How can you tell a man? By the way he handles himself under adverse conditions.
Yes, this is a phrase more suited to war, famine, zombie attack or actual hardship. But it applies under even the meekest of circumstances. And with great pride, I shout out loud: “I AM A MAN.”
Because I rode my bike to work in PISSING RAIN, with one hand. BOOM. That’s right, sports fans, I gripped it and ripped it, navigating the ridiculously dangerous streets of Shanghai with a huge golf umbrella gripped in my dudely paw. Puddles? Pffft. Maniac drivers and scooter riders? MOVE ASIDE, MERE MORTALS. Traffic jams on footpath and street? I ONLY SEE GAPS AND OPPORTUNITIES FOR PROGRESS.
So much satisfaction.