Why is it that men who would never be caught dead cooking in the kitchen are suddenly Julia Child when the venue switches to outdoors? The same men, who would never dream of frying hamburgers in a skillet, wrestle—as if their very manhood is in question—the spatula away from their wives to cook hamburgers on the grill. Women can't be trusted on a grill, you know. That's man's work.
I wouldn't complain except that most of these guys overcook the hell out of the meat. Or worse, they char it black on the outside without cooking it on the inside. Mmmm, bloody charcoal briquettes.