We need to power down our tablets and smartphones, men, and get back to challenging Mother Nature to kill us for our ambition and arrogance, whether it’s stalking a hungry lion or climbing Mount Kilimanjaro.
Dominating at Angry Birds or FarmVille is no way to prove our manhood. You can score badges on Foursquare and become the mayor of a local organic vegan cafe, but wouldn’t you rather score bronze and silver medals of valor like Hemingway did in World Wars I and II?
Wouldn’t you rather learn about life from adventure (and mojito-fueled misadventure) than Wikipedia?
Perhaps Hemingway would approve of a select few online destinations:
• He would love Twitter; his greatest quotes are all 140 characters or less.
• Considering his fondness for kitties, Hemingway would spend countless hours on YouTube and I Can Has Cheezburger?
• Like all men, Papa loathed shopping — the only store where he felt comfortable was Abercrombie & Fitch, back when it distributed sporting goods instead of gay porn — so Amazon would make his purchases quick and painless. Unfortunately Amazon does not stock vintage, wormwood-laced absinthe.
Another plus: Reading For Whom the Bell Tolls on a Kindle or Nook won’t give you carpal tunnel like hefting the damn hardcover.
So technology isn’t all bad; it’s just a problem when the easy shortcuts and addictive distractions make us lazy, incompetent and unable to differentiate between “you’re,” “your” and “ur.” Hemingway advised novelists to “write drunk, edit sober,” whereas Facebook is for writing drunk and editing never.