Entertaining thoughts on the girlie men of Old Blighty:
Whatever happened to the solid yeomanry of England? The obvious answer is to blame the Femi-Nazis. The relentless feminist critique of masculinity that has been blaring out of our schools and universities since the 1960s has taken its toll. Today’s young men have been ideologically programmed to believe that any overt display of masculinity — tucking their shirts in, for instance — would be an endorsement of ‘the patriarchy’. Far better to make common cause with the oppressed by using moisturiser and eating salad.
Fortunately, I suspect it’s cyclical.
Tucking a shirt in is a display of masculinity?
And here I thought it was a context-dependent display of fashion…
Thats what the feminists want you to think!
They’ve taken a fundamental display of masculinity and draped it with the androgenous overtones of metrosexuality!
In a desperate attempt to maintain my manliness today, I firmly tucked my pastel pink shirt into my sleek pressed slacks. This tucked shirt and my 2-week beard are my last bulwarks against displaying the outward appearance of a eunuch.
Shhh. Don’t tell anyone. Those young guys are just doing it because that’s what gets them laid…
lolwut? Again, I invite all the lovely young lady scientists and engineers to express their sexual desire in my direction. I got your hot dark matter right here…
Titus,
If your dark matter is hot, you are not MACHO and very probably a WIMP.
Bob, I ain’t no brown dwarf, if that’s what you mean…
Ha! Well, you might be massive, but when it comes to the ladies, you sound like a superweakly interacting degenerate.
Bob, I think you’re just projecting your own fears of quantum entanglement.
Nah, I’m firmly on the main sequence, in a stable close binary arrangement, with a tiny circumbinary companion who is just starting the runaway accretion phase…
Danger, Will Robinson! Dork singularity approaching!
That point was passed several posts ago 🙂
nice job gentlemen.
Thank you…. that made my afternoon!
And as an example of the wrong I was referring to elsewhere!
Funny story, at least it was to me. A bunch of us were sharing digs at a large trade show in Cannes many years ago and one of the venerable old hands was mocking one of the younger ones for applying moisturiser to his face.
We had a round of good natured banter based on the assumption that Bob was the oldest man in the room, based on his cragged features. When he objected to being called the old man, we all traded ages and found that “Bob” was actually 5 years my junior and only a couple of years older than the chap using the face cream.
Plus Toby Young gives the game away on page 2, a public school man being called a girlie man? Did he not read his Woodehouse?
I say! Riveting tale old chap!
Whadaya expect when Bond can’t even drive a stick.
Doesn’t yeomanry imply property, and thus proprietorship?
In Nanny olde England? Shirley, you jest!