Welcome to Be a Man

My buddies and I had a realization over the past year; there's a whole bunch of dumb assholes who think they are "The Man". From Frat Kids, to emo snowboarders, and guidos to gamer nerds you can find idiots who do a whole bunch of talking and not enough walking. We're here to change that. For some reason over the years, modernization of our culture has turned a bunch of us into pussys; 10 years ago every guy from age 4 to 18 played baseball during the spring and now we have professional gamers? Fuck that. It's now ok for a guy to get his hair fucking frosted and go tanning? Fuck that. We're here to end that shit. Being a man is about being yourself, being confident, and realizing failures are just steps to success. We're not asking you to be like us, because you will never be as awesome as us, we're just showing you and updating you what's going on today in a Man's world. After all nobody can keep up with everything, well except for us. We're gonna be talking about sports and lots of them. We'll talk about the newest technology coming out, from cars to cellphones to big TV's. Girls? You fucking bet we'll be taking about girls, the good the bad and the ugly, mainly the good. You know what else we'll be taking about? Everything. We're gonna do whatever it takes to make sure we cover everything about being a man; from fashion, because you have to look fresh, to politics, because you have to know what is going on around the world. No one likes a bullshitter.

I personally like to think of it as the James Bond approach, he was good at everything. Making drinks, picking up women, driving cars and kicking the shit out of people. He had wits and charm. And while most people can't be good at everything, we're not asking you to be like most people, we're asking you to step away from those idiots stuck in mediocrity.You wanna be man? Then step up and start taking notes. This is the start of a revolution.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas

From everyone here at Be Manly, Merry Christmas. I hope Santa was able to get you that MacBook Pro, Digital SLR, new software for your ECU or whatever else the pile of mush inside your head that you call your brain desires. While I am never choosy when it comes to presents, I'm not gonna lie Santa disappointed me this year. First, Rachel McAdams (star in Wedding Crashers, Mean Girls and the second worst movie in the world, The Notebook)was not under my Christmas tree. Can you say "Classy"?





SIDENOTE:[The worst movie in the world goes to Twilight and whatever spawn or sequel stems from it]

Santa also let me down when I had to spend Christmas in New Jersey and I never got to see any guidos. Listen, I realize not all of Jersey is like "MTV's" Jersey Shore, but when I go out to the bars, I expect to see some guidette like Snookie getting rocked in the face by some 6'6" Steroid injected elementary gym teacher. I'd post the video here, but unless you live under a friggen rock you should know what I mean. I did however see some guidettes at the gym running on some treadmills. In preparation for this, I wore my "Vermont" T-shirt. It worked perfectly as a repellant; the little gears in their heads turned over and over as they tried to figure out what state Vermont was in [*hint* it IS a state] and thus they were distracted from actually talking to me. Anyways, this marks the end of our vacation here at the blog. As always expect some quality posts from myself and chays to help you guys ring in the New Year and New Decade like a man.

P.s. The Athlete of the Decade was given to Tiger Woods, even after his whole 3 week ordeal. And I couldn't agree more with the choice. He absolutely fucking owned everyone in the world of golf. Just in case you forgot, he won the masters by 15 STROKES! Even on one leg he was able to win the U.S. Open. I feel bad for Rocco Mediate. He's an all around good guy and handled himself like a champion throughout the tournament and even when he lost. He's a class act, and y'all should take some notes on how to compose yourself when things don't go your way because Rocco gave you about a books worth of material. But, no matter how classy the Rocco was, when you're godly at what you do like Tiger, no one stands a chance.

Long story short, I don't give two shits about how many people Tiger cheated on his wife with because it doesn't change what he did on the golf course. I can go on and you can feel free to argue with me face to face, but be prepared to get crushed. Frankly, THIS blog isn't the place for the discussion and I'm to lazy to type out everything. Tiger is an idiot for cheating on his gorgeous wife, but when you're worth a billion dollars don't tell me you wouldn't be tempted. Shit even without the money, everybody cheats. But enough of this TMZ shit, call me when Tiger wins another Green Jacket at the Masters next year.
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