Statement: I Do Not Get The Metrosexual

Statement: I Don’t Get It. METROSEXUALS! Help Me.

As usual my blog today has a specific topic but will ask a number of questions. Please feel free to give me any feedback you deem positive, informative, funny, or even wrong as long as it’s not intended to hurt.

NOW! I hate interviewers who have only read about subjects like “Gator Wresslin” asserting points they’ve read in a book. I can tell you the only way you could know how “Hot Ghetto Mess” my neighborhood was, was to spend time and meet the people. Spending a week around me and my people in the 80’s would definitely be better than the book. (Side note: But if you have never seen American Graffiti, Cooley High, or Hollywood Knights check them out.)

I say all that cause. I DO NOT GET THE obsession or attraction to Metrosexuals.

This is what I do know. Everybody likes something. (I’m cool with that)
I usually don’t follow the curb.
Back when dudes used to like skin and bone girls in the little black video dresses…I always said “That chick looks like she’s 12.” Every since I saw “Thelma Evans” with the corn rows and she was going to elope with “Ebe” it ruined me for skinny women.

Getting back to Metrosexuals.
I admit that the “cave man” is corn ball too. Myself I love a woman who wants to be dragged by her hair…to a point. I actually find a woman with self confidence and her own life sexy. Add smart and creative to that and I start to feel down right perverted.
But when a woman can let me sweat. Cuss. Eat food that I should have thrown in the garbage at 19. And hug her till I hear bones crack…I’m in love…but I know that works for me.

Here’s my question. When did a man with a purse, who wears make up (yeah I listen to David Bowie too) and has his own make up bag, and constantly diets become sexy?

Statement: I always knew dudes like this and they always had their own way. And I do know that Metro is not specifically “gay” and there’s nothing wrong with “gay.” So we’re clear, me “not getting it” is not any type of phobia…there’s a gang of ish in this world that confuses me.

Question: Why do we have to quantify any strong statement these days? While actions are disregarded? If I say I love ice cream, I have to follow that up by a 14 paragraph statement explaining that my love for ice cream does not mean I hate people who eat Jell-O (I hate Jell-O itself.)

I could go on but I’ll let you guys respond.
Please explain the metrosexual craze to me? And why I can’t say I hate something with out having to support the thing I hate with a pre-amble?