My sister sent me the following link today and it has made me very sad. A whole section on what to buy your metrosexual boyfriend for Christmas? Is this where we are headed?
As one of the apparent last single women around who truly appreciates a rugged man, I believe that this is the downfall of our society. Why are we catering to these pansy ass men? Why can’t we just buy them tools and video games and other such manly paraphernalia?
Other then my penchant for shoes and crying, I am not a girly girl. I was not raised that way. My father always told me that if someone hits you, you hit them back. I have often been accused of taking the side of the boys when it comes to arguments, shopping, decorating, and toilet humor.
Much to my mother and sister’s dismay, I have chosen poker or the Giants over shopping. I drink beer and like football, basketball and boxing. I ran the NCAA pool last year. Gadgets, AV equipment and computers turn me on. My favorite Christmas present last year was my electric drill/screwdriver. It takes me 30 minutes to get ready, including my shower. I suck at being a girl.
If I am supposed to be buying my guy books about bad hair days and wine glasses, there is a problem. Guys are supposed to have bad hair days, scruff, bad clothes and drink beer. They are supposed to enjoy playing sports, sweating and getting dirty. When did it become ok for men to get manicures, pedicures, highlights and facials? I don’t even do those things.
So it stands to reason that the last thing I would like is a guy who acts like more of a chick then I do. If that is the case, I will remain steadfastly single until men are men again.
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About Me
- McDougall
- "if I could just unzip myself and step out and be someone else, I'd wanna be you. You're all heart, Rock."
6 comments:
McDougall's favorite gift for Christmas last year may have been the drill, but she still calls me everytime she needs to use it or a hammer. Therefore, I think that falls toward girly! What can I say, I would rather have you shopping with me and Mom than playing stupid Hold 'Em with Moose and Dad. I know it is selfish, but I am trying to pull you toward the girly side for my sake!
No, I call you when I need help hanging pictures. I am not so good with the whole crooked walls/level thing. I just end up putting 5 hole in the wall.
I am a total badass with my drill.
I too am attracted to manly men, and married one. Be patient, they are out there.
I do not tell people to send us cards without first sending them a card. I, however, feel that if I have sent someone a card it is just good manners for them to send one back. At that point, I feel that is acceptable to use some of my 'Italian charm'.
As for the CCC (Christmas Card Competition) losing some of the Christmas spirit, I disagree. Participating in the CCC actually forces me to broaden my horizions and contact people that I don't get to see or speak to much throughout the year. I am just spreading cheer throughout the central CT area and various other pockets of the country.
Besides, it is sad that letter and card writing is quickly becoming a lost art. I firmly believe in sending cards for Christmas, birthdays and thank you cards when people give you a gift. I am just doing my best to keep the tradition alive.
We currently have 17 cards placing us in second place. Even if I come in last place, it was still worth participating. Going to the mailbox everyday before Christmas and looking for those handwritten red, white and green envelopes just makes my day.
islandjbk, your husband is 99% manly man; however I do remember an incident involving a Lee Press On Nail. It also involved tequila, so I guess we'll let that slide. As long as the boys aren't getting metro on me, we're good!
As far as the cards, I am happy to say that I am not longer in last place. I have 16 legit cards as of yesterday. And I agree with Eboogie...it is nice to get mail that is not bills.
The fact that I only warrant a mere line in your generally dramatic rantings is proof that I have not been dramatic and therefore cannot be fined. Punk.
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