Metrosexual
revolution shatters gender differences
Molly Stewart
Manicures, facials, jewelry, makeup — these are the tools women use to
look beautiful and more attractive. Or at least
they used to be.
Now, with the influence of famous celebrities such as Jude Law and Brad Pitt,
there is an alarming increase of men starting to hoard their girlfriend’s
moisturizing cream instead of her hidden stash of Butterfingers.
More commonly
referred to as “metrosexuals,” these men love getting their hair
and nails done more than they love lying on the couch in their underwear drinking
beer.
I prefer the days when men were men. Men smell, they are hairy and they scratch
themselves. They don’t spend three hours a day on their hair or gossip
with their girlfriends about whether or not their top is “too slutty.”
The gorgeous soccer star David Beckham recently shaved his armpits and adorned
his fingers with pink nail polish. He has already been shaving his chest, wearing
loads of jewelry and sporting long, expertly highlighted locks for years.
He
is the definition of the metrosexual, a man who is straight but enjoys stereotypical
gay things such as fashion magazines, shopping, dieting and beauty treatments.
The media is partly to blame for this disturbing phenomenon. The recently launched “Men’s
Vogue” displays a dapper George Clooney in an expensive suit, while the
mega-hit “Desperate Housewives” features hottie Jesse Metcalf sporting
a smooth chest and waxed eyebrows.
Are these men the new role models for the average Joe? Personally, I cringe whenever
I see a guy wearing a pink Oxford shirt, buying vanilla-scented body lotion or
asking if he looks fat in his Diesel
jeans.
Do your toiletries consist of a bar of soap, a razor and a year-old toothbrush?
Then you are definitely not a metrosexual, according to a “Are You a Metrosexual?” quiz.
The quiz opens with the line, “Start, you sassy thing!”
Another question asks whether you get your hair cut at the corner barbershop
or a fashionable
salon where “hair dressers” named Franc or Fabian give you sun-kissed
highlights.
Another question inquires about what men have gotten waxed, to which
the macho man would reply, “My truck.” The metrosexual answer would
be his chest, back, eyebrows and something else I’d rather not mention.
Metrosexuals drink Cosmopolitans and wine coolers instead of Bud Light. They
also proudly read “US Weekly” and “Glamour” instead of “Maxim” and “Stuff.”
They
would rather comment on how someone needs to force-feed Nicole Richie a Big Mac
immediately and that Tom and Katie will never last instead of drooling over the
latest tan, blonde bombshell in body oil and a bikini gracing the latest “FHM.”
These
men claim to be straight, but with homes Martha Stewart would envy, I can’t
help but question their sexuality.
Guys are supposed to have dirty apartments
where it looks like a brewery, fast-food joint and dumpster threw up all over
them. They’re guys. It’s what separates them from girls.
Most women can spend eight hours shopping for the perfect pair of pinkish-gold
strappy sandals with a 4-inch heel that are easy to walk in, not too expensive
and look sexy. Most men would rather forgo women, TV and beer for a month. Well,
maybe not women.
But the majority of guys prefer to spend their time debating the best Doritos
flavor over Monday Night Football than pouring over glossy fashion magazines
featuring titles such as, “101 Ways to Please Your Man,” “50
Ways to Be a Better Girlfriend,” and “Sexy Hair: Fall’s New
Styles.” At least, men who are not metrosexuals would. ”
Call me old-fashioned, but I like guys who do not talk about their how many calories
were in that apple martini they just gulped down.
They’re too busy staring
at the hot body with the slutty top who just walked into the room.
Molly Stewart is a freshman journalism major.
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