The following conversation about mansteading was recorded on December 12, 2016. Dad is not one to sit and chat, so it seems I’m always talking to him while he’s doing something else. This time, he was out by the shed chopping wood. The air was a crisp 26° and dad have nothing but a camouflage microfiber hunting jacket, blue jeans, and some boots.
And this conversation will be enhanced with sound effects. Epic sound effects.
*Thud. Thud. Crack.*
So dad, how do you get started mansteading?
What the [expletive] is mansteading supposed to mean?
We talked about this dad. Remember? The blog?
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