I just saw a small clip on the Winnie-the-Pooh reboot that's listed to release in July of this year. I was about three seconds away from shedding a few tears. I know that is truly pathetic on my part but keep reading.
Growing up, I had some staples in my life: Fraggle Rock, Winnie-the-Pooh and Teddy Ruxpin (along with the Muppets). I would watch these shows and sometimes I would get sad that they were not real, living creatures that I could interact with. So as I'm watching this one clip of Pooh, Rabbit and Piglet, my heart kind of hurt because it made me remember all the great memories from my childhood and how I kind of wish, just for a few minutes, I could stop growing up.
With that being said, I think maybe I realize why men are "retrograding." Growing up has plenty of blessings but it also is very, very hard. Being considered an adult freaks me out. I constantly forget that I'm 24 until I get to the gym and have to enter my age on the elliptical machine. I feel too young to have to act this old.
So, perhaps that's one way I can empathize (a little) with men. Maybe getting obliterated, acting immature and irresponsible is a way for them to release themselves from dealing with adulthood, like how I listen to 80s music incessantly or will go anywhere and see or do anything that might remotely remind me of being a kid. I still don't think getting hammered every weekend is a healthy way to express that feeling but hey, that's life.
By the way, do we even know what a pooh is? Winnie the Pooh? I mean... I kind of feel bad for the little tyke. He's a bear and essentially has had his species renamed to "a turd" because it sounds better than "Winnie the Bear." So they made up this thing called a Pooh Bear. Poor little guy.