Last year there was that meme floating around about how often men think about ancient Rome. It was a fun observation, but didn't really ring true for me. If you drew a composite sketch of what a Rome-loving man might look like, he'd probably enjoy history, read fantasy, and play Dungeons & Dragons.
As Snoop Dogg once rapped, "He is I and I am him."
When I learned other men were dreaming about Ancient Rome, I assumed they were picturing military conquest or maybe centurions in leather skirts. But who knows? It's not a daydream I traded in. I do think the entire premise is a bit sus, though accurate in spirit: Men are preoccupied.1 It's just with an entirely different empire.
The National Football League.2
Obviously not everyone loves the NFL. I'm trusting the subject of this article is sufficiently self-selecting, and therefore I can speak in sweeping generalities. If you're just here because you love my stuff: Be welcome. I'll try to throw in some dick jokes to keep things on the level.
