I’m seeing all these mancaves and it makes me super envious. Freud would say my house and I are not physically equipped to have a mancave, but we want one, and the power it represents. I’m going to indulge my boyish nature, appropriate some hormones and rename my little studio. I’ve got some of the accoutrements already.
My mancave has a chair named Bernhard because that’s a man’s name.
My mancave has a manual typewriter because it’s bromantic.
My mancave has a Native American blanket because bold, masculine graphic.
My mancave has a picture of a beautiful woman, because beautiful women.
My mancave has genuine spiderwebs because Spidermancave.
My mancave has a dog because man’s best friend.
My mancave has an X-Acto knife in it because get off my lawn.
I understand every mancave needs a sign on the door, and you’ll be glad to know mine does have a sign on the door. My daughter (the beautiful woman whose picture graces the cave) gave it to me. It says “Mom,” in honor of Thoreau's mom, who washed his clothes for him.
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