masculinity rehab

The following is a test. If you can watch this video and appreciate what the narrator is selling, It’s safe to say that you could give up on reading this site forever. If, however, you are overwhelmed by an urge to kick young cats while squeamishly listening to his pretentious narration on masculinity reclamations, then welcome. We have been waiting for you.

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Here’s a simple guideline for life: If you’re in desperate need of reclaiming your masculinity, a three-day motorcycle trip isn’t going to do it.

Recently I watched a reality show on climbing Mt. Everest that really gave a firsthand look at what a jackass errand that is. Not that there is anything wrong with climbing, but by the simple fact that Everest is the tallest, it attracts the type who has to climb the tallest. Never mind that they couldn’t do it without the help of Sherpas to lay out their high-altitude camps and food. I was discussing this with a friend recently and he clued me into what was possibly an Yvon Chouinard quote, but I’m not positive. It was something like, “If you go up the mountain an asshole, you come down the mountain an asshole.”

I think that same quote could be twisted for our above friends. If you go on the masculinity-reclaiming mid-lifey moto ride an insecure ponce, you’re going to return as one too, even with the aid of some “curated conversation”. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no hater of fun and adventure, in fact I’m a huge fan. But as my friend Matt so perfectly summarizes, it’s not about the what, it’s about the how:

That video showcases the antithesis of everything that is manly. It’s super funny/ironic because it’s actually everything that has become wrong with masculinity. I’d be totally down with it if they just told it like it was: ’14 29-year-olds who work as freelance graphic designers and bar tenders decided to use this months rent on motorcycle rentals and new leather boots. We got drunk as shit, looked at some trees and gram’d every moment of it.’

To be honest, I feel like it’s mostly 14 dudes who got suckered into one ex-ad-agency worker’s demented idea for a new business, but when you’re getting tossed matching hipster coats at five A.M., you should at least suspect shit is going to get a little weird.

I’ll try not to bore with what could be a books worth of critique, because this video hits my buttons from almost every angle, but it should be pointed out that a girl-free weekend of motorcycle-kookary while sharing sexual exploits around a camp fire isn’t going to save anyone’s fading masculinity. A campfire – that I must add – was started with a blowtorch. I feel saddened that Yvon Chouinard may stumble across this video and subsequently disturb himself into an existential crisis over the future of our society. It’s the Robert Bly nightmare all over again, yet this time with a marketing budget.

Honestly, I don’t know exactly what masculinity is, but I also spend none of my time worrying about it. Of course, I’ve mid-lifed with the best of them, and even climbed some hills while doing it, but in the end I’ve always learned what we may be looking for isn’t up a hill, down a dirt road, or at the end of a marathon. If you think it is, not only are you going to be sorely disappointed, but you’re probably walking past true answers every day and you don’t even know it.

  • http://www.singleape.com/ steven

    My friend David Onion made up the article title. He does a lot of masculine things.

  • ScratchFamous

    AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG….The video should be titled: “How To Take Life’s Pleasures and Totally Fuck Them Up Through an Absolute Inability To Not See Everything as Metaphor” There is so much so horribly wrong with that video that I could write a whole second Nope about it!!! I’ve never camped because…well, I just haven’t…but if even I know that you don’t bring ARTICHOKES on a camping adventure! And furthermore, on a fucking camping/wilderness adventure you don’t have someone serving your food with sanitary gloves and giant TRUCK FULL of FOOD!!! So, like I said, I totally I understand wanting to take a motorcycle trip to a beautiful spot and have professional cooks grill me hanger steaks and artichokes and make tiny gin & tonics, but don’t fuck it all up by claiming it to be anything other than what it is and CERTAINLY don’t claim it as a chance to re-claim one’s masculinity (as if women wouldn’t like the EXACT same trip!!!) Oy gevalt…I Could go on and on and on with this one. Thanks for noping these fucks Ape!

    • http://www.singleape.com/ steven

      Yes.. I can’t think of a single woman who’d like to be pampered on a motorcycle trip.. (heavy sarcasm)

  • Area45

    This was bad from the beginning, but I wanted to kick a small child when I saw the latex gloves at a camp cook out and the mention of “artisanal foods”. Every campout should have a risk of an E. Coli breakout for it to count. Just sayin’. A fully supported trip with super nice bikes! Gimme a break. “We high fived”when we finished the journey? How could you NOT finish the journey? There was a guy waking you up from your tent with his iPhone! I’m sure that was right before he ‘grammed a sweet pic. That’s what I would have done at least.

    • http://www.singleape.com/ steven

      Wow! You made it surprisingly deep. I think I couldn’t get past four minutes or so. I heard there is some axe throwing.

      • Area45

        That’s what she . . .nevermind. Yeah, I couldn’t turn it off. I was like a deer in headlights. If Urban Outfitters offered an outdoor experience, this is it.

  • jason

    They are like Promise Keepers with more expensive jeans and better haircuts. I hate every last one of them. Also, I am not a motorcyclist/motorbike rider but is 335 miles really that “epic” (a word I assume was used countless times on the trip and the non-stop telling of the adventure to bros and potential mates in crappy bars)? I have watched extremely amateur,(sometimes) overweight cyclists finish the AIDS ride of 545ish miles with less back-slapping and self adulation, even though it was way more deserved. These dudes are marshmallow soft.

  • bunnyohbunny

    “Gin and Tonics!” that’s rich.

  • slimb

    Who/what took away their “masculinity” in the first place to the point that it had to be “reclaimed”? It’s not like it fucking blew away down the road in a wind storm like old newspaper and you couldn’t put your foot down on it in time (though, honestly, I wouldn’t put that past them). I am pretty sure the person who wrote this only knows how to look in a thesaurus to put sentences together.

    I am also pretty sure that you don’t need to pay more than a yearly membership of – I dunno how those secret sex club society things work – like ten bucks? instead of jumping on dad bikes in dad jackets to ride 300 miles out to have a circle jerk.

  • LoVo

    Is it just me, or is this the gayest “manventure” ever? French-presses have no place in a real dude’s bike trip.

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  • James

    It’s worth making it to the end to see a bunch of people who are literally paying to reenact trite gender-binary symbolism suck on a bunch of cigars together; the big crescendo indeed. I wonder if it occurred to anyone standing there, hugging. Also, thanks for the excellent write-up.

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