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Whisper. FREE - On Google Play. View. Search; Home · Jobs · Press · Advertise · Terms · Privacy · Community Guidelines · FAQ · Your Voice · Law Enforcement. Guy A drops the metosexual label to another who dresses better because Guy A is scared to be thought of as being gay if he shops around and. A straight men who appears to look gay. An effeminate straight male, who cares about his looks, hair and being well groomed, the opposite of a stereotypical.
Moderator: devil. Users browsing this metosexal Google [Bot] and 4 guests. It seems as if the latest buzz word is "Metrosexual". I must say, even though I fit the profile: "A dandyish narcissist in love with not only himself, but also his urban lifestyle; a straight man who is meetosexual touch with his feminine side. But I must say, it is a rather sexy word Suddenly, after telling my friends that even an online test labeled me with the word I started to hear it every where It was in every one's face.
After feeling a sense of pomosexuality, feeling I shouldn't be labeled by a sexual preference, "because I have clearly taken myself as my own love object and pleasure is my only sexual preference.
But all the while and even after the hype died, and it didn't seem to be a catch word any more, I am still labeled by others as a Metrosexual. My best friend, even my girl friend identifying me with this I don't really know what I'm getting at with all this. Just that I learned allot about my self. And I think people should be frank about their sexuality Joined: Mon Jun 30, am Posts: Honesty metosexual who you are and what you are is a very fine thing. I lost interest in this word, though, after Howard Dean tried the term on and then fled from it.
WTF was that about? Why is it that everything needs a label these days? Oh, and if a sublte pattern forms in personal behaviors or tendancies then it's a "disorder".
Come on I think most people equate "disorder" with "defect" and they use the metosexual to justify their behaviors and lighten their responsibilities. Either that, or to comfort themselves, knowing that they're not the only person with this behavior. Is it really a problem? In most cases, probably not. Is it a common thing?
Do we need to coin a word and label metoeexual Hell no. A metosexual years ago, my mom tried to label me with A. She even set me up with an appointment to see an A. To humor her, I actually kept the appointment and met the guy. He's diagnosed over people with real, actual A. We talked for a hour. He said I'm completely normal and need no treatment whatsoever.
However, he did say that my mother probably suffers from some kind of "hyper anxiety complex". Though labeling is stupid, because it's the stop of thought, you just culminate a certain number of similarities and throw them into a group. However, once a term is accepted in general discourse it has a permanent affect upon subjects. Hence, there ya go The term is brought in by others and people apply it to themselves, and have defined their subjectivity.
Hence as usual, identity is defined through the desire of the Other. Honest about self is an absurdity. When people say honest about self, they actually should be saying honest about what one wants to be. Joined: Wed Nov 20, am Posts: Joined: Fri Nov 14, pm Posts: Location: that splinter that's in your mind right now While I'll admit that SOME people have what "disorder" that most people get a label dumped on them, a good time it's metosexual very easy to explain.
The last few times I saw a therapist almost a year ago said that I sounded like I was getting depressed again. I was just sad!! I was worried about finding another job and dealing with school. At least I was able to talk about it. Everyone needs their emotional basics covered. If most people did, most labels would most likely disappear. And then there's "Metoosexual", the symptom of which is that anytime someone says "Damn I'm horny", you reflexively metosexual "Metoo".
Im not a local. I'll be honest. I like labels. Maybe this makes me less of a Goth or something, but it's true. I think labels and names are important. It allows us to clarify and classify, and while in some cases it might be detrimental, on the whole, we can't do without it. However, I am extremely particular about the accuracy of a label, I don't like to be classified as something, or metosexusl, that I'm not, and so I tend to get really anal about that.
Hence my whole line metsexual interest in the whole "What is Goth" thing, which has metosexual to death like a horse in Britain right before dinner. I prefer some labels. When I'm describing drok to someone who hasn't met him I'd be lost without labels meotsexual pale, scrawny, bald, and metosexual.
Labels help us identify with others who are like us. Eliminating them because some redneck misuses them only further pisses us off. Meosexual Wed Feb 19, am Posts: Location: i live in my own perty lil world. Joined: Wed Jul 03, am Posts: After all, Goth is a label too. And what is a label besides a word? And aren't words used to describe things in general? So rather than saying "he's that guy who's in touch with his femmy side, but isn't necessarily gay" people just call me a metrosexual!
So I metosexuzl find this a bad thing, although, people shouldn't really use sexuality as a foundation for their life style Joined: Tue Mar 04, pm Posts: Location: pyramids of mars. Whooda thought that you could get supress a guy's urge kick someones ass by waving pussy in his face? I am firmly oof the belief that being well rounded is hugely important I would drag out the heinlein quote if it were readily handy. I'm always tempted to go around and seduce their girlfriends and wives, on the basis that I can give a massage, make a meal, kick their butts at scrabble, and still change their oil, fix a washing machine, blah blah blah.
I really hate this one, because I often fall into it. It's another thing to define yourself through outside labels. When people change themselves to metosexual into society's classifications, that is due to metosdxual of awareness of personal qualities and an insecurity about wanting to fit metosexuap. Labels and prejudice are natural ways of identifying people, not that they are always right. As humans, we used to have to and still today assess people at a glance to know if they are friend or foe.
When you don't allow for individuality of personality, metosexyal is when discrimination occurs. Unfortunately, most people are discriminators, even to themselves by thinking they must believe all of what those around them believe. I don't try to fit into any category, I simply acknowledge the fact that I can fit into more than one. I like the fact that we can all talk about this subject manner in an adult fashion. I guess that makes us intellectuals.
But I can also bring her to an expensive dinner and talk about more than just metosexual. Seriously though, I suppose I could be classified as a meterosexual, although that's just one of the many things I could be classified as.
I think that so many people get angry with labels because they metosexuual that there can be only one. I am many things with many labels. As am I. Like i said, labels are just words. It takes metosexuaal words to describe some things. I can't stand that a show like queer eye for the straight guy comes out and suddenly everyones a metro sexual if you have the slightest fashion sence.
Meosexual does it take a show to make heterosexual men find a fashion sence for fuck sake i'm sure people have been spewing shit at them for there bad fashion sence since they were born and now it's ok to play femm and suddenly everyones jumping on the train!!. I finally discovered it and I can no longer keep it in the closet.
I am here to openly announce that I am a Retrosexual. A Retrosexual opens doors for a lady. Even for the ones that fit that term only because they are female.
A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.
A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I salute you.
A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Retrosexuals need an endcap possibly 2 endcaps if you include shaving goods.
A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic when he's 30 years old A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff or people if need be. This falls under the "dealing with sh--" portion of The Code. A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the title. A Retrosexual does not let neighbors xxxx up rooms in his house on national TV. A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of manliness for poontang.
Some is inevitable, but major re-invention of yourself will only lead to you becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run, she ain't worth it. You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Buck up puss. A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey. A Retrosexual knows how to tie a fucking windsor knot when wearing a tie. A Retrosexual does not strip naked, get into a sweat lodge, and bang on drums to bond with other guys.
That sh-- is gay. However dressing in kilts, banging on drums around a campfire, and drinking heavily is just fine. A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he can brag about getting. A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't hammer a damn nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you can or be rightfully ridiculed for the wuss you be. A Retrosexual will buy feminine hygine products if he has to, but only under protest. This falls under unpleasant things you have to fucking DEAL with.
Get some Hagen-Daas while your at it. A Retrosexual does not order an apple martini at the bar. A Martini has fucking gin and vermouth in it dammit. And maybe an olive. In fact, why not just get a beer and a shot of scotch?? A Retrosexual knows that owning a gun is not a sign that your are riddled with fear, or are trying to make up for a small penis.
Plus it's just damnned fun to shoot. Well, DUH But it's still funny. A Retrosexual knows how to tie a forking windsor knot when wearing a tie. Heh, I find this all to be extremely humourous. It seems to me that Lenin's code has some good ideas, but here's mine. Be kind and polite to anyone, even if they forget to use the same courtesy with you, but only up to a point.
As we all know there must be a line. All people are equal. This includes women and men. They are to be afforded each the same courtesy. No more for one, no less for the other. Always communicate with your significant other.
I've seen far too many relationships go downhill just because people didn't talk to each other about problems they'd have in their relationship. Make an effort to please your significant other. Make sacrifices for the relationship. Always strive to create your own meaning. Always think of things on your terms.
Don't let logic get in the way, because when you really think about it, a priest is like a fish, and a parrot is like a lamp. A purple lamp. Screw convention. Unless you like convention. This includes screwing the convention of weddings, funerals, and graduations.
One of the best and happiest funerals I ever attended was one of man whose son wore a tie died suit to the funeral. Find your own style. Create how you feel you would look best, and screw what other people think about how you look. At leas, that's how I'd go about things. Do you think it would work? Yeah, Lenin, you're probably right. I guess I need to learn how to use a gun now I wish I remebered some of those other silly new words they were talking about on CNN.
I share these opinions for the most part. Moore More than a decade ago the nation was in a stir over the birth of a fictional boy.
The boy was Avery, son of Murphy Brown. Television's Murphy Brown, played by Candice Bergen, was a successful news commentator who, after an unsuccessful relationship with a man that left her alone and pregnant, bore a son out of wedlock. The event, popular enough in its own right, became the center of political controversy when then Vice President Dan Quayle in a speech to the Commonwealth Club of California lamented that the show was "mocking the importance of a father.
The characters on the show became more interested in Murphy's hairstyle than her baby, as did perhaps Murphy, who eventually found a suitable nanny in her painter so she could pursue her career without abatement. The show was off the air before Murphy's son would have been seven. Vice President Quayle was not reelected. Eleven years later, it is worth pondering what might have happened to Avery had this story not been just a television show. More to the point, what is happening today to our boys and young men who come from "families" not unlike Murphy's and who find the nation as divided now as it was then over the "values" by which we ought to raise them?
For more than a decade I have been in a position to see young men in the making. As a Marine, college professor, and now principal of a K charter school, I have deliberately tried to figure out whether the nation through its most important institutions of moral instruction—its families and schools—is turning boys into responsible young men. Young women, always the natural judges of the male character, say emphatically "No. Rather, they have very specific complaints against how they have been treated in shopping malls or on college campuses by immature and uncouth males, and even more pointed complaints against their boyfriends or other male acquaintances who fail to protect them.
At times, they appear desperately hopeless. They say matter-of-factly that the males around them do not know how to act like either men or gentlemen. It appears to them that, except for a few lucky members of their sex, most women today must choose between males who are whiny, incapable of making decisions, and in general of "acting like men," or those who treat women roughly and are unreliable, unmannerly, and usually stupid.
The young men, for their part, are not a little embarrassed when they hear these charges but can't wholly deny them. Indeed, when asked the simple question, "When have you ever been taught what it means to be a man? The question for teachers, professors, and others in positions of moral influence is what to do about young women's growing dissatisfaction and young men's increasing confusion and embarrassment.
Teachers cannot become their students' parents, but they can give direction to those who have ears to hear. Two lessons are essential. First, a clear challenge must be issued to young males urging them to become the men their grandfathers and great-grandfathers were.
This challenge must be clear, uncompromising, engaging, somewhat humorous, and inspiring. It cannot seem like a tired, fusty, chicken-little lament on the part of the old and boring, but must be seen as the truly revolutionary and cutting-edge effort to recover authentic manliness.
Second, a new generation of scholars must tell the tale of how men used to become men and act manfully, and how we as a nation have lost our sense of true manliness. The spirit of this inquiry cannot be that of an autopsy but rather that of the Renaissance humanists, who sought to recover and to borrow the wisdom of the past in order to ennoble their own lives.
Historians and political theorists and professors of literature must realize that the topic of gender is not the monopoly of those who would try to eradicate gender but the natural possession of the great thinkers and actors and even the common folk of the Western tradition. Aristotle had a great deal to say about gender and manhood, as did Washington and Burke and Jane Austen.
These two enterprises, the one rhetorical and the other philosophical, are and must be related. One comes from and appeals to the heart. The other comes from and appeals to the mind. Young men today have both hearts and minds that are in chronic need of cultivation. Specifically, they need to realize what true manhood is, what it is not, and why it has become so difficult in the modern world to achieve the status and stature of the true man.
Character Counts Manhood is not simply a matter of being male and reaching a certain age. These are acts of nature; manhood is a sustained act of character.
It is no easier to become a man than it is to become virtuous. In fact, the two are the same. The root of our old-fashioned word "virtue" is the Latin word virtus, a derivative of vir, or man. To be virtuous is to be "manly. Too often among today's young males, the extremes seem to predominate. One extreme suffers from an excess of manliness, or from misdirected and unrefined manly energies.
The other suffers from a lack of manliness, a total want of manly spirit. Call them barbarians and wimps.
So prevalent are these two errant types that the prescription for what ails our young males might be reduced to two simple injunctions: Don't be a barbarian. Don't be a wimp. What is left, ceteris paribus, will be a man. Today's barbarians are not hard to find. Like the barbarians of old, the new ones wander about in great packs. You can recognize them by their dress, their speech, their amusements, their manners, and their treatment of women.
You will know them right away by their distinctive headgear. They wear baseball caps everywhere they go and in every situation: in class, at the table, indoors, outdoors, while taking a test, while watching a movie, while on a date. They wear these caps frontward, backward, and sideways. They will wear them in church and with suits, if ever a barbarian puts on a suit.
Part security blanket, part good-luck charm, these distinctive head coverings unite each barbarian with the rest of the vast barbaric horde. Recognizing other barbarians by their ball caps, one barbarian can enter into a verbal exchange with another anywhere: in a men's room, at an airport, in a movie theater.
This exchange, which never quite reaches the level of conversation, might begin with, "Hey, what up? Barbarians do not use words to express thoughts, convey information, paint pictures in the imagination, or come to a rational understanding.
Such speech as they employ serves mainly to elicit in others audible reactions to a few sensual events: football, sex, hard rock, the latest barbarian movie, sex, football.
In the barbarian universe, Buckleyesque vocabularies are not required. Among the most popular barbarian activities are playing sports and lifting weights. There is, of course, nothing wrong with sports or physical training. Playing sports can encourage young males to cultivate several important manly virtues: courage, competitiveness, camaraderie, stamina, a sense of fairness. For this reason, superior cultures have invariably used sports as a proving ground for manly endeavor.
When the British boys who later defeated Napoleon were not competing in the sporting contests conducted in elite public schools, they were learning how to become gentlemen. They spoke the King's English, carried themselves with an air of dignity, treated women with respect, and studied assiduously.
Today's barbarians act as though they never leave the playing field or the gym. They wear the same clothes, speak the same language just as loudly , spit and scratch themselves just as much, whether on the field or off. More properly, nothing off the field matters to them, except perhaps sex, which they also treat as a game, and alcohol. As a result, they live almost a divided life. On the field, they can be serious, competitive, eager, and disciplined.
Off the field, they are lazy, careless, disorganized, and disaffected. Such a divided life is the hallmark of barbarism. In his classic account of the ancient Germanic tribes, the Roman historian Tacitus contrasted the energy and purpose of the German men on the field of battle with their listlessness in the camp. Whenever they are not fighting, they pass much of their time in the chase, and still more in idleness, giving themselves up to sleep and to feasting, the bravest and the most warlike doing nothing, and surrendering the management of the household, of the home, and of the land, to the women, the old men, and all the weakest members of the family.
They themselves lie buried in sloth, a strange combination in their nature that the same men should be so fond of idleness, so averse to peace. The ancient barbarians did little except fight and hunt. The modern barbarians do little besides play sports and pursue women. To be sure, they have other amusements. But these activities do not as a rule require sensibility or thought.
Indeed, typical barbarian pastimes, like drinking mightily and watching WWF wrestling, seem expressly contrived to stupefy the senses and nullify the intellect. Barbarians, not surprisingly, listen to barbaric music. Allan Bloom famously identified rock-and-roll as the music of sexual intercourse. It was no accident that the progenitor of the rock-and-roll revolution was nicknamed "the Pelvis. It is certainly not the music of intercourse, at least not of the consensual variety, since girls and women generally hate it.
And with good reason: It is impossible to dance to. You can, of course, thrust your fist over and over into the air. Heavy metal lacks all rhythmic quality, sounding more like jet engines taking off while a growling male voice shouts repeated threats, epithets, and obscenities.
Heavy metal lacks all subtlety, reflection, harmony, refinement—in a word, civilization. For good reason did Plato combine music with gymnastic instruction in the education of the guardian class of his Republic.
A certain kind of music would soften the souls of young men. Heavy metal softens nothing. It is the music of pure rage. Barbarians, strictly speaking, have no manners.
They shout out to each other in public as though the world were a playing field or a rock concert. To complement the shouting, there is a recognizable barbarian posture, carriage, and comportment. They slouch in their seats. They belch and proudly pass loud gas in public places. They spit practically everywhere they go. A particularly annoying barbarian habit is not looking you in the eye. He will look this way and that, shrug his shoulders, move his body in different directions, but rarely just stand in one place, look you in the eye, and say something intelligible.
Speaking to adults used to be one of the first lessons a child learned. Proper speech and posture and other signs of respect helped to bring him into the community of civilized human beings.
No longer. Young males, of course, have always been rough around the edges. But in the past, their edges were smoothed, in part, by being introduced into female company. Boys learned to behave properly first from their mothers and later around other women and girls. They held open doors, pulled out chairs, stood up when a woman entered a room, stood up in public places to offer their seats, took off their hats in the presence of women, and carefully guarded their language so as not to offend the fair sex.
All that is gone. In no other aspect of their conduct is barbarism more apparent among a large number of young men these days than in their treatment of women. Not only do they not show women any special regard. They go out of their way to bother them.
A woman does not like to be yelled at by men in passing cars or from dormitory rooms. She does not like to walk by a group of imposing, leering young men only to hear them cutting up after she passes. She does not like to be the subject of jests and sexual innuendo.
But this sort of thing goes on all the time. Young women who appear in public, whether in a dance club, at a pub, or in a shopping mall, are constantly accosted by packs of young males on the prowl who consider it their inalienable right to make crude, suggestive advances.
These days young males curse with abandon in front of women, often in reference to sex. Nighttime finds barbarians reveling in the pick-up, hook-up culture of the bar scene. In short, the company of women no longer brings out the best in young men.
Around the opposite sex, the adolescent and post-adolescent males of today are at their worst. The problem of the modern barbarian is no academic or fastidious concern.
Plato was right to regard the education and civilization of spirited males as the sine qua non of a decent political order. They are the natural watchdogs of society.
When they are not properly trained, they become at best nuisances and at worst something much more dangerous. Men Without Chests At the other extreme from true manliness is the wimp. Wimps are in many ways the opposite of barbarians. We would be mistaken, however, to classify wimps as simply young men without muscle. Often enough they are the stereotypical pound weaklings who get sand kicked in their faces at the beach. But slightness of build and want of talent in sports do not make one a wimp.
The diminutive and sickly James Madison was a man, just as was the towering and vigorous George Washington. If barbarians suffer from a misdirected manliness, wimps suffer from a want of manly spirit altogether. They lack what the ancient Greeks called thumos, the part of the soul that contains the assertive passions: pugnacity, enterprise, ambition, anger.
Thumos compels a man to defend proximate goods: himself, his honor, his lady, his country; as well as universal goods: truth, beauty, goodness, justice. Without thumotic men to combat the cruel, the malevolent, and the unjust, goodness and honor hardly have a chance in our precarious world. But two conditions must be present for thumos to fulfill its mission. First, the soul must be properly ordered.
Besides thumos, symbolized by the chest, the soul is composed of reason and appetites, symbolized by the head on the one hand and the stomach and loins on the other. Reason has the capacity to discern right from wrong, but it lacks the strength to act.
Appetites, while necessary to keep the body healthy, pull the individual toward pleasures of a lower order. In the well-ordered soul, as C. Lewis put it, "the head rules the belly through the chest.
The second condition that must be present is a sufficient level of thumos to enable the man to rise to the defense of honor or goodness when required. Modern education and culture, however, have conspired to turn modern males into what C. Lewis called "men without chests," that is, wimps. The chest of the wimp has atrophied from want of early training. The wimp is therefore unable to live up to his duties as a man: We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise.
We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful. Wimps make worthless watchdogs. But their failure as watchdogs or guardians has nothing to do with size or physique.
My father used to tell me when I was growing up, "It is not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog" that matters. Many of today's young men seem to have no fight in them at all.
Not for them to rescue damsels in distress from the barbarians. Furthermore, wimps vote. As Aristotle pointed out, to the cowardly, bravery will seem more like rashness and foolhardiness than what it really is.
Hence political and social issues that require bravery for their solution elicit only hand-wringing and half-measures from the wimps. Wimps are always looking for the easy way out.
Like the barbarian, the wimp is easily recognized by his personality and preoccupations. His main passion is music. Music does not serve him as it does the Platonic guardian, to balance his soul. Nor is he usually a performer or student of music. He has no affinity for classical symphony or opera. Rather, he finds that certain types of music evoke a mood of listless self-infatuation. He may at times listen to music with friends. And he will probably try to express his interest in a girl by quoting a song lyric.
Nonetheless, his absorption with music is essentially a private refuge from the challenges of the world. In addition to music, the wimp may take an interest in the opposite sex.
But his approach to dating and relationships is different from the barbarian. The barbarian has simple appetites. His ideal is the Playboy playmate or the winner of a hot legs contest at Daytona Beach, and his ultimate aim in any relationship or encounter, whatever he may say, is sex.
As an athlete, the barbarian is a hero of sorts. He walks with an unmistakable air of confidence. The wimp, on the other hand, has more complex reasons for wanting women.
Although sex is certainly one of his desires, more than sex he needs affirmation. He desperately needs a girlfriend to boost his self-confidence. Having someone else notice him will somehow show the world that he is not a total loser.
The wimp also needs someone to hear his laments, to commiserate with him when he is feeling down, to discover his secret self. Since he has few qualities or achievements to recommend him, he seeks to appear "interesting" or mysterious.
Initially, the wimp might seem amusing to an unsuspecting young lady and very different from the insensitive jocks and rowdies she has known. Ultimately, however, the wimp seeks to draw her into his web of melancholy and self-pity. The story always ends unhappily since romance cannot be based upon pity or the thin facade of personality.
He might mope and whine his way into a woman's bed but will find excuses to avoid "commitment. The wimp is unmanly in other ways, especially when compared to young men in the past. Throughout history men have come of age by preparing for war, going to sea, felling forests, or even mastering Latin and Greek.
Besides listening to music, however, how does the average wimp spend the most formative years of his life? Andy Warhol was, in this respect, a paragon of wimpiness. Whenever he felt down and was tired of painting soup cans, he would go shopping to cheer himself up.
After his death, bags upon bags of unused products were found in his New York apartment. The wimp is a perfect consumer. In the largest sense, he consumes the liberties and public treasures his forefathers have passed on to him through their "blood, toil, tears, and sweat," without himself adding anything back to the common stock. Needless to say, these sketches are not exhaustive. Barbarians and wimps come in many forms in a society that celebrates Diversity as we do.
But all of them remind us that Plato's quandary was a timeless one and is our quandary no less than his. Our civilization cannot be sustained by barbarians or wimps; it needs true men. Brave New World The world has always had its share of wimps and barbarians.
Throughout history and literature they have appeared under the names of rogues, scoundrels, boors, ne'er-do-wells, namby-pambies, fops, and macaroni men, to name a few.
What needs explaining is why these two obviously defective character types have become so common, at times seeming like the norm. A close look at the culture in which boys are raised reveals not only that they are no longer encouraged to become vigorous and responsible men, but also that practically every factor affecting their development is profoundly hostile to the ideals and practices of traditional manhood and the painstaking steps necessary to attain it. The demanding regime of physical and moral instruction that used to turn boys into men and the larger cultural forces that supported that instruction have been systematically dismantled by a culture that ostensibly enables all individuals but in reality disables men.
That dehumanizing tyranny of pleasure, described by Aldous Huxley, resembles the world of easy effort and easy virtue that entices adolescent males today to indulge in their appetites at the expense of their nobler longings and passions.
Above all, there is easy sex. Sure jeans and T-shirt are fine on informal gathering a little dressed up gives better impressions when meeting new people. As for manicures, I think it mostly depend on the man's occupation or chores.
A manicure would really be a waste of money when I'm busy with home projects around the house. Hair styles vary also, and some take more time handling. Is my hair that much of a threat to her that she would belittle the effort I put in it to my liking?
Lotions, skin care. I observe the skins of grandparent age couples. The man's skin seems most likely to be candidates to skin cancer, or close to that leathery sun-dried texture. Lotions, sun blocks really helps in the long run and it's good to have such knowledge.
Eye liner. I draw the line to not poke anything near my eye. Ok, maybe that's just for Goth-metros. Originally Posted by Ro Those are hobbies, interests things that appeal to your personality.
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