What the fuck is a metrosexual?
Is it someone who has a fetish for humping underground trains?
Apparently Darren has become one. He proudly announces that he is one and has a Man Bag.
Now I have a Man Bag. All men have them, except those who have been involved in very nasty accidents. Under no circumstances am I going to walk around showing mine off though.
Darren examines his on the DART. That is disgusting. I might scratch mine, but that’s as far as I’d go. This metrosexual thing seems to have quite a few perversions attached.
Another is that he has a photo of that ponce Beckham on the page. Even worse, he has a photo of me on the same page. Maybe my photo is there to show what a real man should look like? I sincerely hope so.
I am worried for Darren.
Next thing he’ll be subscribing to Oxendales.
Or, [God between us and small farms] he’ll stoop so low as to start commenting on Beaut.ie and put them on his Blogroll.
Darren, my son. Men are men, and women are women. Stop blurring the boundaries. It leads to trouble. The only fashion accessory you should ever have or need is a wristwatch. Put your hands in your pockets where they belong and stop faffing about.
I blame the oestrogen in the water supply.