[ought-six]

This has got to be satire. I don’t doubt that the number of “girly” or “sensitive” men is growing at an alarming rate, given their indoctrination in the fuzzy-feely public schools of America, but the article implies that ALL men will fall to such depths within a decade “unless government steps in.”

Well, I’m in my late 50s and I can say without reservation that I will remain the neanderthal that I am (”neanderthal” is a term I have heard from some quarters to describe a man who can work with his hands building things and fixing things, who is physically active, likes the outdoors — particularly hunting — and will move mountains if he has to in order to provide for his family).

[DYngbld]

Ahhh a guy with skills, I suspect someday we will rule the world, as most of the “girlie men” will need someone the unplug the crapper, and will pay for the service. I for one will never starve and neither will my family. All of my children and my wife have basic mechanic and construction skills.

[NaughtiusMaximus]

(”neanderthal” is a term I have heard from some quarters to describe a man who can work with his hands building things and fixing things, who is physically active, likes the outdoors — particularly hunting — and will move mountains if he has to in order to provide for his family).

Me too! Me that too!

[mountn man]

I'm Still A Guy-video

When you see a deer you see Bambi
and I see antlers up on the wall.
When you see a lake you think picnics
and I see a large mouth up under that log.
You're probably thinkin' that you're gonna change me.
In some ways well maybe you might.
Scrub me down,
dress me up,
oh but no matter what
remember I'm still a guy.

When you see a priceless French painting
and I see a drunk naked girl.
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
and I'd like to give it a whirl.
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
and in weak moment I might
walk your sissy dog,
hold your purse at the mall
but remember I'm still a guy.

I'll pour out my heart,
hold your hand in the car,
write a love song that makes you cry.
Then turn right around
knock some jerk to the ground
'cause he copped feel
as you walk by.

I can hear you now talkin' to your friends
sayin', "Yeah girls he's come a long way
from draggin' his knuckles and carryin' a club
and buildin' a fire in a cave."
But when you say a back rub means only a back rub
then you swat my hand when I try.
Well now what can I say
at the end of the day,
"Honey, I'm still a guy."

And I'll pour out my heart,
hold your hand in the car,
write a love song that makes you cry.
Then turn right around
knock some jerk to the ground 'cause he copped feel as you walk by.

These days there's dudes gettin' facials,
manicured, waxed and botoxed.
With deep spray-on tans
and creamy lotiony hands
you can't grip a tackle box.

Yeah, with all of these men linein' up to get neutered
it's hip now to be feminized.
I don't highlight my hair,
I've still got a pair.
Yeah, honey I'm still a guy.

Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked
there's a gun in my truck.
Oh thank god, I'm still a guy.