Red Foreman is My Hero

I have written about this before, but what is going on with the American male? Most of the time I feel like Red Foreman from That 70’s Show when I’m out in public. Its like every one of these boys are like Eric and I just don’t get it. It would just be easier sometimes to call them dumbasses and move along.

Last night I went to see Taylor Swift with my wife and daughter. I was one of maybe 200 males in the 14,000 that were there. Right in front of us were two high school aged boys absolutely pumped about Taylor Swift. Are you kidding me? They were saying things like, “that song was sick” and “she rules.” It was if you took two metal dorks out of the Metallica concert, plugged them into the Taylor Swift concert and they didn’t know it. That’s how bad it was. At one point one kid, who was about 6’5” I should mention, jumped on his friend’s shoulders to get higher and cheer louder. I thanked God for the amusement and we drove home.

We stopped for gas and as I was in line there was a Katy Perry song on the radio. In the candy bar isle stood a young man that I would say was about 21 or so. He was singing, without reservation, the song that was playing. I again just wanted to call him a dumbass and leave. Then, he gets into a debate with the cashier about which Katy Perry songs were good and bad. Why God Why?!

As I drove home I just accepted the fact that I’m getting old and becoming Red Foreman is a very likely future for me. They just don’t make men like they used to and I will just have live with it and hope my daughter doesn’t bring home a dumbass some day.