How Male

My permanent challenge is just to catch dinner. And tomorrow’s lunch, maybe. To put a nice sea bass, a few black bream or half a bucket of mackerel on the kitchen table – to feel like the Great Provider.

16 thoughts on “How Male”

  1. I noticed that there wasn’t much ethnic diversity in the group selected by the Graun; surely a hate crime in this day and age?

  2. @Jonathan Maybe that’s because the urge to do stupid/dangerous/expensive things while absolutely unnecessary is something that basically only Whiteys do..

    Even the Woke have to admit that “there simply aren’t any [x]” is a pretty final conclusion.

  3. The Guardian. Written by interesting people for interesting people. They go to fabulous places, do cool stuff, and somehow live life more deeply than the rest of us. Even if their lives seem ordinary, they are smarter and somehow more sussed than the rest of us.

  4. These people are all nutters. I mean its a not-bothering-other people type which is ok, but one of the nutters mentioned the touching the void book/film. I don’t think i’ve seen anything that’s horrified me more. It’s the voluntariness that is a different level of nuttiness. 2 guys Climbing a mountain in the andes – up and down in a day Alpine style. 50 miles from a house let alone a hospital. *shudders*

  5. Hallowed Be,

    I never get it. Taking dangerous risks used to be about real rewards. You invaded Mercia and risked getting an arrow shot through you because you got some land and some women if it turned out well. Columbus sailed west to find a better trade route. Risky, but also useful.

    The BBC is full of these sorts of “adventure” shows and I just don’t get the point. Some rower and his mate trek to the South Pole. It’s been done by a Norwegian dude. The round the world yacht race, where people spend fortunes risking death and drinking their own piss? Why not just fly Lufthansa and get there in 8 hours with trolley dollys keeping you in JD and coke?

  6. BoM4,

    Because Lufthansa are cancelling the free JD and coke long term, at least for those occasions when you have to sit at the back of the plane. And honestly, getting anywhere on a Greta boat, shitting in a bucket and then throwing up in the same bucket all the way, is now more appealing than even first class, having to wear a fucking mask all the way surrounded by sanctimonious brain dead little Hitlers terrified of the presence of other humans.

  7. Everest tourism kills one percent of people who take part, it doesn’t prove you’re in any way a “top mountaineer” or an “explorer” since you’re following a well-travelled route with substantial support, if you break any records it’ll be something trivially obscure (“oldest man from South Lincolnshire to climb Everest”) and yet people queue up to pay huge amounts of money to do it. Hope it’s a good view.

    Adrenaline and wanting a sense of having “accomplished something”, or even just “having lived”, must be part of the answer to @HB/@bom4 but even so, it’s all rather alien to me. Having said that, there are some very niche, geeky things I have wondered about challenging myself with that are, objectively, utterly pointless (not my personal bag but not dissimilar to people who set themselves the goal of learning to speed-solve a Rubik’s cube) yet these have always had zero risk of harm attached. It’s the combination of unnecessarily challenging goal-setting with unnecessary personal danger that I can’t truly wrap my head around.

    Back in the nineties BBC2 used to have a programme devoted to subcultures chasing extreme thrills, base jumpers and whatnot. Had the good grace to make them look like nutters with a danger aesthetic, but didn’t dwell much on the risks. More recent “adventure” programmes tend to laud the protagonists rather more, and talk up the danger they face (when in most shows there’s likely a decent support crew on-hand) so I’m not sure of it’s more play-pretend thrill-seeking than the real thing.

  8. Back in the nineties BBC2 used to have a programme devoted to subcultures chasing extreme thrills, base jumpers and whatnot.

    Extreme Ironing was a thing for a while. Mad bastards up a mountain with a battery powered Russell Hobbs doing Monday’s work shirt. Brilliant.

    The decline in airline service started many years ago: Missus and I both had Luftnasha Gold Cards and the fuckers started to refuse us entry into the lounge unless we were flying Business. Out of protest I began flying with EasyJet, she was horrified at first ( paying for your drinks ? ) and insisted on Speedy Boarding at least to have some minimal distance from the hoi polloi. The multi-mile trek through Gatwick was pretty annoying too, but at least we could get there directly by train, unlike sodding Heathrow and booking was so much more straightforward.

  9. @BoM4

    I agree. Mountain climbers, parachutists, ‘wing flying’.

    If all goes well, you end up back where you started. If anything goes wrong you end up as a bowl of salsa. Not for me.

  10. @moqifen

    Trainspotting is surely worse. Birds are small and pop up all over the place. trains are f’ing enormous and follow a timetable.

  11. I’ve done my fair share of these sorts of challenges. Only insufferable idiots do it as personal marketing and shout about it. For me it’s a personal thing. Partly “can I push myself hard enough to achieve that?” It’s good for the everyday “this isn’t a big deal, I’ve done XXX which is far more difficult/dangerous/miserable”. The other part is just because it’s fun. Climbing stuff is fun (physically and mentally – most walls are like puzzles that you have to solve). Paragliding/skydiving is fun (ever wanted to fly? Closest you’re going to get). Extreme endurance events are fun (satisfy the urge to explore under your own power).

  12. So Much For Subtlety

    Andrew C November 21, 2020 at 1:41 pm – “If all goes well, you end up back where you started. If anything goes wrong you end up as a bowl of salsa. Not for me.”

    Gambling is the same. You get the excitement and thrill in an otherwise boring life. Not for me. Not either of them. But I see why people do it.

    My problem is that when Mallory tried to climb Everest he was taking real risks. And died. Now Japanese grandmothers climb it. So it is increasingly the pretense of danger not the reality. Like playing a member of the SS on ‘Allo ‘Allo rather than, you know, rolling across Ukraine in a panzer.

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