• Will you punch my Mancard?

I squealed yesterday when, at the corner of State and Randolph, a beefy gentleman with a sharp haircut handed unto me a small glossy card. A furniture sale? No! It was the Mancard, and it declared me an Official Member Since Birth, but with a caveat: Don’t Get It Revoked! It was not clear if Mancards were being handed out to just any old Joe, or only to the particularly fey ones.

I also wondered: How does one get one’s Mancard revoked? Luckily it’s explained in the small print: