Tanya Gold sums it all up.:babe3:
Metrosexual twigmen who admire your shoes are all very well in good times, but when the going gets tough, what you actually want is a REAL man, says Tanya Gold. As I stick my head out of my window, I smell a change in the evening air. Everywhere I look big, dark, hairy, slightly fat men are staring at me - from advertising billboards, cinema screens and the pages of glossy magazines.
They growl, they glower, they exude menace and demonic sex appeal. I wonder, could it be - could it really be - that the beefcake is back? Every credit crunch cloud has a silver lining. We are already saying goodbye to haute cuisine, ugly, overpriced handbags and £60 knickers. Why did we ever pay so much for a bit of ribbon and a label? What was wrong with us? Were we mad?
We are kissing hello to supermarket own brands, holidays in Cornwall, making do and mending, and knitting. Even Scrabble is making a comeback. And, best of all things - better than Christmas every day, better than a pay rise, better than me - men who look as if they might actually be men are back.
Goodbye metrosexual twigman with your sad little manbag - you never did it for me - and hello beefcake beast. Where have you been? It should come as no surprise. Economic depressions have always walked hand in hand with the worship of raw machismo. That is just the way it goes.
Ask Hollywood, if you don’t believe me.
Who was the No. 1 box office star of the troubled Thirties? Fred Astaire with his tiny feet and silly hats?
Not a chance. It was dark, dangerous Clark Gable (he of ‘Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn’) with rugged Spencer Tracy - a man who looked as if he’d kill anyone who wouldn’t ……..
Goodbye skinny metrosexuals, the beefcake is back | Daily Mail Online