Real Men Do Romance

Re-posting an essay titled Real Men Do Romance each year on Valentine’s Day has become a Just Another Ordinary Day tradition. The essay, originally published in 2014, takes the form of a letter written to my sons, but is intended for all men who roam the earth in a state of perpetual confusion over romantic protocol, thanks to radical liberal feminist propaganda. For the record, real men do romance and real women (yes, even the liberated ones) are suckers for it…especially on Valentines Day.  Celebrate and be happy.

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Call Your Mother

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“Mondays With Mother?
Here’s a (sic) recent email from my mother that made me pee my pants.”

—–Mike Rowe

Listen as Mike Rowe reads a hysterical email he received from his mother.

Now, go call your mother.

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Wet Towels

My 21 year old son popped home from college yesterday for a few hours and took a shower before heading back to campus. I walked into his bedroom this morning, fully expecting to find a wet towel lying on the floor, because finding wet towels on bedroom floors is nothing new around here. In fact, it’s a critical part of the mother-son ritual in our home. My son announces he is about to take a shower and I say, “hang your towel on the hook in your bathroom when you’re done,” or occasionally, “throw your dirty towel in the laundry,” but what I never say is, “leave your wet towel on the floor in your bedroom so it stinks up the carpet, okay?” And yet, after nearly every shower taken in my home by this fellow (and his older brother) I find a wet towel on the floor. Or worse, on the bed. And it annoys me. Every. Single. Time.

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