Man up gentleman

I was reminded of an epidemic last night, one that puts chicken flu, Y2K bugs and GFC's in grave perspective. I speak of manning up, growing balls or bringing out your inner cave man instincts. The new age man is fast becoming a joke. Caring more about clothes and smelling like David Beckham than knowing how to fix things with your average array of shed tools. Does the modern man know how to change a spark plug in a lawn mower? Does the modern man even know what a lawn mower looks like or does Jim take care of that for him. In saying that I'm guessing 50:1 is probably telling the modern man about his xxxxx than an oil and fuel ratio.
I am disgusted at what I see when I venture to a hardware store. There are more men in the garden and homewards sections than in plumbing, electrical or timber. What happened to the dark workshop in the backyard, that sacred man shed where secret inventions were though up, beer was drunk and sometimes even brewed and general household items were mended. I know, they made way for Japanese yoga gardens and water features.
I see fully grown men wearing scarves on days where the mercury drops slightly below 15c. That's not arctic weather, thats called a stiff breeze and if you had chest hair and some general manliness about you then you would not feel the cold. A man would not care for a cut on his finger and wouldn't run for the Dettol and a bandaid, he would toughen up and let nature heal it. A man wouldn't even know his doctors name, because medical visits are not required. I feel let down by my fellow man populous, the ones I refer too know who they are. Your shopping for tissues and hiring the latest directors cut of the Notebook because you just love Ryan Goslings acting prowess.
Buy a hammer, some nails and a length of 4x2 and just make something. Even if it's a bird feeder, just get it done.
Choose football over Better Homes & Gardens on a Friday night. Because otherwise you better stock up on manpons.