We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Real men use a small paring knife, razor sharp. The objective is to peel very thin and leave the most fruit. Time is not the most important factor but speed is a good thing. With practice, it can be done swiftly. Time outs for big plays on the telly don't count against the clock. Removing a skin in one piece is good for bonus points. Eating some apple slices is almost a requirment and goes well with the bourbon you are working on.
Real men take this project out onto the back porch or in cold weather by the hearth, where they sit and whittle on the apples till the little woman says it's enough, gives you a peck on the cheek and compliments you for leaving most of the fruit intact. Whereupon she grabs the bowl of apples, retreats into the kitchen and giggles with the other females about how anal you are about apple peeling. You don't care, you just earned a kitchen pass for at least two cocktails.
The French chef in the white dress on the video probably does streching excercises before he comes to work.