I call it, Man-ffermations
Nov 19th, 2007 by jenzug
B: My sweatshirt still smells like paintball paint.
J: Even after I washed it?
B: Yeah, see? Smell it -
J: Uh, no. I trust you.
B: No really, smell it.
J: Honey, I don’t need to smell it.
B: Just take a whiff!
J: Why does it matter so much that I smell your stinky sweatshirt???
B: Because I participated in a macho activity and I want you to smell my musk.
Be warned: what you see here is not my best work. It is what Anne Lamott describes in Bird By Bird as a series of “shitty first drafts.” Blogging dragged me kicking and screaming out of creative constipation by getting me to actually write. So I do that. A lot. Without worrying about every word choice or comma placement.
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Well, sure. What other reason could there be?