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BigBadBrian
05-18-2004, 02:40 PM
I'm posting this under the political area since I'm sure it will spark some heated political debate..... ......... :D

THE RETROSEXUAL MAN

Ok folks, I have had it. I've taken all I can stand
and I can't stand no more. Every time my TV is on, all
that can be seen are effeminate men prancing about,
redecorating houses and talking about foreign concepts
like "style" and "feng shui." Heterosexual,
homosexual, bisexual, trans-sexual, metrosexual,
non-sexual; blue, green, and purple-sexual-bogus
definitions have taken over the urban and suburban
world!

Real men of the world, stand up, scratch your butt,
belch, and yell "ENOUGH!" I hereby announce the start
of a new offensive in the culture wars, the
Retrosexual movement.

The RetroSexual Code :

A Retrosexual does not let neighbors screw up rooms in
his house on National TV.

A Retrosexual, no matter what the women insists, PAYS
FOR THE DATE.

A Retrosexual opens doors for a lady. Even for the
ones that fit that term only because they are female.

A Retrosexual DEALS with IT! Be it a flat tire,
break-in into your home, or a natural disaster, you
DEAL WITH IT.

A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills
it himself.

A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be 90.
It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90
years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I
salute you.

A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products
than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of
stuff. Retrosexuals need an endcap (possibly 2 endcaps
if you include shaving goods.)

A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic
when he's 30 Years old.

A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff
(or people) if need be. This falls under the "DEALING
WITH IT" portion of The Code.

A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the
title.

A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of
manliness for women. Some is inevitable, but major
re-invention of yourself will only lead to you
becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run,
she ain't worth it.

A Retrosexual is allowed to seek professional help for
major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction,
death of your entire family in a freak treechipper
accident, favorite sports team being moved to a
different city, or favorite bird dog expiring, etc.


You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy
didn't pay you enough attention to you. Daddy was busy
DEALING WITH IT. When you screwed up, he DEALT with
you.

A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his
wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.

A Retrosexual knows how to tie a Windsor knot when
wearing a tie - and ONLY a Windsor knot.

A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he
can brag about getting.

A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools.
If you can't hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole,
practice in secret until you can - or be rightfully
ridiculed for the wuss you are.

A Retrosexual knows that owning a gun is not a sign
that your are riddled with fear. Guns are TOOLS and
are often essential to DEAL WITH IT. Plus it's just
plain fun to shoot.

Crying. There are very few reason that a Retrosexaul
may cry, and none of them have to do with TV
commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports teams are
sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of
release is swearing or throwing the remote control.
Some reasons a Retrosexual can cry include, but are
not limited to, death of a loved one, death of a pet
(fish do NOT count as pets in this case), and loss of
a major body part.

A Retrosexual man's favorite movie isn't "Maid in
Manhattan" (unless that refers to some foxy French
maid sitting in a huge tub of brandy or whiskey), or
"Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood." Acceptable
ones may include any of the Dirty Harry or Nameless
Drifter movies (Clint in his better days), Rambo I or
II, the Dirty Dozen, The Godfather Trilogy, Scarface,
The Road Warrior, The Die Hard series, Caddyshack,
Rocky I, II, or III, Full Metal Jacket, any James Bond
Movie, Raging Bull, Bullitt, any Bruce Lee movie,
Apocalypse Now, Goodfellas, Reservoir Dogs, Fight
Club, etc.

When a Retrosexual is on a crowded bus and or a
commuter train, and a pregnant woman, hell, any woman
gets on, that retrosexual is required to stand up and
offer his seat to that woman. He then looks around at
the other so-called men still in their seats with a
disgusted "you punks" look on his face.

A Retrosexual knows how to say the Pledge of
Allegiance properly, and with the correct emphasis and
pronunciation. He also knows the words to the Star
Spangled Banner.

A Retrosexual will have hobbies and habits his wife
and mother do not understand, but that are essential
to his manliness, in that they offset the acceptable
manliness decline he suffers when married/engaged in a
serious healthy relationship - i.e., hunting, boxing,
shot putting, shooting, cigars, car maintenance.

A Retrosexual knows how to sharpen his own knives and
kitchen utensils.

A Retrosexual man can drive in snow (hell, a blizzard)
without sliding all over or driving under 20 mph,
without anxiety, and without high-centering his ride
on a plow berm.

A Retrosexual man can chop down a tree and make it
land where he wants. Wherever it lands is where he
damn well wanted it to land.

A Retrosexual will give up his seat on a bus to not
only any women but any elderly person or person in
military dress (except officers above 2nd Lt) NOTE:
The person in military dress may turn down the offer
but the Retrosexual man will ALWAYS make the offer to
them and thank them for serving their country.

A Retrosexual man doesn't need a contract -- a
handshake is good enough. He will always stand by his
word even if circumstances change or the other person
deceived him.

A Retrosexual man doesn't immediately look to sue
someone when he does something stupid and hurts
himself. We understand that sometimes in the process
of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT!

livingproof
05-18-2004, 02:52 PM
Amen.

knuckleboner
05-18-2004, 04:00 PM
Originally posted by BigBadBrian
I'm posting this under the political area since I'm sure it will spark some heated political debate..... ......... :D

THE RETROSEXUAL MAN



The RetroSexual Code :


A Retrosexual, no matter what the women insists, PAYS
FOR THE DATE.



no way. trust me; if she insists on paying at least half, but is still 100% down for the deal later in the evening, all the better.


ok, so maybe deep down, she's heard some feminist crap that getting a free meal, concert, movie, etc. and then giving up the buns, even if she wanted to, kinda is equal to prostitution.

so what? i don't gotta agree with her reasoning. but 1/2 priced buns is too good a deal to pass up.

lucky wilbury
05-18-2004, 04:41 PM
Originally posted by BigBadBrian
I'm posting this under the political area since I'm sure it will spark some heated political debate..... ......... :D

THE RETROSEXUAL MAN

Ok folks, I have had it. I've taken all I can stand
and I can't stand no more. Every time my TV is on, all
that can be seen are effeminate men prancing about,
redecorating houses and talking about foreign concepts
like "style" and "feng shui." Heterosexual,
homosexual, bisexual, trans-sexual, metrosexual,
non-sexual; blue, green, and purple-sexual-bogus
definitions have taken over the urban and suburban
world!

Real men of the world, stand up, scratch your butt,
belch, and yell "ENOUGH!" I hereby announce the start
of a new offensive in the culture wars, the
Retrosexual movement.

The RetroSexual Code :

A Retrosexual does not let neighbors screw up rooms in
his house on National TV.

A Retrosexual, no matter what the women insists, PAYS
FOR THE DATE.

A Retrosexual opens doors for a lady. Even for the
ones that fit that term only because they are female.

A Retrosexual DEALS with IT! Be it a flat tire,
break-in into your home, or a natural disaster, you
DEAL WITH IT.

A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills
it himself.

A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be 90.
It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90
years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I
salute you.

A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products
than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of
stuff. Retrosexuals need an endcap (possibly 2 endcaps
if you include shaving goods.)

A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic
when he's 30 Years old.

A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff
(or people) if need be. This falls under the "DEALING
WITH IT" portion of The Code.

A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the
title.

A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of
manliness for women. Some is inevitable, but major
re-invention of yourself will only lead to you
becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run,
she ain't worth it.

A Retrosexual is allowed to seek professional help for
major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction,
death of your entire family in a freak treechipper
accident, favorite sports team being moved to a
different city, or favorite bird dog expiring, etc.


You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy
didn't pay you enough attention to you. Daddy was busy
DEALING WITH IT. When you screwed up, he DEALT with
you.

A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his
wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.

A Retrosexual knows how to tie a Windsor knot when
wearing a tie - and ONLY a Windsor knot.

A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he
can brag about getting.

A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools.
If you can't hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole,
practice in secret until you can - or be rightfully
ridiculed for the wuss you are.

A Retrosexual knows that owning a gun is not a sign
that your are riddled with fear. Guns are TOOLS and
are often essential to DEAL WITH IT. Plus it's just
plain fun to shoot.

Crying. There are very few reason that a Retrosexaul
may cry, and none of them have to do with TV
commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports teams are
sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of
release is swearing or throwing the remote control.
Some reasons a Retrosexual can cry include, but are
not limited to, death of a loved one, death of a pet
(fish do NOT count as pets in this case), and loss of
a major body part.

A Retrosexual man's favorite movie isn't "Maid in
Manhattan" (unless that refers to some foxy French
maid sitting in a huge tub of brandy or whiskey), or
"Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood." Acceptable
ones may include any of the Dirty Harry or Nameless
Drifter movies (Clint in his better days), Rambo I or
II, the Dirty Dozen, The Godfather Trilogy, Scarface,
The Road Warrior, The Die Hard series, Caddyshack,
Rocky I, II, or III, Full Metal Jacket, any James Bond
Movie, Raging Bull, Bullitt, any Bruce Lee movie,
Apocalypse Now, Goodfellas, Reservoir Dogs, Fight
Club, etc.

When a Retrosexual is on a crowded bus and or a
commuter train, and a pregnant woman, hell, any woman
gets on, that retrosexual is required to stand up and
offer his seat to that woman. He then looks around at
the other so-called men still in their seats with a
disgusted "you punks" look on his face.

A Retrosexual knows how to say the Pledge of
Allegiance properly, and with the correct emphasis and
pronunciation. He also knows the words to the Star
Spangled Banner.

A Retrosexual will have hobbies and habits his wife
and mother do not understand, but that are essential
to his manliness, in that they offset the acceptable
manliness decline he suffers when married/engaged in a
serious healthy relationship - i.e., hunting, boxing,
shot putting, shooting, cigars, car maintenance.

A Retrosexual knows how to sharpen his own knives and
kitchen utensils.

A Retrosexual man can drive in snow (hell, a blizzard)
without sliding all over or driving under 20 mph,
without anxiety, and without high-centering his ride
on a plow berm.

A Retrosexual man can chop down a tree and make it
land where he wants. Wherever it lands is where he
damn well wanted it to land.

A Retrosexual will give up his seat on a bus to not
only any women but any elderly person or person in
military dress (except officers above 2nd Lt) NOTE:
The person in military dress may turn down the offer
but the Retrosexual man will ALWAYS make the offer to
them and thank them for serving their country.

A Retrosexual man doesn't need a contract -- a
handshake is good enough. He will always stand by his
word even if circumstances change or the other person
deceived him.

A Retrosexual man doesn't immediately look to sue
someone when he does something stupid and hurts
himself. We understand that sometimes in the process
of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT!

:killer: :rockit2:

Coyote
05-18-2004, 05:00 PM
Amen, brother Brian! :smoke::killer:

alexpgrimes
05-18-2004, 09:45 PM
Now your preachin' to the choir my brotha'

Dr. Love
05-18-2004, 10:30 PM
A tribute to real men.

When did it become acceptable in this country for a man to go from being a rugged, plaid-wearing, beef jerky eating badass to a well-groomed, "metrosexual" girly-boy like Ben Affleck? Affleck recently agreed to be a spokesman for L'Oreal, with L'Oreal quoted as saying "Ben embodies a new generation of men who show their strength in their personality but are not afraid to care for their appearance." Afraid of taking care of their appearances? It's not that we're afraid you assholes, it's that we don't menstruate. What next? Men getting hormone injections so they can breast feed?


"Ben embodies a new generation of men who show their strength in their personality but are not afraid to breast feed their children."
Is it okay that I don't have a sense of style? Is it okay for me to scratch myself? I'm hairy. I like wearing plaid and I don't want to be told how to dress by some dude with a "queer eye." Is that okay with you sissies, or would you like me to package my balls and neatly carry them in a purse? For crying out loud. You're turning us into a nation of pussies.

That's why I wrote this tribute to real men, the kind of men who perpetuate our species, don't know what conditioner is used for, and don't apologize for not wearing makeup. Without further ado, real men:

Gregory Peck:

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/images/peck_theman.jpg

Gregory Peck is a man's man, the kind of man you read about in the bible. A man who came from a time when beating your woman was not only socially acceptable, but encouraged (not that I'm saying spousal abuse is right, I'm just saying that sometimes she deserves it). He has the charisma of Frank Sinatra and the rugged manliness of a lumber jack. Even his last name is manly: "Peck," the phonetic equivalence of a slang term for a man's chest; it's a simple, almost primitive sound like a grunt, straight and to the point without fancy extra syllables and gratuitous punctuation. His default expression is a determined scowl, like he's prepared to introduce you to the business end of his shoe if you look at him wrong.

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/images/peck_driving.jpg
Picture of Peck driving with a face full of scowl and a woman in the passenger seat, like God intended.

Unlike the self-serving asshole Christopher Reeve, Peck became chair of the American Cancer Society despite the fact that he never had cancer. His integrity was genuine on-screen and off. Hats off to Peck for being a real man.

Aron Ralston:

If you're asking yourself "who the hell is Aron Ralston," you'd better step back and re-evaluate your life right now. Ralston, the living legend, was hiking up a cliff in southern Utah (probably to do something manly like take a leak off of it), when a giant boulder fell on him, pinning his arm against the ground. Most people would have just died, but did he surrender his life to a mere giant life-threatening boulder? Hell no. He just kept getting angrier and angrier until he finally CUT OFF HIS ARM WITH A DULL KNIFE. This after he literally chiseled away at the bone so he could snap his arm off and free himself from underneath the rock. Yes, you read that correctly, he cut off his own arm with a dull pocket knife.

Since I don't have any credible sources of what happened next, I'm going to go off of the next best thing: hearsay and rumor. After he cut off his arm, he jumped off the cliff and broke his fall with his face, just because he's that tough. Then he got ambushed by a tribe of angry Indians, caught an arrow in his heart, pulled it out and killed all the warriors with it. On his way back a buffalo crossed his path so what did Ralston do? He head-butt it to death, then he found its offspring and broke their ribs just for pissing him off. Then he chopped down a tree with his undoubtedly large penis, built a raft out of it and rafted down the green river. That's the damn truth--more or less. Aron Ralston is a real man and one tough son of a bitch. He deserves utmost respect for being such a badass.

Captain Sigurdur "Iceman" Petursson:

I couldn't find a picture of captain Petursson, so I drew one:

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/images/captain1.gif

Captain Petursson, the skipper of a trawler named "Erik the Red," was watching his crew gut some fish one day when he saw a shark swimming towards them. Did he grab his skirt and run screaming like some nancy-boy? Hell no! He ran alright, right into the water, grabbed the 660 lb (300 kg) shark by its tail, dragged it to land and MURDERED IT WITH HIS KNIFE!!*$# Holy shit!

Although he's called the "Iceman," I have no doubt this man was born and raised a pirate. How can he not be? He probably eats rocks and shits gun powder. If he were any manlier, he'd start a website where he lambasted morons who emailed him on a daily basis. Captain Petursson is a real man in every sense of the word.

John Hirsch:

John Hirsch was minding his own damn business in his back yard when a black bear had the audacity to assault him in his own home. Hirsch pulled out his 3 inch knife and called the bear on, circling him like a wrestler in a ring. The bear kept swatting at him, but Hirsch ducked, then stabbed the bear in the face each time it lunged. When the bear finally had enough of its shit ruined, it finally gave up and died like a pussy: its tongue was severed, jaw broken and it had several new assholes ripped into it, making it more aerodynamic (if you happen to be optimistic).

Of course, animal rights groups bitched about Hirsch, saying the bear was just looking for food. No shit? I'm sure the bear would have had no qualm about eating Hirsch, and the dumbass animal rights activists would have gotten a huge chubby if the bear had eaten him. I wish a bear would eat them instead.

That about covers it for this tribute to real men, but there's one more I have to mention:

Judge Mathis:

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/images/mathis_badass2.jpg

Judge Mathis deserves to be on this list simply because he happens to have the most finely tuned bullshit detector I've ever seen. Nothing gets past him. Sometimes he plays along with someone when he knows they're lying, letting the person build a complex house of contradictions thatched together with bullshit so he can come back and stomp everyone's ass in the court room. Judge Judy, Joe Brown, and "Texas Justice" Larry Joe have nothing on him. Mathis could chew them up and spit them out like a pile of soggy sausages. He's part Shaft, part Matlock (the non-flaccid, non-geriatric part), and all badass. Hail Mathis.

http://maddox.xmission.com/c.cgi?u=real_men

ELVIS
05-18-2004, 11:47 PM
Awesome!

:elvis:

FORD
05-19-2004, 12:21 AM
I still don't know what the fuck this thread has to do with this forum, but what the fuck :D