I’ve been working fairly steadily on my personal manifesto: Modern Manhood. Of course, I recognize manifestos are the province of the insane, but hear me out. I wrote the first draft of this right after I turned thirty. I was going through a relatively rough patch in my life at the time (not to say any of us are ever completely out of the woods) and I was reading a lot of different books and learning to adjust to a new part of the US: The South. I was born and raised as a Midwestern.
The thing that separates this Jerry Maguire memo from others is that I didn’t simply, photocopy it, quite my job and steal the fish. I let it sit for a year and have only recently returned to it and asked: should I publish this? So I went over it several times, developed smoother transition statements to tie things together; I podcasted it as an abriged, self-narrated version complete with rock-n-roll garageband loops; I added in subheadings to make it easier to follow; and, finally, I developed a cover image.
Why was I so compelled to do all these things? Right at about the time I turned 30 (my whatever-life-crisis) I realized that I had been blindly cruising through life without various key pieces of information. Undoubtedly, many of us have this feeling often as we mature. For me these accumulated insights had reached an agitatingly-large critical mass that had to be written down and read to be understood. Though many of these pieces of information were available scattered throughout various books, I felt at that time a nostalgic wish to have been giving a brief pamphlet at, say, eighteen that explained the various underpinnings of modern life that can cause such confusion and frustration in men.