Much has been written in recent years about the taming and effeminization of the Western male. Though there are still pockets of resistance, the dismal process proceeds apace, and appears even to be accelerating.
The community in which I have made my home for the past 28 years, the (more recently) upscale and uber-liberal neighborhood of Park Slope, Brooklyn, is perhaps the North American epicenter of this emasculating cultural earthquake. As I walked to the kwoon recently to teach my regular Thursday evening class, I passed a little maternity shop on Seventh Avenue. In its window I beheld, with a shudder of existential revulsion, a life-sized cutout of the New Man (if “man” is any longer an apt term for this bridled, caponized, and domesticated deputy female).
Here he is.
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What’s the big idea with those extra nipples? Are we guys supposed to slap four more on our chest and stomach to simulate the underside of a bitch? (By which I mean a female dog, folks!)