My beloved had to have a blood test, and so I joined her for the fun. This is the third year in a row that we do this together. As the tests show, both of us are in pretty good shape. But I am not about to boast about the results. Rather, I am quite surprised by my selective reading of the results. Namely, I could not care less about sugar and cholesterol, among other tests. All I cared about was the condition of my prostate, which had been in good shape so far. Even though prostrate cancer is a serious concern with men, and especially those of my age, my exclusive focus has to do with something much more primitive: manliness. Apparently, this is all I really cared about. Manliness! Ridiculous, to say the least. Which is precisely why I am reporting it to all and sundry without any delay. Yet another proof of manliness, to be sure.