I sat by a federal agent at my work cafeteria yesterday. He had his phone out, reading it.
We struck up a conversation. Turns out he was reading the Gospels. He had gotten a book called Why Men Hate Church, something like that. The author urged reading the Gospels to find masculine qualities and behavior by Christ, not just the usual femininities of love and compassion and so forth. So that is what the federal agent was doing.
Him: Do you realize that Christ spent most of his time camping in the wilderness with his guy friends?
Me: Dadgum. You’re right. Huh. [Yes, my poppets, I said ‘dadgum.’ Saying it un-ironically is one of my superpowers.]
Him: Or fishing.