if you are as fascinated with the pacific northwest (ca. 1982) logging culture as i am:
then this actual article that was actually written should be right up your alley. here is an excerpt from “loggers can’t cry: and other taboos of the northwest woods” by jack estes:
A logger who fails the various tests is also taboo: Can he drink beer all night and still get up in time to catch the crew bus? Does he have the proper attire (stagged pants, cork boots, hickory shirt, long woolies, Logger World suspenders, and metal—not plastic-hard hat)? If he’s been to college, does he keep his education to himself? If he’s a Christian (and, yes, there are some in the woods, often a whole crew of them, in fact), does he avoid trying to convert others or to criticize others for any un-Christian habits? Does he know the language—the jargon, the slang, the rhythms—which are compatible with the profession? Can he chew tobacco (and does he call it “snoose”)? Is his tobacco Copenhagen, or is it some “pussy brand”? Does he go for hours in the field without needing a drink, or is he known for “loving the water bottle?” Does he seem to have too high an opinion of himself, or does he keep his accomplishments quiet? Any of these areas is significant enough to create an ostracism of even a veteran logger.
and then there is this factoid:
Loggers are so tough that they don’t take toilet paper into the woods with them. They’d rather tear offs chunk of their shirts or grab a handful of leaves than be caught with such a sissy convenience.
in addition to having similar names, maybe loggers and bloggers have more in common than one may at first suppose.
