On Tuesday morning I was driving to work, and I passed a very wiry young black man walking down the street.
Wearing a pair of lowriders and a wife beater.
Carrying a purple umbrella over his head to keep the sun off him.
I've been laughing about him ever since. THAT'S a man who has no doubts about his masculinity.
Plus, if you gave him cheek about it he could either beat you with it or stick it through your ribs. He COULD. But I have the feeling he'd just smile and shrug and go about his business.