Thought this was funny today:
Life was simpler before men got so Uber-complex
The final word By Craig Wilson
Remember metrosexuals? Those were the guys who could get their backs waxed in the morning, their eyebrows plucked in the afternoon and still go out with a girl in the evening. Dandies who knew what DKNY stood for but also would know that Chicago is playing Houston in the World Series this week.
I always was suspect of them. Where I came from, real men didn't get manicures.
Now come the bersexuals. These are the guys who would probably pass on a back waxing, know who's in the World Series — actually care who's in the World Series — but are neither faux gay nor real jerks. They're a step above the standard-issue man who knows only the three B's: beer, babes and the boob tube.
bersexuals, according to the trio of advertising writers who came up with the term this fall to zero in on the market, are men who embrace the positives of masculinity — “confidence, leadership, passion and compassion” — without succumbing to the negatives that give the guy next door such a bad reputation. We're talking about emotional emptiness and ignorance of anything verging on the cultural.
bersexuals seek quality. They appreciate a fine glass of wine right along with a long walk with a yellow Lab at their side. They like strong women, too. In fact, they prefer them.
Bono and former president Clinton are ber-bersexuals. Confident yet compassionate. Jon Stewart, Sen. Barack Obama and George Clooney also made the bersexual list. They're guy's guys who have a feminine side, aren't afraid of it, but don't flaunt it, either.
Apparently, it's a list people want to be on. Shortly after the ber-lineup came out this month, radio talk-show host Rush Limbaugh complained that he wasn't on it. He thought he qualified as much as the next guy. Odd that Limbaugh would want to be on a list that includes Bill Clinton, but no one likes to be left out.
I'm not sure I buy this bersexual thing any more than I bought metrosexuals. They seem too good to be true. Where's the fatal flaw that makes a guy truly interesting?
I'm trying to think if I even know any bersexuals. Do you?
Your husband, maybe? Your son? A brother?
My dad enjoyed a strong whiskey sour, wore a natty camel's hair cap and enjoyed a quality life, but he thought a woman's place was in the home. My mom didn't work out of the house until I had graduated from college. Not very ber, I'm afraid.
I haven't lived with my brother in 40 years, but he certainly wasn't very ber back then. Maybe he has evolved, but he's a coach, and we all know the 3-B tendencies that come with the locker room.
As for myself, I don't think so. I'm far too fond of my Sharps Kid Glove Shave Gel. An immediate disqualifier, I'm sure. Far too metrosexual.
Maybe we should just return to the days when there were heterosexuals, homosexuals and the merely confused.
A far simpler time, for sure.
OTB
Ubersexual
Life was simpler before men got so Uber-complex
The final word By Craig Wilson
Remember metrosexuals? Those were the guys who could get their backs waxed in the morning, their eyebrows plucked in the afternoon and still go out with a girl in the evening. Dandies who knew what DKNY stood for but also would know that Chicago is playing Houston in the World Series this week.
I always was suspect of them. Where I came from, real men didn't get manicures.
Now come the bersexuals. These are the guys who would probably pass on a back waxing, know who's in the World Series — actually care who's in the World Series — but are neither faux gay nor real jerks. They're a step above the standard-issue man who knows only the three B's: beer, babes and the boob tube.
bersexuals, according to the trio of advertising writers who came up with the term this fall to zero in on the market, are men who embrace the positives of masculinity — “confidence, leadership, passion and compassion” — without succumbing to the negatives that give the guy next door such a bad reputation. We're talking about emotional emptiness and ignorance of anything verging on the cultural.
bersexuals seek quality. They appreciate a fine glass of wine right along with a long walk with a yellow Lab at their side. They like strong women, too. In fact, they prefer them.
Bono and former president Clinton are ber-bersexuals. Confident yet compassionate. Jon Stewart, Sen. Barack Obama and George Clooney also made the bersexual list. They're guy's guys who have a feminine side, aren't afraid of it, but don't flaunt it, either.
Apparently, it's a list people want to be on. Shortly after the ber-lineup came out this month, radio talk-show host Rush Limbaugh complained that he wasn't on it. He thought he qualified as much as the next guy. Odd that Limbaugh would want to be on a list that includes Bill Clinton, but no one likes to be left out.
I'm not sure I buy this bersexual thing any more than I bought metrosexuals. They seem too good to be true. Where's the fatal flaw that makes a guy truly interesting?
I'm trying to think if I even know any bersexuals. Do you?
Your husband, maybe? Your son? A brother?
My dad enjoyed a strong whiskey sour, wore a natty camel's hair cap and enjoyed a quality life, but he thought a woman's place was in the home. My mom didn't work out of the house until I had graduated from college. Not very ber, I'm afraid.
I haven't lived with my brother in 40 years, but he certainly wasn't very ber back then. Maybe he has evolved, but he's a coach, and we all know the 3-B tendencies that come with the locker room.
As for myself, I don't think so. I'm far too fond of my Sharps Kid Glove Shave Gel. An immediate disqualifier, I'm sure. Far too metrosexual.
Maybe we should just return to the days when there were heterosexuals, homosexuals and the merely confused.
A far simpler time, for sure.
OTB
Ubersexual
