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This is from yesterday. I just thought it was hilarious.

The Times - Step over to the cave some time and check out the size of my plasma. LA Notebook by Chris Ayres

MALE VALIDATION is hard to come by these days: Modern Man is not required to kill his dinner, tame his transport, or even arm wrestle for his wife. We are peacocks without feathers; bulls without heifers. But not for much longer.

A few days ago, in my local electronics superstore, I discovered the 21st-century way for male respect to be sought and returned. The moment came as I wheeled my new 42in plasma TV into the lift. The doors closed, and suddenly I felt a dozen envious eyes upon me. I glanced around, seeing only other men holding plastic bags of DVDs — and other items less valuable than my monster-sized screen. My fists balled as the lift groaned downwards. Adrenaline began to seep from my pores. And then, as I was preparing to be robbed or beaten — probably both — the men did something wholly unexpected: they broke into applause.

“Dude,” said one of my new friends, his voice thick with admiration. “Sweet TV.”

Suddenly, I was a tribal chief, returning from the morning’s hunt. I imagined drums beating and children dancing. This was not a TV at my feet, but a slain wildebeest — to be held aloft and carried victoriously to the fire! Yes, I had completed an ancient rite of manhood, and proven my skill with a spear — or, in this case, an American Express card.