Girly men
I’m not homophobic and I’m not filled with angst against metrosexuals or whatever we’re calling well-groomed men these days. But I’m with this guy. Bonus points because the original article is written by a gay dude. A man should know how to do certain things (like how to operate tools, build a fire, set up a secret bank account that his wife doesn’t know about*, drive a stick, fire a rifle, clean a dead critter for consumption, etc. You know, basic things). Many men lack enough male influence in their lives and don’t learn these skills.
And, ferchrissakes, I can’t stand to see a grown man order a pumpkin spice latte. I don’t care if it is a seasonal blend of holiday goodness.
* I’m kidding. That’s just in there to see if my wife is reading.
November 28th, 2006 at 12:13 pm
I order my pumpkin spice lattes from my car, so no one knows.
November 28th, 2006 at 12:28 pm
A lot of the younger women I hang around seem to really dig this type of guy, and the “preeners” I know seem to attract a lot more women than I do π Maybe it’s just adapting to what works? I agree with you though. I wouldn’t preen even if it does work. I just don’t have the energy (or fashion sense) for that crap.
November 28th, 2006 at 1:14 pm
I don’t know about metrosexual, but I tend to think people (men or women) should just be themselves and not worry with “shoulds.”
I’m not impressed by anyone who can’t drive a stick, but I don’t think it’s a requirement.
November 28th, 2006 at 1:16 pm
But… but.. but… it’s tasty… I like my pumpkin spice lattes…
I also like the feeling I get from stripping automotive relays to clean the contacts instead of paying $20 for new ones. And when Im done with that and changing the ECM on my project “racing” car, I’m going to go down to starbucks and order any darned $5 drink I choose π
November 28th, 2006 at 1:52 pm
Is it OK if I put peppermint schnapps in my coffee with the Bailey’s?
November 28th, 2006 at 1:58 pm
I like pumpkin spice lattes too. I feel a grudge match coming on.
November 28th, 2006 at 2:50 pm
I actually tried a pumpkin spice latte, and I’m not sure how anyone drinks it. It tasted like coffee mixed with elf snot.
November 28th, 2006 at 4:11 pm
Well then color me gay.
Pumpkin spice lattes (and eggnog lattes) are two of my seasonal weaknesses.
is it even worse that I don’t change my own oil (and really don’t know my way around a car’s engine)?? Do I get bonus points back for being able to frame my own room and hang sheetrock?
November 28th, 2006 at 4:34 pm
What the hell is a “latte”?
November 28th, 2006 at 7:05 pm
Expensive coffee and expensive milk.
November 28th, 2006 at 8:11 pm
Since Brittney’s too modest to link to one of her own posts, I will.
November 28th, 2006 at 8:15 pm
Sebastian: Women often don’t like to admit it, and will openly lie about it, but they dig manly, capable, confident men. Don’t be fooled.
There has been an on-going effort for many decades now, to emasculate America and the West, and to a large extent it has been successful. This stems from envy, suspicion and fear of strength, coming from the far Left and those with socialist tendencies.
Interesting thing about the coffee: I went into a local espresso shop just the other day to order a latte (no flavor– why ruin good coffee?). There has been one of the W.W.II ads on the till– the “Pour yourself a nice cup of shut-the-f%$#-up” poster, plus a life-size standup of John Wayne in full cowboy regalia, holding a Winchester. Only this time there were four clipped-haired 50 year-old scowling women in there, all of whom went full silent upon my entering the place, and I noticed the John Wayne stand-up had been fitted with an apron and some bright bead necklaces, and the W.W.II poster had had a moustache drawn on it.
This goes straight to the article– Masculinity is now something to be ridiculed, and openly so, by elements of “fashionable society. Screw ’em if they can’t take it, the miserable little pussies, whiners and disfunctional complainers. I’ll be around for quite a while yet, to come to their rescue when the going gets rough.
And the gay thing has nothing really to do with it. Sure there is a gay movement within the far Left, but there are also plenty of hard-core libertarian gays who pack heat and know the meaning of Liberty. I know some of them. They’re part of our local shooting club.
November 28th, 2006 at 10:55 pm
>Pumpkin spice lattes (and eggnog lattes) are two of my seasonal weaknesses.
Don’t be too proud of these caffeinated wonders you’ve consumed, the ability to froth egg nog is insignificant next to the power of the Shamrock Shake.
November 28th, 2006 at 11:54 pm
Me, I agree with Lazarus Long:
Not that I’m much good at more than half of those things. Yet.
November 29th, 2006 at 4:18 am
Chalk me up as another one of the froo-froo coffee types. (Although I’m partial to the gingerbread ones) I don’t usually like to pay for coffee, so when I do, I usually get something relatively un-coffee like. The free, office coffee, however, I want to be strong enough to stay in the mug if I were to turn it upside-down. If it were up to me, I’d brew my Tuesday coffee on Monday and let it sit on the hot plate for 24 hours before drinking.
November 29th, 2006 at 10:32 am
Montag’s time machine goes to overdrive.
Uncle, when did you learn how to use tools? I seem to remember that disassembling a Bobcat was beyond your comfort level (along with wiring a 110 outlet to 220)!
I do remember the exploding socks thing, so you and Aunt have fire building licked.
BTW, new car porn at my journal!
November 29th, 2006 at 10:33 am
Not a coffee person myself. Never could see why anyone would drink something that nasty without drowning it with some kind of flavor. Now a good cup of Earl Grey or Irish Breakfast, that’s a whole ‘nuther animal. But speaking on pumpkin flavored, I do like the Pumpkin Ale from Buffalo Bill’s Brewery. Quite tasty.
November 29th, 2006 at 10:54 am
Oh, and for my standard Starbucks order it is a standard Venti Mocha. All 3 Starbucks on Crystal Drive in Arlington, VA know my order. Yes, there are three between 23rd Street and 15th Street, plus a Caribu Coffee shop.
Soon, that drive through Starbucks on Kingston Pike in Knoxville will know it too!
November 29th, 2006 at 11:53 am
I’m comfortable enough in my masculinity to drink pumpkin spice lattes if I want to, but I’m also comfortable enough in my being comfortable that I don’t have to drink them ‘cuz they taste like crap. I usually stick to regular lattes or mochas, which I always order large but the end up giving me something venty. Not sure why they call it venty, as the hole to drink it through isn’t much of a vent (unless they mean the dimunitive “-y,” as in “cute l’il vent,” and not the adjectively “-y,” as in “of or pertaining to vents”).
November 29th, 2006 at 8:01 pm
hazelnut coffee in a regular percolator. Manly and anachronistic. Or is that just old and cranky?
December 1st, 2006 at 2:47 pm
Foamy says it best here and here
NSFW, as usual.
December 1st, 2006 at 4:12 pm
[…] The wife just called and said So, where’s the secret bank account? […]