The Masturbating Modern Man
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The Sad State of Affairs
Modern man has become soft. Let’s face it. We all know a grown man that would throw a tantrum if his WiFi was temporarily down. Actually, I’m sure you probably know several.
Or how about the guy who cries when his football team loses? This happens. I’m from Packer country and if Green Bay gets knocked out of the playoffs, tears roll down bearded cheeks.
What do you think our respective forefathers would think of us? Would they be proud of the men we’ve become? I highly doubt it for the vast majority.
Think about it. Call of Duty has replaced actual combat. While the PS5 is on men are superb killing machines; highly trained warriors with a headset and a controller. They are expert boxers when it comes time to watch the latest Jake Paul fight. Pugilists to the core, eyes fixated on the screen. A screen in which is modern man’s new “reality”. Sunday nights are religion for a large portion of alcohol imbibing, nacho eating, fantasy football-playing men. I mean it’s not even a secret. “Fantasy” football.
And we won’t even have to delve into the sad reality of the hours spent by millions of males in Incognito mode. Russia has seen what’s happening and has taken steps to curb the depravity. Internet pornography has been banned and state officials urge men to “try to meet someone in real life.”
Enter the title. The masturbating modern man. Today’s man lives in the wake of another man’s accomplishments. Are we living in a simulation? No. We are choosing it. Choosing our characters in Mortal Kombat instead of actual martial arts training. Choosing to enlist in the Call of Duty Marine Corps from the safety of the PS5 controller instead of actually raising our hands and taking an oath. Watching intently as our favorite fantasy players sack quarterbacks instead of breaking a sweat ourselves. Choosing to watch other men have sex with women instead of “meeting them in real life.”
A lot of instead. It really is a sad state of affairs.
