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Neither of us are men, not telling tales.

Actually, we're men in privileged. Neither of us are men, not telling tales. That's not...

Actually, we're men in privilege only, I would say.

I think that we're men in that, like, we haven't had certain shitty things happen to us that happen other people, like, because we're men.

And that's a stupid thing or whatever.

But, like, generally, like, we don't have, like, men attributes.

But, no, I, I would agree with that years ago, but I think that, like, quote-unquote, being a man has changed for the better. In the post-Gillette ad world? That's right. Yeah, post-Jillette ad world, we are men. So I think that saying that we're not men, I think, like, says is kind of like promoting toxic

masculinity.

That's true.

Yeah.

I guess it's like distancing ourselves from traditionally what like manly stuff was to do.

But I guess what I was saying is we've never been the macho.

Yeah. We are not alphas. Not alphas. We've covered that ground many a time. But I'll tell you what, every now and then you dip your toe

into the waters of what traditionally would be a manly thing. And for some reason, not that you aspire to that, but it does feel kind of good. Guess what I did today? What'd you do? I worked on the car. I worked on my car. What did you do, though? What did you do? See these hands? Oh, wow, you got like motor oil on your hands? I mean, like I wish you'd washed them.

I worked on it.

Oh, no.

No, you know what I did after?

What?

You want to talk about man shit. Found a napkin in my car. Gave it a little spit. Oh, God. Wiped on it. Now, there. Are you touching shit in my house? Yes. I've got motor oil and your spit.

That's just worse.

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