Tag Archives: metrosexual

Ryan Lochte Manscapes For Hours — With Liberace’s Razors

Tip: Supermarky

David Bowie’s Bisensuality

The DNA test results are in. And I can exclusively reveal that the real the metrosexual’s real daddy is… David Robert Jones. Whatever the truth of Bowie’s own sexuality, his early 70s intrusion into the living rooms of suburban England was the most powerful and provocative sexual liberation parade ever seen in the UK. He was later to

Polka Dots: Not Just for Girls

Mirror Men on Canvas — and in Crocs

The Delhi-based artist Pallavi Singh has been meditating on metrosexuality in the Indian subcontinental context again and has very kindly sent me these rather wonderful new paintings and given me permission to post them here. I think my personal favourite is ‘Rise of Mirror Man’ — I particularly like how his Crocs match his suspenders. Here’s

Nail Varnish For Warriors

  Tip: Benjamin D

Metrosexy Joey Has a Very Tidy Body

Princess Spiderman

An interesting segment from ABC about the way kids are made to wear the ‘appropriate’ gender, whether they want to or not. (Sorry about that emetic ‘message’ music at the end.) The first mother literally jumps with horror and a sharp intake of breath when the boy shows up in his princess outfit. OK, so maybe

It’s Not a Journey: The Endless Trend of Male Vanity

The next time someone tries to convince me that Pitt is ‘a really great actor, actually’ I’ll just throw my eyes around the room in a casually-but-profoundly dramatic fashion before fixing them on the Fight Club fanboy — and it always is a Fight Club fanboy — and saying: “THERE you ARE!” I don’t mean to

Are Modern Men Manly Enough?

Yours truly takes part in a round table heated  debate on masculinity over at The New York Times. (You won’t be surprised to discover that unlike most contributors, I’m intensely relaxed about intensely relaxed modern masculinity.)

Charlie Brooker’s Anxious Anus

Middle class metrophobia keeps rearing its ugly, anxious head and leaving a really bad smell in the air. Maybe it’s because some middle class men are happier pretending that they don’t have bodies, just giant self-propelled brains (that are always right), but men’s new-found desire to be desired and the attendant rampant sexualisation of the