My Uncle Jack reads this blog. Uncle Jack is a boy. A man really I guess, but even that’s up for debate. He sometimes dresses up like a clown and has also been known to laugh at fart jokes.
That’s the thing about men isn’t it? They’re really just boys in men’s clothing. Lest you think I’m generalizing, I am.
Same goes for women though. I’m an equal opportunity generalizationer. Although women do seem to mature quicker than men (by age 15 compared to age 75) we do have a tendency to be and act like the little girls we once were. We might not think the ultimate fart joke is as funny as our male counterparts but get us anywhere near Pinterest and our eyes start bulging out of our heads at the site of glitter and pipe cleaners. Why do you think scrap booking became so hugely popular years ago? All women want in life boils down to 2 things: a sharp pair of scissors and some construction paper.
I suspect as high as 85% of all women have children to give them a socially acceptable reason to buy colouring books and crayons.
So back to Uncle Jack. He lives a few hours away but every time I see him he tells me I should try to get more men reading my blog. To which I say … men do read my blog.
They just don’t comment.
At least that’s my suspicion. I mean, I cover just about everything on this site from building to gardening to cooking. All things that men typically do. Why wouldn’t they read The Art of Doing Stuff?
For the most part this site is directed at women I suppose but it isn’t completely intentional on my part. It just kind of happened naturally being that I’m a woman and all. One of my first posts which was on how to cure a yeast infection with a frozen yogourt tampon might have scared a few of the more delicate men away I suppose.
The whole point of The Art of Doing Stuff is to give everyone the confidence to do stuff. Stuff they want to do but don’t think they have time for, stuff they think is hard but probably really isn’t, and other stuff that is indeed hard.
Plus I wanted this site to give women in particular extra confidence. Men have all the confidence they need. Men are overflowing and oozing with confidence. Oftentimes when they shouldn’t be. Like when they’re really drunk at a bar. Luckily this site doesn’t attract the drunk bar men.
This site attracts the right kind of man. Men who like women, men who like to do stuff, and of course … men who laugh at fart jokes.
So to help me prove to Uncle Jack (or maybe prove me absolutely and completely wrong) I’d like all the men reading this today to comment.
Just say hi. Or how long you’ve been reading. Or, if you’re anything like a few of the men I know, you could tell us about the first time you weighed yourself both before and after pooping.
(women you can comment too of course, maybe about the first time your husband told you to stop rolling your eyes at him while he described his poop weight)
Have a good weekend all.
p.s. Please sign up for my Seed Starting workshop if that sort of thing interests you. I am SO excited to teach you all about starting your own seedlings. Like … ridiculously excited about it.
Take it away men.
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