Half the men in London feel like crying,apparently. Some of them even appreciate it…For Halloween I went as a man who cried. The most terrifying costume ever made, it caused children to scream and men to punch walls and women to vomit into the phones on which they were booking last-minute sterilisations.
A man, and but crying. It’s tough to maintain the two images in your head,I know. The two belong in different universes, one in the universe of wood logging and tough cash, and the other in a universe of menstruation and chamomile,am I right? Of course I am. I know. I live in the real world, where a man is to tears what a bath is to a panini. They both own their place, or but never the same place.
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Source: theguardian.com