The Boys of Summer

Turns out, summer television is nothing but a sea of shows geared toward men. Or, at least that's what has been viewed lately at the Qualler Family Compound. And no, I'm not talking about Spike TV's MANswers, where, see, they answer questions for men, or, shall we say, "manswer" the questions most on a man's mind, such as, oh, "Which Nationality Is Most Likely To Put Out On The First Date", which, I wish were not actually a real subject on a nationally televised television program. But, most of what's I've watched lately has been, shall we say, MANtastic programming! In addition to Chris and I hitting up a manly Bachelor Party this weekend, me managing to watch the Minnesota Twins live in person move into first place in the AL Central with Brigitte, AND Chris and I managing to avoid having to see Mamma Mia! with our respective chicks, it's been a great week to be a man.

Beavis and Butthead Reruns on MTV2

Wow, this show is majorly funny. Chris and I were talking about the feature in which Beavis and Butthead talk about music videos, and Chris mentioned it was his favorite part of the show. I never cared for that part as much (because I was into the intricate plot details of the actual episodes?) but this time around, I totally agreed with him. Commentary on Pavement's "Rattled By The Rush" video was dead right -- "These guys are just lazy", "They don't even clean the bath tub", "I bet they poop in the bath tub", "At least Jesus Lizard sucks AND rocks, these guys just suck." I love Pavement, and I also love Beavis and Butthead.

Verdict: GUYreat

Mad Men, Season One

Brigitte and I are not to Season Two yet, jerks, so don't mention anything about it. But, what's better than watching a show with some real manly men sitting around on beds and sleeping with chicks? Oh and drinking scotch? So much scotch? By the way, when Don Draper doesn't slick his hair back, he totally looks like Bill Pullman. Maybe if Bill Pullman slicked his hair back and wore suits, he wouldn't look like such a doofus. Regardless, all I know is as a man, Don Draper makin' it with hottie wife Betty AND some brunettes on the side (you know, because Betty's a blond, so you've got to have your affairs with brunettes to mix it up), anybody makin' it with Joan (but not mouse-eared Peggy! Yeeeeesh!), drinkin' scotch non-stop, and having your own beer fridge in the shed, makes Mad Men more like Man Men. Men! Seriously, though, through six episodes, this show is on my "love it!" list.

Verdict: MANscinating and MENgaging.

Generation Kill, Part Four: "Combat Jack"

No, Combat Jack isn't the name of a character, Combat Jack is, erm, well, let's just say the keyword is "jack" if you catch my drift, another, erm, activity that men frequently partake in, by themselves, you know, if you catch my drift. And dudes love war, right? Well, this dude appreciates the Wire-like way the viewer is immersed into the beginning of the war without being pandered to or preached to, and this dude loves how this approach makes the combat scenes seem fresh, totally terrifying, Yes, part four of this increasingly engrossing and tragic miniseries focused a little more heavily on characters we haven't seen much of. Oh, and more strategic SNAFUs, naturally. But the standout scenes were again near the end of the episode, when the roadblock the First Recon set up went a little awry. And I can't stop loving the frequent songs of my teenage years that they keep singing, this week memorably breaking out "Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheatus. Even Beavis and Butthead would dig that song because they're lazy AND it rocks, too.

Verdict: MAN...perfect.

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