January 29th, 2017

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January 29th, 2017

I’ve spent a lot of time over the last two years or so trying to decide what my masculinity feels like, what it is. Marc Maron’s is one I appreciate and can wear like a costume, but it isn’t mine.

This is in no way a criticism of it, but an observation. One that I find more and more interesting as he gets older (well, and as I do too) and it both softens in some ways and sharpens in others.

He’s still my favorite comedian. I still hear his voice in my head sometimes when I’m about to go off on a rant about something (sometimes asking me if that’s really what I want to do and other times giving me a “Yeah! Get ’em!”). But I’m just not destined to be Marc Maron when I grow up.

And that’s okay.

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