Could not resist posting this. Not because I am a fat man - I am merely stout - but I am gld to see my fat brethren being appreciated.
Whilst I have personally converted scores of lucky ladies to the fat-but-good camp, I cannot help but think this article is serving an ignoble cause - male aesthetic laziness.
Not being a metrosexual is great, but letting onself go to seed is not good either. I draw a careful line. The forest on my back is rooted out every month by Maja the Waxologist, but I do not decend to back/sack/ctack/armpit territory. Being a man is all about good boundaries, after all.
So yes, I do struggle with the scars of prosperity but I am oddly proud when a friend’s 3 year old decide I was Uncle Fat Belly rather than Uncle Jonathan. I mean who ever loved Uncle Hair Product, Uncle 6 Pack or Uncle Cucumber Eyes?
[Text in red above is a falehood!]
Link to Why I love getting to grips with a fat man - Times Online
[Update: Phil G just sent me a fantastic YouTube link - "The Story of Sack" - "I those days if the hair on your back or your balls or your c*ck got too long, the ladies, well, they just had to live with it". Superb!]
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