You use duct tape to put things together and WD-40 to take them apart. What more could a man need in his toolbox? A lot more, actually. You’re going to want a whole toolbox full of tools…and maybe this carpenter’s axe.
However, did you know that there are over 2,000 practical uses for WD-40? It’s pretty versatile stuff, making it one of the most useful tools in your work area. But you know this already because not only did your dad use it, but your grandfather used it as well. Having been around for over 50 years, it’s officially a staple to most men’s tool belts.
Because of this, we decided to scour the laundry list of WD-40′s potential uses on their website and narrow them down for you guys. Here are twenty practical uses for WD-40. If you’d like to add any, just drop us a line, and we’ll add it to the list. Continue reading →
We’re not going to teach you how to shave. We’re sure you already know how to. Your father already took care of that life lesson a long time ago, which may be the sole reason why some of you may have decided to nix shaving altogether to grow gnarly, Paul Bunyan-esque beards. And there’s certainly nothing wrong with that. We love how rebellious beards are.
However, there’s a lot of bullshit scattered about the shaving industry that has plagued men’s faces as well as their wallets for decades. We think every man, bearded or not, should be made aware of these shenanigans and move to restore the sanctity of the classic male shave. Here’s to the evolution of shaving and why it’s a rip-off. Continue reading →
Love him or hate him, he’s your dad. The guy’s been trying to motivate you and push you forward for years. Likewise, if he’s anything like my dad was, he’s also been quick to knock you down a few pegs whether you needed it or not.
That said, Father’s Day is right around the corner and there are tons of gift ideas surfacing on the Internet. Lots of them involve whiskey or bacon, which aren’t awful ideas. And whereas I would love those gifts, there are actual fathers out there who would prefer a bit more creativity.
I know that if my old man were still around, I’d take a crack at making it a worthwhile day. He was a hard ass, but I’d still make the effort. Maybe I’d take him to the barbershop for a classic shave. Or maybe I’d grill up some of his favorite meats while sharing a few brews. Or maybe I’d actually get my hands dirty and help him finish some project he’d most likely have been working on. Who knows? Maybe this time I’d have been able to do a little more than simply holding the damn flashlight for him. Continue reading →
Last night, I was fortunate enough to attend a rooftop pig roast and bourbon tasting by Knob Creek on the west side of Manhattan. I still remember receiving the invite weeks ago and thinking to myself, “Wow. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to miss this.”
After a series of quick train rides into the city, I was among the first to arrive. Upon my arrival, I was so excited that I actually blew right past the person who was supposed to sign me in and made my way straight to the bar. She eventually chased me down, took my name and all was right in the world…mostly because, by that time, I was already sipping on a glass of Single Barrel on a rooftop in NYC overlooking the East River at sunset.
The night unfolded effortlessly with only a few minor weather hiccups. I mingled, I drank and I had my fair share of a deliciously roasted pig that was prepared by celebrity chef Michael Symon. It was a grand evening. By the end of the night, everyone was schmoozing and having a lot of fun. Perhaps even too much fun.
As Symon was finishing up his demonstration for a grilled glazed pineapple dessert, the North American Bourbon Ambassador for Jim Beam, Adam Harris, came out and began to extol the virtues of Knob Creek. One of the model-esque cocktail waitresses came up to me and handed me and everyone else a tumbler filled with something new. Something strikingly different. It’s aroma filled my nostrils with a sweet, almost candy-like scent, it was all I could do not to go ahead and take the first sip, but figured I’d show some restraint. That’s when Mr. Harris hit us with the news. Continue reading →
Take a whiff of yourself. If you still smell like high school, stop it.
I don’t have to look too far back to recall the misguided fumblings of yesteryear in an attempt to clear the hurdles of teenage body odor. In fact, I think it was something we were all guilty of. For the most part, we were all guilty of grabbing the free mini-samples doled out by our gym teachers in the locker room. Shave gel. Stick deodorants. Gel sticks with ridiculously named scents like Arctic Blast, Glacial Spring, Frost Mint, and other scents that sounded more like rejected brands of menthol cigarettes.
What were we to do? We were young, careless and mostly didn’t know any better as we slathered ourselves with shave gel to tame our peach fuzz along with pungent deodorant and five too many mists of a $13 cologne.
However, as adults, a significant number of men are flagrantly guilty of still smelling like these high school locker rooms. Only now, before the big night out, they slap on a fancy cologne weighing in at $50 an ounce muddled with the same Ocean Rush body wash, the same Mountain Fresh shampoo, the same Cool Spirit deodorant and the same Electro-Blue shave gel that they have been abusing for the past ten years.