This kind of cracked me up, and I can’t say exactly why…
If you’re a blogger, you frequently get emails such as this one from folks promoting their own content:
Hi Brad,
My name is Zoey Miller, and I am the Editor-in-Chief at The Babble Out (http://www.thebabbleout.com/). We recently released a comprehensive blog post about testosterone. Since we published it on our site, we have received over 400 social shares on this article.
While browsing your site, I noticed that you linked to a piece from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Testosterone on the same topic from this page: https://bradwarthen.com/ category/transportation/ .I believe our piece is more practical and more comprehensible to ordinary people, and I think it would be an excellent addition to your page.
If you are willing to add our link to that page, I would be happy to share it with the tens of thousands of people who follow us via social media, in order to help you gain some visibility.Here is the link for your review:
https://www.thebabbleout.com/
health/testosterone/ Please let me know what you think. Thank you for your consideration!
Cheers,
Zoey Miller
Cheers back atcha, Zoey.
These messages tend to assume that I’m way more interested than I am in the subject that I touched on one time a month, or a year, or 10 years ago. Nevertheless, I sometimes click on the link to see what’s being offered, and I did so this time.
And I couldn’t get past the photo used to illustrate the concept of “testosterone:”
Oh, my! Protect me from the scary man, Mama!
Perhaps that’s how I’m supposed to react to this… what shall I call him… raging savage hipster? But it cracked me up. I couldn’t help thinking of the “If Millennials Were Lumberjacks” video I shared recently.
I think he’s going for what The Band was singing about in “Jemima Surrender:”
Jemima Surrender, I’m gonna give it to you,
Ain’t no pretender, gonna ride in my canoe
If I were a barker in a girly show,
Tell ya what I’d do, I’d lock the door, tear my shirt and let my river flow…
But it just doesn’t quite come across that way…
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Maybe they were going for this.
Or this.
Or this.
Or this.
Or maybe this.
Anything but what they ended up with…
Or this.
Or this.
Nope. It had to be this.
There’s not a damn thing you’re gonna be able to do about it.
Call me Snake…
Or this.
That’s Forrest Griffin, who actually wrote a pretty funny book about being a tough guy…
I saw Raging Savage Hipsters open for Rush at the Newberry Opera House in 1984.
If you look at world history, wars, countless fights, sexual violence, murders, and ruined marriages, it may well be that testosterone is Satan’s favorite chemical weapon.
WMD, indeed.
Frequently, he likes to mix it with alcohol…