonymous 11]

Thanks guys. I love to cook too mainly because I like to control exactly what goes into my food. It amazes me how many people both men and women cannot cook even the simplest dish. They’re helpless. The best buffalo wings in my city are made only in my kitchen with a sauce that I spent many months of exacting work perfecting. People beat down my door whenever I make a batch of it as I just give away a good portion of it. My roommate is in awe that I can actually cook.

My parents both would cook when I was growing up, and my father was incredibly manly. Yet he could make the most awesome baked goods and every damn thing else he cooked was amazing too. My mother also taught me to hand sew too so I can do basic things for myself in that department too.

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