And it’s not even Russell GirlyMan Brand this time sporting it. But this might just be his kitchen.
This is apparently where a man is supposed to enjoy that age old practice of applying fire to meat in order to create food. The color? Man-genta. Seriously, throwing ‘man’ into a word where it never belonged in the first place does not magically add testicles to the thing. No matter how you screw with the language, you cannot infuse testosterone where it does not occur naturally. Just because Ken’s junk is reportedly hiding somewhere in Barbie’s dream house, it does not mean you can barf pink all over a place and call it manly. It’s just not right.
Thankfully I can gaze across the living room at my man while he works with the skin of dead animals. Manliness is not dead yet.
It seems that it’s curtains for the last remnants of manhood residing in New York. Lacy, gently wafting curtains.