Slate's Jacob Brogan hates that he loves to grill.
It’s not that I’m inclined to vegetarianism or that I otherwise object to the practice itself. But I’m uncomfortable with the pleasure I take in something so conventionally masculine. Looming over the coals, tongs in hand, I feel estranged from myself, recast in the role of suburban dad. At such moments, I get the sense that I’ve fallen into a societal trap, one that reaffirms gender roles I’ve spent years trying to undo. The whole business feels retrograde, a relic of some earlier, less inclusive era.
I don't have to make this stuff up. I don't have to parody it. All I have to do is quote it.

In your face, metrofexuals, vegetarians, and porkophobes.

But there's nothing that can't be subjected to the postmodern word-noise.
Though many claim that men grill because they’re somehow drawn to fire, presumably by some atavistic impulse carried in our chromosomes, the masculine connotations of grilling are culturally specific, and hence culturally constructed.
Put another way, emergent, evolutionary stable, and conferring evolutionary advantage.

Almost lunchtime.  That's my version of Nürnberg's 3 im Weggla.  Hungry yet?

Here is where this constructivist talk leads you.
This is all part of the collapse of the civil society.  In the civil society, moral individuals and businesses set standards of behavior, and by complying with them, trust is established that allows personal security, liberty, and entrepreneurial business to flourish.  But when society prevents these individual standards from being enforced, an "anything goes" atmosphere invades businesses, the safe atmosphere is destroyed, and society decays.
Grilling out, in the company of your neighbors, or at the stadium parking lot, is an act of civilization itself.  Let the sensitive types stew in their own arugula.

SECOND SECTION.  Stephen Kruiser is spot on.
Upon reading it all, however, it is almost impossible to believe that someone who can travel through a social justice warrior journey of such self loathing proportions can actually enjoy anything. These aren’t people who even want to enjoy anything, as it ruins all purpose for them.

White, male and self-sufficient are all anathema to progressives, and the guilt is strong with any of them who find themselves cursed by birth with the first two self-descriptions. The poor dears are in a perpetual state of self-exorcism in an effort to blend in with the rest of the pinched and angry progressive horde. Jacob doesn’t really like grilling, Jacob likes beating up on Jacob to make himself likable to some thoroughly unpleasant people.
Or perhaps he gets off on our scorn. Think BDSM without a cat-o'-nine-tails.

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