A Real Man
I don’t buy that “Man Cave” crap for one second. It’s just another marketing ploy by advertisers to sell me more things to make me feel secure in my masculinity. No real man needs a converted garage/spare bedroom to turn into a sort-of bar complete with dbag beer posters and cardboard cutouts where he can hang out with his neutered sort of friends.
I’ve decided that all a real man needs is a wood-paneled study and a good library. A place where he can smoke his pipes and drink a good single malt scotch, and most importantly, be alone in his thoughts. No blaring TVs or mini-kegs or posters that border on indecent. Just you, maybe a few close friends from time to time, and that’s all.
Man, I wish I had a study.
