A Day In the Life of a Bag of Potatoes

Courting days are long over now men, well, what does define a man? Certainly, it is not merely physical? yet one would expect manliness to involve some sort of strength? Does a man let a woman cry? Does a man make a woman cry? Honey DO this! Honey move-do that! The theater is mostly empty now, no sedans emptying bushel loads of kids, no popcorn flying through Saturday afternoon’s air. The kids are reigned in plopped in front of laptops, too elastically rubber-kneed to walk more than from the bed to the chair. I mean the lounge chair, where they slouch in perpetuity. A decade or two of days to reframe two generations of total couch potatoes. They sit glued to their IPhone, IPods, Kindle’s not writing, not composing but gaming. It’s enough to make a mother cry, daily. Fathers rush down packed highways, single sardines in smaller and smaller cans, toward their own desktop comps. Carpal tunnel runs rampant over the populous. Emptying box, after box of environmentally correct reused paper tissues and green nappies into landfills, online they bet on the daily double.