men beware

No mention of the metrosexual male is quite complete without a reference to the heterosexual variety. Well, this is the dude who squirms at the mention of the bill you pay at the parlour, but would not have you looking any less good. This is the dude who brags about the configuration of his PC (as in personal computer...some of us move on less innocent tangents here), runs his index finger, absently, over the cd before pushing the tray in (really, what is that about?), thinks hair conditioner is a gimmick that works on the more gullible (but hogs the mirror on the good hair days), and this is the dude who would rather die than have a girl call him, "oooh honnney" in front of, "the guys".

Well, here's some brutal honesty fellas...we love calling you that 'cos we know it makes you go this pretty shade of scarlet and well, our mean streak totally digs that! And about the other things, those of us who aren't sold on the concept of, "pretty boys" might let you have them yet.

Ooh! And, do not criticise Mills and Boons because you don't understand them. They are just fantastic because you know that in the end everything will work out and there will be a, "happily ever after". And that's a cozy little feeling after some works of Maupassant and Wilde. You can criticise the useless Shah Rukh Khan movies though that are all the same mush and he isn't even cute, or mysterious and more crucially, because he will always remain wedged in between puberty and..... puberty! But don't even think of condemning My Fair Lady.

And what is this silliness about growing up? I don't think anyone should ever grow up so completely as to stop feeding the child in them. It is quite preposterous. And hypocritical, I dare add. Because you guys would go and watch stupid movies that have, "mind blowing action machcha!", and don't even get me started on the super hero fantasies you all secretly cherish.

Current Mood: Irreverent
Current Music: You are so vain - Carly Simons