The problem with many men is they grow up.
“Grow up” in the sense they have somehow learned over the years that it’s not OK to let their hair down; that it’s verbotten to play, that it’s unseemly to let that inner little boy out to romp around, rip the knees of his jeans, and generally whoop it up.
The result is a world full of men who take themselves far too seriously (why does an image of Mitt Romney keep popping into my head?). Ironically, I suspect this usually is because they lack self-confidence, rather than suffer from too much of it. Having the courage to be you, coupled with an overwhelming conviction that the main reason we’re all here, the original Prime Directive, is to be happy, is a state of being worth striving for.
Which brings me to the photo above. I happen to know this guy. I went to South Eugene High School with him. If John Gottberg Anderson ran for President, I’d vote for him.
As long as he campaigned dressed like this.