I'm Bringing manly Back...

Whilst talking to Alex online, I had an epiphany: I'm a metrosexual...except a woman.

Let me explain: A metrosexual is: "an urbane man who has a strong aesthetic sense and spends a substantial amount of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle." So, a metro is pretty much a gay-straight man (not to be confused with a straight-gay man). So pretty much, a metro is a man who is so comfortable in his sexuality that he can do things that have been defined by society as "girly" and not fear being labeled as gay.

I am different: I am a straight woman who loves "manly" things: sports, sports, and sports. I kind of live for sports nowadays, living from Mavs game to Mavs game, listening to Randy Galloway podcasts, etc. But it goes further than my love for sports: I have finally mellowed out. I think I have finally expelled all of my neuroses about men from my brain. I have successfully managed to attain a level of not caring what other people think and not overthinking things. I am at peace...

But even though I have taken on some kind of "manly" qualities, I have still maintained some girly ones: manis and pedis, shopping, fashion magazines.

The evidence of my change:

1. This past weekend, I bought the following at Barnes and Noble: W, Vogue, Cosmo, Self, Interview, Slam (basketball magazine with a killer interview with Charles Barkley), and the Red Auerbach and Phil Jackson books.

2. There was just a naked guy randomly in my hall, and I didn't care...that does not make me a lesbian, that just means that I didn't freak out like a pre-teen girl.

3. I frequently go to meals alone (that isn't really evidence of being a man, it's just evidence that I am content being alone...with my Interview and my Slam).

4. I told my mother to pound it...my MOTHER.

As you can see from the evidence presented, I am a mantrosexual. I look like a completely normal girl (and a very well-dressed one) on the outside, but on the inside, I am part man. But I am not gay....gew. That part of me is all girl. It also doesn't mean that I don't wanna girl talk. I love girl talk, I just am not the subject of the girl-talk as much anymore, since one of the perks of being mantrosexual is to have as little drama as possible occur around you. It also doesn't mean I'm going to let myself go; I still wear makeup, and really cute outfits. Like tomorow, I'm going to wear my gap wide-leg jean, a blue and white-stirped shirt and a yellow cartigan sweater...too cute!!