My attention was recently drawn by a concerned member of the browsing public to a piece on Salon.com, ‘Retrosexuals: The latest lame macho catchphrase’ by Aaron Traister, entertainingly lambasting the ‘new’ retrosexual trend: I woke up this morning to discover my local paper, the Philadelphia Inquirer, peddling a story about… Read More »Retrosexuality isn’t what it used to be
A profile on the truck driving Republican Presidential hopeful from Boston Scott Brown in Vanity Fair caused a few chuckles last week with his wife’s cheeky revelation about the pink leather shorts he wore to his first date with her in the 1980s. Here’s the money shot: “The pinkish color… Read More »Republican Great White Hope Scott Brown’s Pink Leather Past
You may remember I couldn’t resist poking fun a while back at Canadian Club’s ‘Your Dad Wasn’t A Metrosexual’ poster, the one with with the tag line ‘Damn Right Your Dad Drank It’. It turns out there were several instalments in that faux retro campaign, including ‘Your Dad Never Tweezed… Read More »Damn Right Your Dad Swallowed
Mmmmm. Retrosexual masculinity. Served in a rocks glass. Effortless. Unselfconscious. Dated. It tastes just like your… dad. Unlike you, of course. You moisturize. Go to the gym. Watch what you eat. Fret about whether you’re worthy of love. Worry about what masculinity actually means. And taste of tea-tree oil and… Read More »Your Dad Wasn’t a Metrosexual: But His Best Buddy Was
So, Cilla, which of our lovely lads is the public going to plump for? Will it be ‘Dave’ the retrosexual PE teacher from Liverpool with a pint, who only uses aftershave his mum bought him for Christmas ‘on special occasions’ (but seems to be rather fond of hair product)? Or… Read More »The Sun newspaper: Retro or Metro?