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The Ultimate Testosterone Task
Not for the faint of heart
by Philip Mondello

Get over it | Face your fears | Have Fun

Skydiving? Yawn. Swimming with Sharks? Been there. Scaling an active volcano? Puh-lease. You want a gut wrenching, spine tingling, hep me I'm hypmotized rush of adrenaline? I got one word for you. One tiny little japanese word that will stop you in your tracks faster than a come hither look from Drew Carey in drag. That's right Kemosabe, I'm talking karaoke.

Wait a second. Aren't you just talking about a cheezy bar gimmick that enables drunken fools to make asses of themselves?
Of course, but is that really a bad thing? Seriously though, there are more insidious facets to the whole exercise. Let's look at this, as we're want to do here at "the tat," from a slightly different perspective. From beyond the blur of beer ears, far from the sober scrutiny of those who just don't yet get it, to a train of thought that will show you how a little song and dance can enrich your life

Imagine if you will, the ultimate guy, the man for whom manliness takes it's razor stubbled, remote control dominating cues from, paralyzed with fear. Hard to fathom, but now that that mountain has been scaled, it's my duty to show you, hapless reader, the path to the peak.

And you thought this wasn't testosterone task worthy. P'shaw.

In case you just tuned in
Karaoke, loosely translated, is Japanese for "you too can be a rock star." Basically, it's a machine that removes the vocal track from any song. Lyrics are displayed on a nearby TV monitor in a follow the bouncing ball kind of way. Drinking establishments across this fine land of ours hold "Karaoke Nights," where those so inclined, pick a favorite tune, get up on stage, and let the fantasy begin.

Things that make you clench
Statistics have shown that public speaking causes more anxiety in more people, regardless of gender, than flying or even jumping out of the damn plane. Up the ante to singing and you can imagine the fright factor rising exponentially.

There are two types of people in this world
Doers and watchers. Or for the purposes of this little bon mot, the kind of folks who throw caution to the wind and have fun, regardless of who's watching, and those of you who sit back with scorn because you're just too cool.

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