My favorite times spent with my grandfather are those where he recounts the “old days”. A time that seemed lawless, when hands and hearts were calloused. Kids were their own mechanics, every girl could cook and “something to do” wasn’t a TV. The line that classified honest work was vivid and it was a honor to serve your country. Listening to tale after tale I feel as though I’ve become a mock to masculinity. While grandpa was my age playing football with a leather helmet, I’m debating whether it’s time for a new pair of skinny jeans. I’ve greatly become a product of my environment, and that environment doesn’t hold masculinity at a high value. The idolization of feminine men has degraded manhood to where it is greatly frowned upon in many areas of society.