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The MAN code

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AnaSCI VET
Feb 6, 2004
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Ok folks, I have had it. I've taken all I can stand and I can't stand
no more. Every time my TV is on, all that can be seen is effeminate men
prancing about, redecorating houses and talking about foreign concepts
like "style" and "feng shui." Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual,
trans-sexual, metrosexual, non-sexual; blue, green, and purple-sexual -
bogus definitions have taken over the urban and suburban world!

Real men of the world, stand up, scratch your butt, belch, and yell
"ENOUGH!" I hereby announce the start of a new offensive in the culture
wars, the Retrosexual movement.

The RetroSexual Code :

A Retrosexual, no matter what the women insists, PAYS FOR THE DATE.

A Retrosexual opens doors for a lady. Even for the ones that fit that
term only because they are female.

A Retrosexual DEALS with IT, be it a flat tire, break-in into your home,
or a natural disaster, you DEAL WITH IT.

A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.

A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be 90. It's not how long
you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars
and drinking, I salute you.

A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products than a woman.
Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Retrosexuals need an
endcap (possibly 2 endcaps if you include shaving goods.)

A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic when he's 30
years old.

A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff (or people) if need
be. This falls under the "Dealing with IT" portion of The Code.

A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the title.

A Retrosexual does not let neighbors screw up rooms in his house on
national TV.

A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of manliness for
women. Some is inevitable, but major re-invention of yourself will only
lead to you becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run, she
ain't worth it.

A Retrosexual is allowed to seek professional help for major mental
stress such as drug/alcohol addiction, death of your entire family in a
freak treechipper accident, favorite sports team being moved to a
different city, favorite bird dog expiring, etc. You are NOT allowed to
see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Daddy was
busy DEALING WITH IT. When you screwed up, he DEALT with you.

A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to
conceal himself from prey.

A Retrosexual knows how to tie a Windsor knot when wearing a tie - and
ONLY a Windsor knot.

A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he can brag about
getting.

A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't
hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you
can - or be rightfully ridiculed for the wuss you be.

A Retrosexual knows that owning a gun is not a sign that you are
riddled with fear, guns are TOOLS and are often essential to DEAL WITH
IT. Plus it's just plain fun to shoot.

Crying. There are very few reason that a Retrosexual may cry, and none
of them have to do with TV commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports
teams are sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of release
is swearing or throwing the remote control. Some reasons a Retrosexual
can cry include (but are not limited to) death of a loved one, death of
a pet (fish do NOT count as pets in this case), loss of a major body
part.

A Retrosexual man's favorite movie isn't "Maid in Manhattan " (unless
that refers to some foxy French maid sitting in a huge tub of brandy or
whiskey), or "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood." Acceptable ones
may include any of the Dirty Harry or Nameless Drifter movies (Clint in
his better days), Rambo I or II, the Dirty Dozen, The Godfather trilogy,
Scarface, The Road Warrior, The Die Hard series, Caddyshack, Rocky I,
II, or III, Full Metal Jacket, any James Bond Movie, Raging Bull,
Bullitt, any Bruce Lee movie, Apocalypse Now, Goodfellas, Reservior
Dogs, Fight Club,etc .

When a Retrosexual is on a crowded bus and or a commuter train, and a
pregnant woman, hell, any woman gets on, that retrosexual stands up and
offers his seat to that woman, then looks around at the other so-called
men still in their seats with a disgusted "you punks" look on his face.

A Retrosexual knows how to say the Pledge properly, and with the correct
emphasis and pronunciation.
He also knows the words to the Star Spangled Banner.

A Retrosexual will have hobbies and habits his wife and mother do not
understand, but that are essential to his manliness, in that they offset
the acceptable manliness decline he suffers when married/engaged in a
serious healthy relationship - i.e., hunting, boxing, shot putting,
shooting, cigars, car maintenance.

A Retrosexual knows how to sharpen his own knives and kitchen utensils.

A Retrosexual man can drive in snow (hell, a blizzard) without sliding
all over or driving under 20mph, without anxiety, and without
high-centering his ride on a plow berm.

A Retrosexual man can chop down a tree and make it land where he wants.
Wherever it lands is where he damn well wanted it to land.

A Retrosexual will give up his seat on a bus to not only any women but
any elderly person or person in military dress (except officers above
2nd Lt) NOTE: The person in military dress may turn down the offer but
the Retrosexual man will ALWAYS make the offer to them and thank them
for serving their country.

A Retrosexual man doesn't need a contract -- a handshake is good
enough. He will always stand by his word even if circumstances change
or the other person deceived him.

A Retrosexual man doesn't immediately look to sue someone when he does
something stupid and hurts himself. We understand that sometimes in the
process of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT.
 

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AnaSCI VET
Feb 6, 2004
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Mom always told me to take typing in high school, but I wouldnt listen. Now I type with two fingers and have to stare at the keys when I do it. It really sucks when Im typing away and I find its not in the box its supposed to be in and nothing was typed. GRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr