I'm a big enough Pearl Jam fan that I'd have heard if Ament had ever come right out and said he was gay, but I figured he didn't want to make a big deal about it either because he's a private person or because his family wasn't comfortable with it.
Only this morning, it's all of 20-something outside, and I get a text from my own legitimately cute husband that it's 50-something inside. She loved her husband - great guy, smart guy, legitimately cute — but was secretly frustrated that he wasn't handy. My dad, who's a man, has about one thousand tools in his garage and I guarantee he's used each one for something useful at least twice. It's not like the hot construction worker trope isn't already out there — from kind-of-sketchy Ty Pennington to kind-of-conservative Mike Rowe.
While Anderson skews a bit too late-model Danny Bonaduce for my taste, I can understand her attraction. I remember once having a conversation with a girlfriend about this. We commiserated and soon enough were reminiscing about our fathers.
It seems that the comely Christina has been practicing her vocal fry on contractor Gary Anderson.
It's the polar vortex, so naturally our furnace goes out. Once, I personally helped him fix our furnace (I held the lamp). But while we talk about the end of men, it's also true that we still live in a world of things.
And so he's calling me, wanting to know what should he do? Well let Daddy tell you: "I don't know how to fix it," he says to her. Tarek and Christina El Moussa making effort to fix marriage I understand that these are received gendered expectations, and it's not as though I have anything against doing the fixing myself. Things that break and need to be fixed, things that need to be assembled and taken upstairs, things that need to be disassembled and put in the basement.