It’s the late 60’s. A shift in the tide arise – a tide signalling a tsunami that would flush away everything that once was, this tide of awareness flushed over Western society. Women had enough. The troubled boy had enough. Everyone had enough. It’s war time and everyone zips up their uniform and preps for a fight – a fight that’s fought, and has been fought to this day.

A myriad of voices rise against the establishment. Some win, some lose.

Today, close to 6 decades later, wars are still fought, lives are still killed, voices are still being shut. But the rebellious spirit is still respected, it’s still heard in silent awe because the rebel has decided one thing, and one thing only: not to tame the beast. Not to accept the answers given by any authority, not to respect “no” and live with his life shivering on the tip of his great ideals.

Today, we’ve lost something. There are no shakers in the tide. Only fish swimming along the stream. And we lost something else: the man.

In the 60’s women had enough. Enough of being second-rate. Enough of being treated like a trophy doll running around the house. A lot of men were stupid then, a lot of men are stupid today.

Somewhere along this fight, men gave up. They tamed the beast. The man who would light a cigarette and disregard the health warning, the man who would dream of riding a Harley and grab the first beautiful creature he sees, sleep in the wild, drink recklessly, show his inner wilderness to the outside world has been reduced to a latte macchiato drinking, calorie-counting, technology obsessed nod doll. The women won – or they think they did. They ended up with men whom they’re going to cheat on in the end, when the first beast comes along and sparks her in ways she never thought possible.

“MODERN MAN” is about not taming the beast, about dealing with your milestones that shape your masculinity like a man, not a gender-neutral politically correct social security number. You’re a man. Remember it. Embrace it. And if you’ve forgotten about it, like I did some years before, then this might be a read worth following. Otherwise, feel free to throw it away just like the other self-absorbed shit that’s suffocating pop culture nowadays.