There has been considerable chatter of late about a word recently introduced into the lexicon of single life: metrosexual.

 

A metrosexual is single.

 

A metrosexual is neat.

 

A metrosexual is refined.

 

A metrosexual spends more money than is practical on beauty products and Italian shoes.

 

But while his sense of style steps into areas once occupied by the gay community, the metrosexual is really looking for women-and also looking out for himself.

 

Metrosexuality is defined by the WordSpy Web site as "a dandyish narcissist in love with not only himself but also his urban lifestyle."

 

Though the word may have been coined years ago, it is experiencing a renaissance as more guys begin paying attention to how they display themselves.

 

A New York Times piece described the metrosexual as a man who pays close attention to his appearance and physique and who often favors the finer things in life, preferring to sip an expensive cocktail at a posh club rather than sit home with a six-pack and the TV tuned to baseball.

 

 

Metrosexual is a term that loosely helps stereotype men you think are gay until they turn around and steal your girlfriend during the seventh-inning stretch.

 

But metrosexuality is more than a look. It's a sign of the times.

 

As women take greater ownership over their personal and professional lives and eschew the notion that they must rely on men to provide them with security or prosperity, they have raised the bar for the type of men with whom they want to spend time.

 

In doing so, they have elevated the playing field for men who are finding it increasingly hard to attract the strong, independent women they find alluring.

 

Robb has watched it happen. As a 32-year-old single man in Orlando, Fla., he understands that today's women are more refined and are looking for more sophistication from their men.

 

"As women have gained more independence, the modern man has had to adapt and fulfill her needs in more expanded ways. We can no longer take a direct macho-ism approach," he says.

 

Many women have taken their general gripes about what is considered "manly behavior" and found that they would rather live alone than endure some antiquated notion of the cheap-beer swilling, sports-fiend approach to masculinity.

 

Now we men have to try harder if we are going to win the hearts and minds of the women we desire. We can't simply rely on being a good match on paper; we need to be a good match in practice.

 

That can mean understanding the way women behave. Who better to understand the ins and outs of shoe-buying and wine-sipping than the man who participates in both pursuits.

 

Many guys like to date women who can sit back and enjoy a football game, so it stands to reason that women would be attracted to guys who wouldn't have a problem mall-hopping with them.

 

In the end, though, metrosexuals aren't behaving as they are in order to impress someone; they are doing it because they like the way they feel when they indulge themselves.

 

Women have long understood that it feels good to be pampered, be it the spa, the masseur, the gourmet lunch or the trip to the tanning salon. But women who have held fast to their right to self-indulge may have to move over to make room for the metrosexual who has decided that he too likes to pay $100 for a haircut, as long as it comes with a glass or two of merlot.

Nope

i think i am,

 

 

or is it a club, do i need another metrosexual to invite me?

I'm not, but I'm not at the other end of the spectrum either (that being "pathetic slob").

 

Why can't people like me have a name for ourselves to pigeonhole us?

Someone posted this in SSP - I found it amusing...

 

 

The Pussification Of The Western Male

 

We have become a nation of women.

 

It wasn't always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn't sign the document.

 

There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like "You all can go to hell. I'm going to Texas." (Davy Crockett, to the House of Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)

 

There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out.

 

There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to say bad things about the President's daughter's singing.

 

We're not like that anymore.

 

Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians, cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of "good guy vs. bad guy" that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.

 

Now, men are taught that violence is bad -- that when a thief breaks into your house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is to "give him what he wants", instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or shooting him dead where he stands.

 

Now, men's fashion includes not a man dressed in a three-piece suit, but a tight sweater worn by a man with breasts.

 

Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.

 

Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness, curiosity and restlessness can be controlled, instead of nurtured and directed.

 

And finally, our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot, lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed with words like "swaggering", "macho" and the favorite epithet of Euro girly-men, "cowboy". Of course he was bound to get that reaction -- and most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male pussification Over There is almost complete.

 

How did we get to this?

 

In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn't always so: there was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted.

 

But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body politic, and in industry, and in the media -- and mostly, this has not been a good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more "protective" (ie. more coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase "s") social security.

 

I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don't care a fig.

 

What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century, there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.

 

I'm going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable barometer of our culture.

 

In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball -- perhaps the beginning of the trend -- BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon, and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: "Wait until your father gets home!").

 

From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.

 

Now, for those who haven't seen this piece of shit, I'm going to go over it, from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to pussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen counter. The dialogue goes something like this:

 

 

 

Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios?

Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that's good for the heart. I eat it now, because of that.

LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy?

Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother.

Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met your mother.

 

Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men, this is the perfect example.

 

What Dad should have replied to Mommy's little dig: Yes, Sally, that's true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.

 

That's what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate me in front of the kids like that.

 

But that's not what men do, of course. What this guy is going to do is smile ruefully, finish his cereal, and then go and fuck his secretary, who doesn't try to cut his balls off on a daily basis. Then, when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating bitch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He'll lose custody of his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of sympathy: The Single Mom.

 

You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms.

 

When I first started this website, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam at the stupidity of our society.

 

Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no difficulty in calling Bill Clinton, for example, a fucking liar and hypocrite.

 

But most of all, I do this website because I love being a man. Amongst other things, I talk about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports, warfare, hunting, and power tools -- all the things that being a man entails. All this stuff gives me pleasure.

 

And it doesn't take much to see when all the things I love are being threatened: for instance, when Tim Allen's excellent comedy routine on being a man is reduced to a fucking sitcom called Home Improvement. The show should have been called Man Improvement, because that's what every single plotline entailed: turning a man into a "better" person, instead of just leaving him alone to work on restoring the vintage sports car in his garage. I stopped watching the show after about four episodes.

 

("The Man Show" was better, at least for the first season -- men leering at chicks, men fucking around with ridiculous games like "pin the bra on the boobies", men having beer-drinking competitions, and women on trampolines. Excellent stuff, only not strong enough. I don't watch it anymore, either, because it's plain that the idea has been subverted by girly-men, and turned into a parody of itself.)

 

Finally, we come to the TV show which to my mind epitomizes everything bad about what we have become: Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. Playing on the homo Bravo Channel, this piece of excrement has taken over the popular culture by storm (and so far, the only counter has been the wonderful South Park episode which took it apart for the bullshit it is).

 

I'm sorry, but the premise of the show nauseates me. A bunch of homosexuals trying to "improve" ordinary men into something "better" (ie. more acceptable to women): changing the guy's clothes, his home decor, his music -- for fuck's sake, what kind of girly-man would allow these simpering butt-bandits to change his life around?

 

Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked, that's normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to civilize them by marriage. That's the natural order of things.

 

You know the definition of homosexual men we used in Chicago? "Men with small dogs who own very tidy apartments."

 

Real men, on the other hand, have big fucking mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture.

 

Women own lapdogs.

 

Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned -- they'd ban boxing too, if they could -- because it's "mean and cruel". No shit, Shirley. Hell, I don't like the idea of fighting dogs, either, but I don't have a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an affinity for it.

 

My website has become fairly popular with men, and in the beginning, this really surprised me, because I didn't think I was doing anything special.

 

That's not what I think now. I must have had well over five thousand men write to me to say stuff like "Yes! I agree! I was so angry when I read about [insert atrocity of choice], but I though I was the only one."

 

No, you're not alone, my friends, and nor am I.

 

Out there, there is a huge number of men who are sick of it. We're sick of being made figures of fun and ridicule; we're sick of having girly-men like journalists, advertising agency execs and movie stars decide on "what is a man"; we're sick of women treating us like children, and we're really fucking sick of girly-men politicians who pander to women by passing an ever-increasing raft of Nanny laws and regulations (the legal equivalent of public-school Ritalin), which prevent us from hunting, racing our cars and motorcycles, smoking, flirting with women at the office, getting into fistfights over women, shooting criminals and doing all the fine things which being a man entails.

 

When Annika Sorenstam was allowed to play in that tournament on the men's PGA tour, all the men should have refused to play -- Vijay Singh was the only one with balls to stand up for a principle, and he was absolutely excoriated for being a "chauvinist". Bullshit. He wasn't a chauvinist, he was being a man. All the rest of the players -- Woods, Mickleson, the lot -- are girls by comparison. And, needless to say, Vijay isn't an American, nor a European, which is probably why he still has a pair hanging between his legs, and they're not hanging on the wall as his wife's trophy.

 

Fuck this, I'm sick of it.

 

I don't see why I should put up with this bullshit any longer -- hell, I don't see why any man should put up with this bullshit any longer.

 

I don't see why men should have become feminized, accept that we allowed it to happen -- and you know why we let it happen? Because it's goddamned easier to do so. Unfortunately, we've allowed it to go too far, and our maleness has become too pussified for words.

 

At this point, I could have gone two ways: the first would be to say, "...and I don't know if we'll get it back. The process has become too entrenched, the cultural zeitgeist of men as girls has become part of the social fabric, and there's not much we can do about it."

 

But I'm not going to do that. To quote John Belushi (who was, incidentally, a real man and not a fucking woman): "Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"

 

Well, I'm not going to quit. Fuck that. One of the characteristics of the non-pussified man (and this should strike fear into the hearts of women and girly-men everywhere) is that he never quits just because the odds seem overwhelming. Omaha Beach, guys.

 

I want a real man as President -- not Al Gore, who had to hire a consultant to show him how to be an Alpha male, and french-kiss his wife on live TV to "prove" to the world that he was a man, when we all knew that real men don't have to do that shit.

 

And I want the Real Man President to surround himself with other Real Men, like Rumsfeld, and Ashcroft, and yes, Rice (who is more of a Real Man than those asswipes Colin Powell and Norman Mineta).

 

I want our government to be more like Dad -- kind, helpful, but not afraid to punish us when we fuck up, instead of helping us excuse our actions.

 

I want our government of real men to start rolling back the Nanny State, in all its horrible manifestations of over-protectiveness, intrusiveness and "Mommy Knows Best What's Good For You" regulations.

 

I want our culture to become more male -- not the satirical kind of male, like The Man Show, or the cartoonish figures of Stallone, Van Damme or Schwartzenegger. (Note to the Hollywood execs: We absolutely fucking loathe chick movies about feelings and relationships and all that feminine jive. We want more John Waynes, Robert Mitchums, Bruce Willises, and Clint Eastwoods. Never mind that it's simplistic -- we like simple, we are simple, we are men -- our lives are uncomplicated, and we like it that way. We Were Soldiers was a great movie, and you know why? Because you could have cut out all the female parts, and it still would have been a great movie, because it was about Real Men. Try cutting out all the female parts in a Woody Allen movie -- you'd end up with the opening and closing credits.)

 

I want our literature to become more male, less female. Men shouldn't buy "self-help" books unless the subject matter is car maintenance, golf swing improvement or how to disassemble a fucking Browning BAR. We don't improve ourselves, we improve our stuff.

 

And finally, I want men everywhere to going back to being Real Men. To open doors for women, to drive fast cars, to smoke cigars after a meal, to get drunk occasionally and, in the words of Col. Jeff Cooper, one of the last of the Real Men: "to ride, shoot straight, and speak the truth."

 

In every sense of the word. We know what the word "is" means.

 

Because that's all that being a Real Man involves. You don't have to become a fucking cartoon male, either: I'm not going back to stoning women for adultery like those Muslim assholes do, nor am I suggesting we support that perversion of being a Real Man, gangsta rap artists (those fucking pussies -- they wouldn't last thirty seconds against a couple of genuine tough guys that I know).

 

Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap than Black boys do? You know why rape is such a problem on college campuses? Why binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen?

 

It's a reaction: a reaction against being pussified. And I understand it, completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a purpose.

 

Because only the strong men propagate.

 

And women know it. You want to know why I know this to be true? Because powerful men still attract women. Women, even liberal women, swooned over George Bush in a naval aviator's uniform. Donald Trump still gets access to some of the most beautiful pussy available, despite looking like a medieval gargoyle. Donald Rumsfeld, if he wanted to, could fuck 90% of all women over 50 if he wanted to, and a goodly portion of younger ones too.

 

And he won't. Because Rummy's been married to the same woman for fifty years, and he wouldn't toss that away for a quickie. He's a Real Man. No wonder the Euros hate and fear him.

 

We'd better get more like him, we'd better become more like him, because if we don't, men will become a footnote to history.

I am not, though my girlfriend often tries to turn me into one...

Glad I'm married and don't have to worry about any of this crap.

I'm more of a pathetic slob ;) ;]

Im more of a pathetic slob, but im homosexual, so does that make me a ruralsexual?

^

 

sounds good to me

Evidently Metrosexual is now passe. :razz:

The new trend is technosexual. :type:

Well at least the Columbus NBC affiliate said so this evening. :drunk:

 

Sandor

"Im more of a pathetic slob, but im homosexual, so does that make me a ruralsexual?"

 

Not at all, that just makes you a candidate for a makeover from your rainbow-tribe brethren! :lol:

Nah, the "Straight Police" will fix you right up.

Are there metrosexuals in Ohio? Would be these the folks who shop in the mens sportswear dept. at Saks in downtown Cincy?

I go to Saks for certain skin care products... what are you saying? lol

I thought your skin had a special glow Monte! :lol:

I go to Saks for certain skin care products... what are you saying? lol

 

Heh..i go there for their after-holidays sale!

 

Seriously, If I could lose a few pounds I would be shopping there more often as I really like Saks (& Brooks Brothers). Really worth a shopping trip downtwon (as well as the "House of Shirts" on Main St.)

I am soft-of a metrosexual..........I probably won't become a full-blown metrosexual until I lose some weight!  (I'm 180 pounds........I'd like to be 165 or so), then I'll go all out with new clothes, etc.

 

However, I am currently working out 'cause I am going to Hawaii this summer.  But I gotta get my body (stomach,chest, etc.) waxed (as painful as it may be).  I have never done this before and I feel kind of awkward about it; any guys out there ever have a body wax?  Are there any good places for this service where I wouldn't feel awkward?

my buddy did it before his honeymoon, had a bad reaction, it was hilarious. Don't mean to scare you though......

I didn't know metrosexuals had to be single...

I love the term "technosexual"! What exactly does that mean?

"I have never done this before and I feel kind of awkward about it; any guys out there ever have a body wax?  Are there any good places for this service where I wouldn't feel awkward?"

 

I haven't had it but you'll want to probably find a place that 1. bills itself as a spa and 2. caters to a gay clientele. The spa environment will no doubt be staffed by people who have seen all shapes/sizes/types of people and they'll probably be better at making an awkward experience a little more tolerable. The gay clientele will ensure that they've likely had substantial experience in waxing. As pope mentioned, if you're aware of any allergies you'll want to ask what type of wax they use and if it contains any allergens (i.e. lanolin, etc.). I've heard good things about most spa/salons that use Aveda products - however, do NOT go to an Aveda "training" salon for this - make sure it's a registered Aveda concept salon.

 

I would encourage you to invest in a pair of "scrubby gloves" - gloves made of a mesh/loofah material. When the hair regrows, you'll want to exfoliate and keep the follicles clear so you don't get ingrowns.

 

"I love the term "technosexual"! What exactly does that mean?"

 

My guess is you need an iPod Nano, a RAZR phone, and a few other gadgets for starters.

 

 

But I gotta get my body (stomach,chest, etc.) waxed (as painful as it may be).

 

Actually, save your money...if you pick up a few random mags....you'll notice that the bare chested trend is starting to go away.  Apparently, women and gay men are suddenly finding that they like men that are a little more natural.  I have never done it...but I have  heard it itches like a bitch when it starts growing in....like 10 minutes after you have it done.

"I have never done this before and I feel kind of awkward about it; any guys out there ever have a body wax?  Are there any good places for this service where I wouldn't feel awkward?"

 

I haven't had it but you'll want to probably find a place that 1. bills itself as a spa and 2. caters to a gay clientele. The spa environment will no doubt be staffed by people who have seen all shapes/sizes/types of people and they'll probably be better at making an awkward experience a little more tolerable. The gay clientele will ensure that they've likely had substantial experience in waxing. As pope mentioned, if you're aware of any allergies you'll want to ask what type of wax they use and if it contains any allergens (i.e. lanolin, etc.). I've heard good things about most spa/salons that use Aveda products - however, do NOT go to an Aveda "training" salon for this - make sure it's a registered Aveda concept salon.

 

I would encourage you to invest in a pair of "scrubby gloves" - gloves made of a mesh/loofah material. When the hair regrows, you'll want to exfoliate and keep the follicles clear so you don't get ingrowns.

 

Thank you, Mayday :)

But I gotta get my body (stomach,chest, etc.) waxed (as painful as it may be).

 

Actually, save your money...if you pick up a few random mags....you'll notice that the bare chested trend is starting to go away.  Apparently, women and gay men are suddenly finding that they like men that are a little more natural.  I have never done it...but I have  heard it itches like a bitch when it starts growing in....like 10 minutes after you have it done.

 

I know what you mean and yes, a little body hair can be appealing, but I am just a little more "natural" (in the body hair sense) than I would like to be :)

Me? Just an ordinary queer. Well, maybe not all that ordinary.  :-D

Most Europeans rarely have enough body hair to even worry about IMO.

 

 

Eau Contraire! :)  I have an Italian background and Italians are extremely hairy!  Lucky me.......not :(

the hairier europeans are the southern and mediteranean europeans i.e. the italians, spanish, portugese, greeks

but i dont mind having body hair. i've had people in the past say that having body hair is sexy; some but not a whole lot and if it is timmed properly and not all sticking out and all. it also depends on the body you have too. like me, i have muscles(pecs, some abs) and women find that comnbination very attractive. but overall i dont mind body hair, it is after all, God given :-D

what a great scientific discussion, the harriness of europeans. Lets try to stay on track here.

I'm a debtrosexual.

^ Yes I am. I've got hitmen from Visa and Mastercard trying to kill me.

i wouldnt generalize about people like this about euros you guys. its not true in my experience. also, i am hungarian and hairy as an ape.

 

oh, the topic. i consider myself aspiring to be a metrosexual technosexual.

 

wait isnt the use of this term and its clones passe? i havent seen them used in the media lately. i think it died off. so lets not be corny like randy jackson on american idol --- who is the last person left calling someone "dawg"!

 

you said brosef.

none of that jiiiive is ever gonna take the place of the boston classic "chief."

A guy who wears his collar up isn't a metrosexual, he is an IDIOT.

This could perhaps explain why they are so common at Miami, Ohio.

 

LOL. They are fading out here pretty quickly.

How very true, monte. We actually have a no popped-collar rule in my frat, because of how dumb we think they look. Still, I have met some girls (usually wealthy suburban types) who think popped collars are attractive. I never understood their appeal, but I think they started out at rich East Coast schools. This could perhaps explain why they are so common at Miami, Ohio.

 

or maybe a retread of the 1980s

none of that jiiiive is ever gonna take the place of the boston classic "chief."

 

I don't know how it is in Boston, but around here calling someone "chief" is similar to calling them "bub" or "hey pal".  Not exactly fighting words, but it usually sets the stage for fighting words to come.

thank god im just straight up gay!  :-D

none of that jiiiive is ever gonna take the place of the boston classic "chief."

 

I don't know how it is in Boston, but around here calling someone "chief" is similar to calling them "bub" or "hey pal".  Not exactly fighting words, but it usually sets the stage for fighting words to come.

 

Just don't call anyone other than Mexican "wey" (equivalent to dude, bro, etc.) I spoke a little spanish to my Puerto Rican friend and called him that and he was like "DONT EVER CALL ME THAT! THAT MEANS A DONKEY'S ASS!!" (or something like that).

 

 

D@mn I look good in this blue RL oxford. I need some darker denim to go with it though :( The only pair I have are stonewash.

 

I have to work on Black Friday!!!!! At least they're paying me time and a half (which is funny because I work for a communications company) :)

 

Just don't call anyone other than Mexican "wey" (equivalent to dude, bro, etc.) I spoke a little spanish to my Puerto Rican friend and called him that and he was like "DONT EVER CALL ME THAT! THAT MEANS A DONKEY'S ASS!!" (or something like that).

 

 

D@mn I look good in this blue RL oxford. I need some darker denim to go with it though :( The only pair I have are stonewash.

 

I have to work on Black Friday!!!!! At least they're paying me time and a half (which is funny because I work for a communications company) :)

 

I'm surprised he didn't knock your teeth out of the back of your head.  For us PR's calling someone that is the equivalent of calling them a "jackass" and to a lesser extent a "bitch ass".

 

For Mexicans/Chicano's - Avogadro - feel free to step in here, it means "dude" but in a drunk way.  I've heard guys who drink tecate use the word.

 

A RL Oxford?  Laaawd!  How old are you 18? 

Just don't call anyone other than Mexican "wey" (equivalent to dude, bro, etc.) I spoke a little spanish to my Puerto Rican friend and called him that and he was like "DONT EVER CALL ME THAT! THAT MEANS A DONKEY'S ASS!!" (or something like that).

 

 

D@mn I look good in this blue RL oxford. I need some darker denim to go with it though :( The only pair I have are stonewash.

 

I have to work on Black Friday!!!!! At least they're paying me time and a half (which is funny because I work for a communications company) :)

 

I'm surprised he didn't knock your teeth out of the back of your head.  For us PR's calling someone that is the equivalent of calling them a "jackass" and to a lesser extent a "bitch ass".

 

For Mexicans/Chicano's - Avogadro - feel free to step in here, it means "dude" but in a drunk way.  I've heard guys who drink tecate use the word.

 

A RL Oxford?  Laaawd!  How old are you 18? 

 

 

I live in Columbus! I'm surrounded by Mexicans and they say it all the time. In a 'drunk' way?  :?

 

 

I'm a lot closer to 18 than you'll ever be  :wink: Bye hater...

I am definitely NOT a metrosexual.  I take the slacks off as soon as I can.  Jeans and t-shirt kind of guy..... and definitely not the skinny jeans or any t-shirts with sequence on them.  In fact, my wife brought me back this really nice diamond-cut silver necklace from Mexico and I'm a little uneasy wearing it..... as it makes me look like a metrosexual from the Jersey Shore.

I hate slacks too. I avoid dressing up whenever I can. Jeans and a polo, sometimes oxford but usually a plain black t shirt these days. I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about my appearance though. I use $20 face moisturizer.

Hm. The Mexicans I know don't use the term "güey" (pronounced "way"), but then again, it's been a while since I've hung out with my Mexicano friends in Texas.

 

MTS is correct about how it is used, both for Puerto Ricans and Mexicans. It is the equivalent to saying "ni**a" to your black friend when you aren't. You two had better be real close, or you best be ready to get smacked.

 

I use $20 face moisturizer.

 

GUILTY!

Facial moisturizers?  The hell?!?

 

I guess it's true: Black Don't Crack.

thank god im just straight up gay! :-D

 

AMEN!

I am definitely NOT a metrosexual. I take the slacks off as soon as I can. Jeans and t-shirt kind of guy..... and definitely not the skinny jeans or any t-shirts with sequence on them. In fact, my wife brought me back this really nice diamond-cut silver necklace from Mexico and I'm a little uneasy wearing it..... as it makes me look like a metrosexual from the Jersey Shore.

 

Not to change the subject, but when your wife does something like that, do you take it as a hint?  One time my wife brought back a pair of "trendy" jeans from Old Navy.  I think I'm like you, target or kohls brand jeans, and a t-shirt.  When she brought that back, I was kind of like, OK, you want me to look a little hipper.  It's kind of like buying your wife hot pants and asking if she wants to go to a club tonight. 

If I had the money for nicer clothes, I'd wear them more often haha. I have an Express eye with a Kohl's budget. (And I'm not knocking Kohl's at all. I can't wait until they open in Williamsport) I am a jeans and t-shirt guy, but I do like dressing nice a lot. Am I "metro?" I don't think so, I just like to wear nice clothes sometimes.

Nothing wrong with having your wife or girlfriend give you clothes that are a little different from what you normally would get. I'd say that half of my casual wardrobe either comes from or was influenced by my girlfriends. It's just an opportunity to try something that is a little out of your comfort zone, but might actually suit you better.