Metrosexuality

So baseball stickman Alex Rodriguez got his quick divorce from his wife of five years.  Why a man like that would ever bother getting married is a mystery.   He had more extra-marital affairs than Amy Winehouse has had hangovers.

The New York Post this morning claims to have an account of what A-Rod did immediately after the split became final.  He went to a foo-foo salon to have his blond highlights touched up. Now, this can be done in different ways. But for A-Rod it meant having a plastic cap put on his head and clumps of his hair pulled through holes in that cap and slathered with a dye.  This is followed by sitting under a hair dryer – the type that is lowered over your head.

I’m sorry to judge but that’s just going too far over the “welcome to girly-land” border line for my taste.

Lots of men dye the gray out of their hair.  Many get manicures and pedicures (mani-pedis for those in the know!) and some wax various swatches of body hair away to please their significant others.  That’s maintenance with a bit of vanity thrown in and it’s on the conservative side of fussy.

But the whole ladies-at-the-salon thing just takes it too far. I’m sure A-Rod is very proud of his frosted tips but knowing what it takes to acheive that look, just takes his masculine image down a notch.

Long ago and far away, a significant other suddenly appeared before me one day with newly curly hair.  “I got a perm!” he announced.  “I just did it on a whim!”  All I could think about was him sitting in a salon with the other gossipy ladies, little turquoise rollers wound tightly to his head while the perm solution did its thing for 45 minutes.  My stomach lurched. 

Call me sexist but there’s just something about a man putting that much effort into his looks that strikes me as too feminine.  He doesn’t have to go out and wrestle a bear every day to prove his masculinity but a line has to be drawn somewhere!