I thought fitting a man was a righteous undertaking,but manhood is deeply bruised at the smallest slight while pretending to be a pillar of strength Running through Penn Station in New York City, sweating and out of breath I was moments absent from dropping my four huge duffle bags and lost my train. I saw an Amtrak employee, or flagged him down and hurriedly asked him to help me gain my bags to the gate. “Help you with your bags? He looked at me with disgust,then rolled his eyes and walked absent. I stood there confused and embarrassed, wondering what I could have done that was so offensive. Did I break some man code approximately asking for help? Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com