When one has children one has to stop being a child. Although it may sound cute and modern, any adult worth their claim for respect should understand that I am not going to defer to their child for advice on career choices, purchases beyond toys and some clothes. However, it is ever more prevalent that one may observe adults that are physically larger copies of their children. They are given over to impulsiveness, irrational emotions that are used to get their own way with an ever ready sense of entitlement. Metroman, metrosexual or whatever these testosterone depleted individuals are called are the new man. Inclusiveness has replaced “man of the world”, which implied being aware and learned of all that life has to offer and being able to navigate those aspects. Sensitive has replaced awareness, butch has replaced machismo, and assertive (bullying) has replaced strong.

Sadly during this time of war the time of adult responsibility has been replaced by the need to pretend in confusion to be a man.

They assert themselves by being bullies; these fellows do, as an act of fake manliness but have no qualms about jumping into a car in the midst of a storm and leaving their girlfriends and wives to fend for themselves against the elements, instead of getting the door for them. “It is after all equal rights for all,” they sniffle to themselves.

They go home and play with their PS3’s etc  and moan that they are having casserole again. They rather go on Facebook to get advice for their kids and or relationships than speak to the kids or wife and have to always respond to their cell phones beck and call. By wiring something into their ear they magically become modern and “with it”, only to fall apart at the smallest aggravation. At the end of day the wife or girlfriend is still in charge of them because they can see right through their façade of manliness and thus the night settles on a mere shadow of manhood.