BusinessDay - KATY CHANCE: Metrosexuals all need to man-up:
I don’t know about you, but I am totally over the metrosexual man
KATY CHANCE Published: 2012/02/02 10:34:28 AM
I DON’T know about you, but I am totally over the metrosexual man. (This without ever being under one.) If you are a metrosexual yourself, please understand the fact that I find you as attractive as puff pastry is not personal.
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I have long pooh-poohed the idea that there are primal cerebral and evolutionary reasons for men needing to hunt and gather (women) and women needing to keep the home-fires burning and breed (male offspring, if they knew what was good for them), because humans have simply evolved beyond that. Or at least most women have. We don’t need men to care for us (although a little help would be appreciated, frankly!) and more and more women (in the western world, anyway) are choosing to be single mothers. That these smug women then complain about how hard being a single mother/social martyr is makes me furious, but that is a topic for another diatribe.
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I have a dream: there will come a time when the men will be men and the women will once again be grateful. A time when the working of heavy machinery and backwashing the pool will be the sole domain of men. Real men. Men with just a hint of dirt under their nails. Men who scoff at quiche, both its making and eating. Men who wouldn’t be caught dead reading a column that uses the term pooh-poohed. (KATY CHANCE. Published: 2012/02/02)
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http://askmissa.com/2010/04/08/youve-heard-of-metrosexual-but-what-is-retrosexual/
http://www.businessday.co.za/Articles/Content.aspx?id=164035
2 comments:
The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis — because that’s where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference. (Wikipedia definitions)
Holy Narcissist, Batman! Seems as if the inmates have taken over the institution. I thought haircuts were over priced at ten bucks. We must be from a different century. Does anybody play outside, beside high paid professional metrothletes? Think I'll have another hit of fresh air.
Everything I know is forgotten in the current era. I have not forgotten, though, how the spider webs glisten in morning dew across the field as I head out to count the cows.
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