What it takes to be a real man
Just as I don’t know exactly what it means to be a Malay, or whether I really prefer dogs or cats, I also don’t know what it takes to be a man, much less a REAL MAN. There. You can go back to whatever you were doing before this now. Or were the metrosexuals among you somehow hoping that I’d share some godforsaken secret that would help you redeem your self-esteem? You must think my surname is Spice, mate.
If you’re that interested to know more, well, all right, then. I shall tell you. But I warn you: I grew up without having any usable father figure type to model my behaviour after. (That’s why I’ve always had a problem with authority, but we’ll talk about that another time, I think.) So whatever tips you might find below, I’ve made it all up.
If you’re busy and stumped for time, here’s all you need to know about being a REAL MAN: stop wearing women’s accessories in your hair. Or anything that was designed for women, for that matter. In case you feel compelled to protest, let me ask you this: do women look good in a bushy mustache? There you go. Same dynamics apply. So kindly refrain from whupping my ass with your man-bags, please. (more…)
