Inspiration
Plate Carriers Are Now Memes
Plate carriers are now memes. Devoid of all meaning and practicality, they have become nothing more than a symbol. A symbol of what, though? Protection? Rarely. Most often in the modern world, we see them being ill-fitting, worn incorrectly, of low quality, and often with foam plates or no plates at all (anyone who has had to wear one or fit someone for a plate carrier can tell)—and being worn in contexts that rarely serve their intended purpose. They are more often than not used as an intimidation tactic by those who can no longer own firearms.
By Atomic Historian4 days ago in Men
Mark Consuelos was once voted sexiest male talk show host in the People magazine sexiest man issue
In recent years like last year People Magazine did their annual Sexiest Man Alive issue. One of the categories was sexiest male talk show host. Mark Consuelos was a nominee from the morning talk show “Live With Kelly and Mark” I voted for him. I voted for him and he had won that honor.
By Revista Miko:XCI 9 days ago in Men
Men who fulfill
Dad was born in Maine in January 1933. He was the second child and son born to his parents, though his older brother died at a very young age. A sister and another brother were born in subsequent years, and they were raised together by God-fearing parents in southern Maine. Grandpa was a carpenter. Dad learned many skills from him. Gram taught briefly. She was frugal, but not cheap. During the Great Depression and World War II years when sugar, eggs, and other staples were rationed, Gram celebrated her children's half-birthdays as an excuse to bake cakes for them, since sweets were rare luxuries. Dad fondly remembered his mother's justification for that tradition.
By Mack D. Ames2 months ago in Men
Small Victories
Some people write thoughtful, planned prose. Others express themselves through poetry that flows from deeply intellectual ponderings. Then there are writers like me. “Stream of Consciousness” is too gentle for my style. “Raging River Rantings” is more accurate. It is not that I write angrily, but that as a violent river flows unpredictably, so also my thoughts move to and fro in seemingly disconnected ways. They link but occasionally splash bystanders in the process.
By Mack D. Ames2 months ago in Men
Ounce A Pawn A Thyme
I can't recall how I found Vocal Media. When I did, the stars shone brightly in my eyes. Dreams of won challenges danced in my head. Cha-ching, cha-ching was the song they sang. Then I wrote my first piece, crashed to earth, oh dang. Tried again, burned up. Once more. Gave up. Glassy-eyed, I knew I'd never crack the top two, so what would I or should I or could I do?
By Mack D. Ames2 months ago in Men
