This has to be one of the prime examples of how this country is losing its way. A Writer at Slate.com posted a long personal psychoanalysis of how troubled he is as a male feminist that he loves the male oriented art of grilling.
"I hate that I love to grill. It’s not that I’m inclined to vegetarianism or that I otherwise object to the practice itself. But I’m uncomfortable with the pleasure I take in something so conventionally masculine. Looming over the coals, tongs in hand, I feel estranged from myself, recast in the role of suburban dad. At such moments, I get the sense that I’ve fallen into a societal trap, one that reaffirms gender roles I’ve spent years trying to undo. The whole business feels retrograde, a relic of some earlier, less inclusive era."