James Lileks has a great Screed on the new idea of the “new male” that’s been floating around. (What Lileks doesn’t have are permalinks to his freakin’ posts, but that’s another story…)
The original article asks:
“We are watching the birth of a hybrid man. … Why not put on a pink-flowered shirt and try out a partner-swapping club?” asked Le Louet.
Why not? Because it’s f*cking stupid. That’s why.
Because people who wear pink flowered shirts look like dumbasses. Because a man who’s too busy engaging in “partner-swapping” to take care of his wife and kids is a worthless piece of human refuse who deserves to have his well-manicured shoes shoved up his pansy ass. Because anyone who uses self-absorbed Eurotrash as a role model deserves to be completely and utterly removed from the gene pool.
The traditional man still exists in China, Le Louet said, and “is not ready to go”. But in Europe and the United States, a new species is emerging, apparently unafraid of anything.
Except not being able to exfoliate, apparently.
“He is looking for a more radical affirmation of who he is, and wants to test out all the barbarity of modern life” including in the sexual domain, said Le Louet, adding that Reebok with its “I am what I am” campaign had perfectly tapped into this current trend.
Let me remind Mr. Le Louet of something. If he wants to know a real man who isn’t afraid of anything and who knows something about the barbarity of modern life, he sure as shit won’t find it in haute-couture.
He’ll find it, sitting in a foxhole in Fallujah, rifle in hand, putting his life on the line to save an Iraqi child.
He’ll find it in the father trying to save up enough money to put his kids through college.
Which person, when all is said and done will have made a greater mark on our world and left it a better place? This one:
Or this one?