There was an outrageous row between me and the oldest son last night on the issue of what constitutes manliness. He made me promise to blog about it.
I say, sitting on the sofa watching television while eating a box of Goldfish is not “manly” thing to do. Goldfish can never be considered “manly” food.
A snack fit for a kid but not a snack for real men. Potato chips, pretzels, and even popcorn can be considered “manly” food but never Gold Fish. He claims - I am just flat out wrong.
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It is decidedly unmanly to even consider the question of what snack food may or may not be manly.
Therefore you both lose.
OC
But they're the wholesome snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off...
I have never really understood the appeal of Goldfish versus actual cheese and crackers (or better yet, a well-aged cheese affixed to cracker with a dab of pâté), but I do know a couple of fairly manly guys (Calgary police) who routinely have them in the cupboard. I strongly suspect that for some, Goldfish are the guy equivalent of "comfort food".
I love animal crackers, for instance, not for the taste but for the memories they evoke of childhood visits to the Metro Zoo. Mom would never even consider buying animal crackers at the grocery store, but she could be cajoled into buying the animal-shaped cookies McDonalds used to sell at their zoo locations.
If you were to give me the same cookies not in animal form I would take a pass, but given the magic of animal form they are gold. I'm under no illusions about the manliness of animal crackers, though.
OC - that sounds suspiciously like a metrosexual kind of response.
In my grandfather's day men made decisions, took sides, and didn't quit until blood was spilled.
This is what happens when girls join boys' hockey teams. ;)
Chris - at least you realize where animal crackers are on the gender food chain.... no doubt your attachment to animal crackers might be considered reasonable under the the category of "endearing boyish charm"?
Winston, you sound like a man who harbors a grudge – perchance, did I body check you in a childhood game of hockey?
Your son is probably hoping Goldfish fall under a similar category, but then you would know if there was any special story underlying the appeal.
"OC - that sounds suspiciously like a metrosexual kind of response.
In my grandfather's day men made decisions, took sides, and didn't quit until blood was spilled."
Metrosexual!? They don't make that there critter down in these parts. The harsh winters and the lack of adequate latte drive them all to Vancouver.
There's a long list of things it isn't manly to care about. Snack food bickering is on that list. I'd show you the list, but I'm afraid you'd use it for evil.
OC
OC - you got me - I would definitely put the list to nefarious use.
I have no idea what you're talking about with these "goldfish" things.
I snack on grizzly bears which I have strangled with my bear hands.
I enjoy munching on these with a pleasant white wine spritzer.
Kateland, Can't say as i rememeber you. Did you look like a boy? lol No girls in our leagues back then. Gosh, we were so backward.
Winston, formerly keith.
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