Does Adrienne Brodeur think Man Camp is a good idea, and why or why not?
Is there a way to answer this that won’t get me in trouble? OK. At the risk of sounding incredibly sexist, here goes: At one point in time – many, many, many years ago – following a particularly unsuccessful romantic weekend at a rustic cabin in the woods (yes, Chapter 3 is slightly autobiographical), a certain boyfriend of mine showed himself to be rather incompetent in the realm of the masculine arts: he couldn’t build a fire, practically leapt into my arms at the hoot of an owl, and (the kicker) didn’t know where to place the cables to jump start our car when the battery died. So, had you asked me that weekend if I thought an actual Man Camp was a good idea, I’d probably have given a resounding: YES! I maintain, however, that there is a curious phenomenon at play when it comes to gender roles in urban environments – they blur. When I returned from the aforementioned (un)romantic getaway, I realized that my city girlfriends had vastly different complaints about their boyfriends than
