We men have a default for action. So when the apocalypse arrives, we donâ€™t plan on hunkering down, or trying to plant new crops.
No, we will hit the road, even if we donâ€™t know where weâ€™re going and, believe me, weâ€™re not asking directions. For us, the idea is to keep moving.
My own personal take on the apocalypse is that it wonâ€™t be awesome, and it wonâ€™t be like a movie. It will be grimy, and personal hygiene will suffer, but the reason itâ€™s called the apocalypse is that life will get cruel, short, and random, leaving precious few lines of witty dialogue to speak, or elegantly-staged action sequences to unfold. […]