The Emosexual

Posted on 09 June 2008 by Manda Otto

Ok, I'm about to hand over my dude card and confess that I, she who loves beer, UFC, fishing, burping, and home depot, loved Sex In the City, the movie. Yes, it was predictable. Yes, it was the pure definition of chick flick. And yes, I would most definitely go see it again. Lucky for me, I am a female. Despite my otherwise manly indulgences, I have a ticket that excuses me from the ridicule of my fellow peers. Men, however, don't have it so easy.

My husband and I have been avid Sex in the City fans since the comfort stage of our relationship. You know the one, six months after the first sleep over when you no longer purposely match your underwear to earn "best girlfriend ever" points. My husband, who we'll call "Jay" to protect his identity, was the first to alert me of the movie rumors. His level of eagerness to be my movie date was a little shocking. I didn't expect Jay to kick and scream about the event but I didn't expect him to be so excited about it either.

We made plans to attend the first showing after work to avoid both lines of people and lines of potential witnesses. I could have done without the occasional "you GO girl" but overall, the movie itself was great. It was exactly what you would have expected from a typical chick-flick: a happy start, slight drama to deter you from happiness overload, a major dramatic conflict, some friendship/lovey dovie crap, mending, and low and behold, your happy ending.

I started thinking about the heat Jay was going to get for happily being my SITC galpal. The only thing poor Jay would be able to cover that Friday night over beer and guitar talk with the menfolk was how Charlotte finally got pregnant after all this time. As the guilt of my indulgence started kicking in, I couldn't help but wonder: are men the new 18th century women?

If a woman who enjoys baseball is sexy, than what is so wrong with a man who enjoys a good chick flick? Is it time for men to start a feminist movement of their own? Have we become so preoccupied by our own fight against the stereotypical female that we failed to notice the metamorphosis of the common man? Sure we caught and tagged the common metrosexual for further observation but this new breed seems to have slid by us unnoticed. Metrosexuals are groomed and pruned to be aesthetically pleasing to the naked female eye where as it would appear this new behavior is tailored to suit the more emotional side of a woman. The big question would be, are we ready for this guy to be among us ladies? And gentlemen, would you feel threatened by "this guy"?

It would appear I have a lot more to learn about this new breed of man. Until then, I am simply grateful to have a husband who I can share my love of super cheesy chick-flicks with and who is probably going to read this, share my chuckles and not make me sleep on the couch tonight.

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