- I'm damn good with a pistol;
- I can fix my own car in most cases;
- I once ate a 48 oz Porterhouse in one sitting (ditto for a platter of 50 hot wings);
- I don't mind snakes (though I'd prefer it if they're not pissed-off or poisonous);
- I know how to load a black-powder musket ... useless, but manly.
I'm not sure I do much that I would define as "metro".
- I blow-dry my hair -- does that count? Its less about the look and more about my general distaste for being wet. I tend to react to water a bit like a cat. I won't avoid stuff because of it ... but my mood generally darkens a bit when I'm soaked.
- I'm not a huge fan of bugs that are big enough to "crunch" under my boot. I'll still crush them ... but yuck.
I hunt, play bass guitar, enjoy metal/ rock n' roll (especially from the 80's), study boxing (I say study because I haven't found a sparring partner yet), work out (had to put a hold on that because of a muscle pull, real bummer), and read. I have a cat, and I think that's manly (cats hunt and are very strong and independent).
I am a bit of a neat/clean freak. Sometimes I worry about my clothes and looks, but I went to school in faded gray jeans with holes and rolled and folded cuffs, while wearing a Def Leppard shirt, so maybe it doesn't count. I am also rather skiddish about dirty hands.
From time-to-time, a member posts something suggesting "manliness" is embodied in only what I call the "rugged outdoorsman kind of manliness." Most here know that this isn't precisely correct, but that true manliness has many forms and involves a certain degree of self-sufficiency and much responsibility, in many areas of one's life. Yet, the "rugged outdoorsman type" is commonly the first image of "manly" many people think of when they hear the word. Roll with it.
Me, I don't like the suggestion that "metro" means "unmanly" or "effeminate." Among the other kinds of manliness is the "suave, urbane gentleman."
Unless the idea of the rugged outdoorsman is restricted to French trappers plying their trade through the western wilderness. Some form of husbandry would be on that list. And hopefully that fur trapper didn't just eat raw muskrat until he was finally able to win the affections of a squaw.
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