The Perfect Guy Analysis

In Michael Kimmel’s non-fiction academic book chapter: “Bros Before Hos: The Guycode” is an excerpt from his critically acclaimed book Guyland released in 2008, that addresses the ideals and fundamentals of where masculinity stems from and society’s direct effect on young men and the creation of the modern day masculine male. Michael Kimmel’s combination of credible resources, informative personal research, and real-life personal narratives that help to establish and support his strong and feasible argument, of societies effect on male masculinity, that readers alike can relate to and understand.

The story begins with a Grandmother trying to convince her son, Bailey and daughter in law to take a vacation in East Tennessee rather than Florida because of the escape of an escaped convict known as the Misfit and the children have already been there (Kirszner & Mandell, 2012). The Grandmother’s grandson states that she should just stay home, in which the granddaughter replied that she would not want to miss anything, as she had to always go where the family went. The Grandmother dressed as a lady, and was the first in the car, hiding her cat in a basket so her son did not see it. “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” written by (Mary) Flannery O’Connor is about a grandmother who reminisces with her grandchildren on the good versus evil in the world.

“She would have been a good woman,” The Misfit said, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life,” (O’Conner pg. 418). In Flannery O’Conner’s short story, “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” she explained the dynamics of how the grandmother is an unlikely recipient of grace, she related the actions of the Misfit with religion, and also, the intangible definitions of a good man. The short story is about a family going on a trip to Florida, but the grandmother did not want to go on this trip. She wanted to go to Tennessee, but since she lived with her son Bailey she went with them where they wanted to go. While on the drive the grandmother remembers about a plantation she went to when she was a young lady. Bailey decides

The following morning the crisp air and golden sun flowed brilliantly into her room through the open window. The posts of the window where scratched up wood with an old part of a blond colored sheet covering it. Her sleepy eyes blinked slowly as the day began. After a whole evening and morning with the thought of school, a tornado of yes, no, maybe, and back again spiraling around. This went on about the dreary feeling morning. Her usual smile upside down and the sides drooping far down. When she finally got up and out of the rickety, springy feeling frame of the puffy stuffing, cloud like bed. Hesitantly climbing down the ladder

The days were getting longer as they kept on driving through the cold rain and the humid sunlight. Julie’s son, Michael was on the verge of becoming 12 years old, and since their family wasn’t in town, they had to drive all day and night to San Francisco, California. Not to mention the drive all the way back. They had a large family, but, Julie was the only one to move and start her own life in a new environment. No one in her family even thought twice about coming to visit Michael, instead they had to travel in a dreary car all day long(Forever Grateful).

“Come help me unload this luggage, now” she half screamed half whispered. He walked to her and got his bags and put them next to his bed for the night. He laid out his P.J’s and put them on his bed like his mother told him to. He took a shower quickly and got ready for bed. As he was getting ready to go to bed, he heard a noise coming from the living room. He stood up and started walking. He was thinking “why did I have to come on this trip. I told her I don’t like hotels”.

I was plopped down on the concrete porch, on its edge, and my long, lanky legs dangled just shy of our red-brick walkway. I glanced around, up, and down, and then I buried my frail chin between my knotty knees. “I left Baby Doll in the house. Aunt Bird bought Baby Doll for me, for my birthday. I’m 5.” I whimpered into the early-morning-breeze that swirled lightly around me. “I’m gonna take Baby Doll with me to get Momma’s sugar.”

Aileana decided she should take a walk into town to see if any of her friends might be out and about. It was a magnificent sunny day, now that the morning mist had burned off. As she walked along the sidewalk in town, the smell of the ocean and green hills made her feel so wonderful and content. She could genuinely appreciate the splendor of the country here, she loved that you were able to see the rolling hills and rocky creags. It was so different from the San Fernando Valley where she

The passage was gloomy and cold. The kitchen lights were off and the only light came from the outside porch. When she opened the back door, a fine mist of rain whipped around the corner of the house. It sprayed her face like fairy dust from a rain cloud. And as she stood on the doorstep, Clog smelt the damp air and sought out the nearest bush. He hated the rain. And he hated the dark.

She needed a break. She ran towards her room and slammed the door. It was a mess, clothes thrown everywhere, papers littered the floor… everything skewed out of place. She dropped her book bag down and flopped onto her bed. It has been a long couple of day. Really long. She knew that she probably… no… was being selfish. Her mother spent long hours at the hospital watching over

A simple life in this simple town was easy. Marylyn and Bobby, the children’s parents, had spent the warm, summer day inside. They were listening to The Mills Brothers on the brown radio with the perfect sound and crispy crackles of the station. They were talking about the many bills they had to pay that month as their voices slowly increased in volume. The kids, Donna and Little Jimmy, were outside annoying and nagging one another, until they heard their parent’s deep voices from the other side. As the kids stopped talking so did the parents. Silence arose between their paths and a lack of serenity was near. The earth underneath them had moved and the family heard a noise.

She had just gotten home from school. This would usually be the time when she would do her homework while her parents were still at work. But, today would be different. She had just sat down on the couch when she was startled by her mom. “Mom!” She jumped up from the couch. “Why aren’t you at work?”. Her mom’s light green eyes looked fearful, like she was afraid to tell Gabbie the truth. “Honey, I need to tell you something,” she sighed. “We’re moving to Oklahoma.” She braced herself for Gabbie’s response, but she was silent and just stood there for a moment in shock.

“I had a dream I was seven, climbing my way up a tree. I saw a piece of heaven, waiting, impatient, for me,” she mumbled. Ellissa pushed the covers away from her and stood up from the bed. Barefoot, she stumbled toward her bathroom and stood in front of her sink. The baby blue wallpaper with white cherry blossoms in her small bathroom greeted her as warm sunlight filtered in through the tiny window. She pushed her dark hair away from her face to stare at her reflection in the mirror. An array of tiny freckles was splattered across her nose and cheekbones, resembling star constellations in a pale sky. Her eyes were big, gray specks in her pale face. They were storms in her frail form ready to start thundering at any moment. Ellissa opened the tap and washed her face, drying it with a small white towel next to the vanity. Yawning very widely, she went back to her room to get dressed. Unlike her colorful imagination, Ellissa’s bedroom was almost bare. The walls were painted a light beige to match her bed sheets, and there were no decorations. There was a large painter’s canvas on a stand next to a large window. Stepping over the sketch pads on the floor, Ellissa walked to the window and opened it, a gentle breeze moving her sheer curtains. She breathed in the fresh air and stared out across the meadow. The sun was rising― the sky painted in streaks of purple, blue, and gold, and she could hear the early birds chirping. Oh, how the view gave her life! Just a year below being a

Mrs. Johnson awoke up to the sound of birds as the sun shone in her window. Today will be a great day, she thought. She made a big breakfast for her husband, Mr. Johnson, and then after that she went for the door. “Don’t forget your Hershey's!” Mr. Johnson exclaimed. “Oh, thank you,” she replied as she grabbed them. As she walked out the door she felt a cool autumn breeze. She smiled to everyone she passed, and even helped an old lady cross the street. When she got to her bus, she gave up her seat to many other people. When she finally got to her stop, she thanked the bus driver and paid him a big tip. She walked off of the bus and saw a child crying on a picnic bench. She walked up to him and asked him what was wrong. He told her, “I lost my momma in all of these people and I can’t find her.” Mrs. Johnson took the boy to the police station and stayed with him as they waited until his mom came in. “Thank you, thank you for taking my son here.” The mother said relieved to Mrs. Johnson. “Oh, your welcome!” Mrs. Johnson told her.

Next we were off to my grandparents house. I dash through the door and hug my grandad. He sits me on top of the cream counter and smiles. He asks me, “Did you have a good day?” I grin and shake my head frantically up and down. I hop off the counter and walk toward the door only for my dad to stop me. “Autumn, don’t go outside. We aren’t staying long,” he proclaims. I sigh, making my way back into the kitchen. As I am about to sit down, my dad walks around the corner into the living room. I quietly rush towards the door and slip outside.