All I can say is, it’s about bloody time!
Being that I sail, I tend to hang with men. Not fashionable men, not squirmy men, but honest to God men. We race boats, drink, and are men in all our faults, bravado, and cockiness. We’re not squishy, or afraid to break a nail, and don’t have a six-pack generally (unless it’s cold beer), and we do not shop at The Gap.
And don’t get me started on the smart, capable, and interesting women! Women who are all women. They ooze womanliness. Women who like men. Sweaty men. Men who drink and curse and make blue jokes. Women who us men are barely worthy of and who make us better men by being the true women they are. Yin and Yang – look it up.
As I have sat in my manliness bubble and wondered what has happened to men and manliness in general (need I say to see the Bieber haircut as a prime example – by the way, mine is a #1 clipper on the sides, a #6 on top, and tapered in the back) , it is good to see there are those who feel the same as I do.
I will now wear the Retrosexual label proudly.
About. Damn. Time.