I’m not quite sure what to make of those three guys in the local McDonald’s a few nights ago. There was a lot of boorish slurring at excessive volume about a stubborn defiance against sin as a social construct, against the ironic shame of sexuality in an increasingly perverse society. One of them had a
horrible not-quite-there-yet avant-garde haircut. Real men know that swagger doesn’t come from the store in a bottle of hair product.
The world is a mysterious place sometimes.