Real Men Do Not Wear Pink Shirts

Wenchy http://wenchy.blogdrive.com/ wrote a post last week about real men, what they do and do not, can and cannot do. Now in my mind- apart from my comment about real men not being afraid of real women- real men do not; under any circumstances; in any shape or form; no matter that some fruitcake in Europe decided it was fashionable; ever; wear pink! I was shopping this weekend and I saw several guys of quite a range of ages wearing pink. It’s just wrong! Maybe it’s just me- but I instantly assume that a man in pink has either not yet outgrown his “Miami Vice” fanaticism, or (if he’s too young to remember “Miami Vice”) he’s gay. And not the happy version of gay either. Ugh!

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