The Death of Man a Call to Arms

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Oh woe to modern man.what has become of you!

Submitted: February 01, 2012

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The Death of Man A Call to Arms

With the rise of the metro-sexual man in the 21st century, the calls on men to spend more time applying moisturiser, being sensitive and in touch with their feelings has increased to ridiculous heights. What happened to men being men? Moody, stern figures. Rough round the edges. Not uncaring or unloving by any stretch. But men who didn’t need endless lists on tips on how to look good, 10 things woman like you to say and the top 10 face scrubs of the year. Men who say what they think. Not what it’s claimed you ladies want to hear.

 Due to an upsurge in woman’s and some men’s magazines. Claiming men must be in touch with their feminine side, able to vocalise their feelings regularly and spend more time in the bathroom than a female styling their hair. This constant trumpeting is sending modern man into a spiral of confusion. Neither being able to be manly for fear of being rebuked for the behaviour or able to stand up to the absurd requirements. For what reason should a man be in touch with the feminine side (The last time I checked both my sides were made up from manly components) for what reason should men spout their feelings? (Albeit on occasion it is warranted) and lastly hair styling should not last longer than it takes to have a shit. By all means I don’t blame this on magazines alone. It’s a full assault from all sides. It’s worse than Rourke’s drift, like being surrounded by thousands of angry Zulu’s armed with dating  tips and opinions on the latest fashion’s , there is no hard cover. These standards also being championed by a stream of vomit worthy cinema spewed forth from supposed popular films, depicting pale, skinny jean wearing, flowing haired men. Who manage with every look and word portray a wealth of feeling and hidden depths. If not a depiction of the ideal metro sexual male, then an incompetent buffoon of a man, struggling to find a girl who will accept him. On the brink of giving up and permanent rejection. Blundering through life until a series of events leads him to an epiphany which forces him to change his ways and finally makes it with the lead female. Trash, equally confusing to males and females.

 Men of few words are rare now. The rise of this metro sexual phenomenon could be the death or real men.  A call to arms is needed. For men to start being behaving in a fashion more suited to their natural instincts. Generally it is known that woman spend more time communicating between each other. Therefore they make better communicators. Were as men are less adept at this. Which in turn creates the situation were men are being seen as not able to vocalise their feelings.

 Actions are the companion of man.  A man would prefer to show his caring and love through gestures grand and small. But ask him to say what he feels and you will experience the stuttering mumbling mess.

In this decadent culture the modern man finds himself, being drowned in a myriad of advice on how to act, what is expected of him, especially in regards to how to behave with woman. Mention the wrong topic and it’s like you just finger banged her cat. (Yes I borrowed this line from Hank)Frequently now, men are portrayed in a weak and incompetent light. I’m not calling for knuckle dragging ogres who treat woman with disregard and as 2nd class citizens. I just wish a reclaiming of ground to make some kind of balance. I don’t wish a return to the days of men retiring to the smoking room to talk politics and business, while woman sit and talk of the latest scandal and who is looking fat.(although this kind of gossip still goes on)  more so  a refusal to succumb to certain social pressures that are heaped onto the modern man. Jumping through the social hoops required to gain approval of a female in the vague hope of getting sex. (Which incidentally is called ‘getting lucky’) .Although some men are happy to jump through these hoops. I say no...I’m no dancing monkey; I played that game before and ended up unstuck.  Now dancing to a different tune things seem back on an even keel. Now im no longer a slave to the game. Im playing my own game now. I don’t adjust myself anymore to fit in with the ideals portrayed by characters the effete film makers churn out regularly or try to be the kind of guy woman’s magazines tell woman I should be. Now it’s me...rough, uncouth. But not without my charms. I may not tell you that you are the love of my life, but it’s my standard. Not metro sexual, not an ogre. Just a man being a man.


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