Have men learnt nothing?
October 1st 2008 02:13
Three years ago, metrosexuality in Sydney was in full swing. Guys were looking neat and wearing tailored shirts and leather shoes, and some even dared to wear pink. In late 2008 however, it seems that men are becoming lax about their appearance once again. Whenever I'm out at night, I see girls dressed to the nines while their boyfriends mooch around in hoodies. They're usually unshaven and like to give off the vibe that when it comes to outfit choices, they couldn't care less.
So is metrosexuality dead? No, I don't think it is, but it's certainly gone out of fashion. Being the "real man", who doesn't give a damn what he wears, is now the order of the day. And I think it's a shame - I liked seeing straight guys making the effort and taking an interest in clothes. Thankfully many still do, but the majority of young men have embraced this new fashion-laziness. Photos of parties look a little silly when the girls are wearing the latest designs and sky-high heels, with plenty of care taken with hair and makeup, while the guys wear jeans, a grubby shirt and their oldest Volleys. What took the girl two hours to prepare for took the man less than thirty seconds - or that's how it looks.
I'm all for a happy medium. I don't want my guy taking longer to get ready for a party than I do, but at the same time I don't want him to look like he just fell out of bed either. If men could find a halfway point between metrosexuality and sartorial indifference, then the streets of Sydney may just become a more attractive place.
David Beckham: metrosexual and real man
So is metrosexuality dead? No, I don't think it is, but it's certainly gone out of fashion. Being the "real man", who doesn't give a damn what he wears, is now the order of the day. And I think it's a shame - I liked seeing straight guys making the effort and taking an interest in clothes. Thankfully many still do, but the majority of young men have embraced this new fashion-laziness. Photos of parties look a little silly when the girls are wearing the latest designs and sky-high heels, with plenty of care taken with hair and makeup, while the guys wear jeans, a grubby shirt and their oldest Volleys. What took the girl two hours to prepare for took the man less than thirty seconds - or that's how it looks.
I'm all for a happy medium. I don't want my guy taking longer to get ready for a party than I do, but at the same time I don't want him to look like he just fell out of bed either. If men could find a halfway point between metrosexuality and sartorial indifference, then the streets of Sydney may just become a more attractive place.
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