Ride on any train here in the metro area, and you’re sure to notice it: the scourge of the girly men. Forget the ninjas and Last Samurai manly types of yore, these days being lanky, plucked of brow and fluffed of hair are the “men” the girls like. It’s a little hard for a woman like me to understand. I need a man who can kill a cockroach, after all. If he can drive and/or bench press a tractor, then all the better.
The femi-men are referred to here as “herbivores.” In contrast, an aggressive female is a carnivore. I’m sure there’s lots of giggling going on these days in high school biology classes.
Any drug store or supermarket worth it’s smelling salts carry a section of “men’s cosme,” cosmetics for men. These range from the expected aftershaves and other masculine mystique products that smell a lot like deer pee (in a good way) to pore strips and hair removers for men.
What’s the world coming to, eh? A Japanese friend didn’t believe me when I told her that Tom Seleck was my idea of a top notch manly specimen. She seems to like “moyashiko,” bean sprout boys.
Good for her. More for me!