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Once upon a time, there were pretty boys, of indeterminate sexual orientation. And they sure were pretty. Smelled nice, too. Hey, why can't my big drunken hairy slob look like that? Some women wondered. Et voila, a few queer eyes later, the metrosexual was born. Not to be outdone, and sick of being pretty anyway, some men in the gay community became bears. Tired of being dolled up for some bitch who refused to give head, anyway, the metrosexuals gleefully followed suit and became the shaggy faces you see at your local indie rock club, Kinko's and Amish country marts.

I'm just not sure how I feel about that.