The Latest Indignity: I took a bath

How many ways is this disease gonna find to undermine my masculinity? Women take baths. Men take showers.  This is a hard-and-fast rule of sex role definition. Last time I took a bath was about 20 years ago after I fell off a horse and got a bruise the size of a rib-steak on my arse. My wife finally convinced me to take a hot bath. I grabbed a 6-pack and did it. But it felt weird. So now I am battling mega-rash and running out of ideas. My wife says, "why don't you have a bath with these special salt things?".   (You know how they pronounce "baaaw-th"... it comes out like with a british accent or something.) I did it.  You just lay there. There's nothing to do.  OK, it's a bit amusing when those bubbles come out of nowhere, but basically the experience is useless. Where does it all end on this whole masculinity thing?  Is it gonna be me and Capnhardass and Russ (maybe call Marty over) sitting on a couch watching Sleepless in Seattle?  Passing the kleenex box around?  Sipping little drinks with umbrellas? I'm telling you... it's outta control. Good luck out ther boys and girls.  Or should I just say girls?   J