Welcome to The Mantuary, your refuge from all things woman and sanctuary for all things Man. As The Founding Father, I created The Mantuary shortly after I got married and bought our first home. Before I had even unpacked my Weber grill, there wasn’t a single room in the house that wasn’t being infused with femininity. My BBQ cookbooks were now sitting under her Danielle Steele novels, my trusted pairs of BDU shorts were folded nicely alongside her silk camisoles, and there was no longer room in “our” fridge for a case of “my” beer. It wasn’t long before those things that defined me as a man were headed toward mass extinction.
I came to the realization that something had to give in order for me to keep my sanity and remain a happily married Man. I needed to find a place where a Man is judged by the amount of holes in his pants, where the lights don’t have to be turned on when you’re working, and beer flows freely from a tap. My Mantuary took root in the part of the house that my wife naturally avoided. We had a 3rd garage bay that was used for storage at the time. It was unpainted. It had concrete floors. It was hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Whether you’ve decided to embark on a full-blown remodeling project or you’re simply looking for a place to set up a workbench, remember, it’s all about location.
I’ve had my Mantuary for many years now, and I’ve come to realize that I’m not alone. The phenomenon is definitely starting to catch on. If you haven’t already established your Mantuary there’s no better time than now. Throw up some peg board, hang some tools, find an old recliner, store a case of beer and Be A Man.
– The Founding Father