We noted a couple months ago that the word growlery had been pulled from the concise edition of the Oxford English Dictionary and implored all citizens of the Internet to save this word, which means "a place to growl in." This word is self-evidently necessary to the right-functioning of the world.
As such, it is incumbent upon all writers to work the word growlery into any and all works dealing with the topic of dens or man-caves. So it was with grave disappointment that Becca Rosen and I came across "Man-Cave Masculinity" in Slate. It is not just logically possible to use the word in this piece; this story is about growleries and the progressively lamer growls of 20th-century manhood!
Study man-cave utterances ("This is everything and more of what I've ever wanted in a basement") and you begin to see fear. You see confusion. You see men galloping into the adulthood like Leon Lett running toward the end zone in Super Bowl XXVII. That this unsteady manliness would be celebrated with big-screens and kegerators and Golden Tee machines is part of what makes it so touching.
So, shame on you, Slate! Shame. On. You. Everyone has to do his or her part to ensure that the growlery is not lost.