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The tragedy is that the Milkman never needed to be watched. And the Showerboy cannot bear to be alone. To bridge them is to remember that real manhood is not the lather on your skin. It is the cold glass of milk left on the stoop for a stranger, with no one around to applaud.

Consider the fluids.

We have mistaken the gym-sculpted physique for strength. But strength is the ability to bear weight quietly. The Showerboy can lift a barbell, but can he lift the loneliness of the predawn route? The Milkman could. He did it every day. Milkman-showerboys

We need to admit that the Showerboy is a ghost, too. He is a ghost of a more prosperous, more empty time. He showers endlessly because he feels unclean from a life of no consequence. He performs masculinity because he has forgotten what it actually feels like to be necessary. The tragedy is that the Milkman never needed to be watched