Advertising is where we find the stereotype clearly defined. Here's how we men are dismembered by those high-priced creative types.
The hero. Powerful because of self-delusion - there go I, but for a few more gym sessions, and a bit more cardio.
Outdoors man. Control over nature...likely from the comfort of his car, looking at his wristwatch. Dubious.
Urban man. Narcissism plus money. Probably not getting as much pussy as he'd like.
Family man. Sweet. Hopelessly unrealistic.
Breadwinner. Misnamed. Should be called 'Branded-goods-loving trust-funder.' Who lives like that?
Man at work. Funny, they never romanticize cubes or horrid bosses or disgusting office coffee.
Erotic male. Ha ha. He's gay.
The Consumer. As long as he has some disposable income and isn't filing for bankruptcy.
Quiescent Man. Weird, that's on my to-do list. Right here. It says 'Buy Canali suit.'
At least they don't go down the path of men as semi-literate sports-mad drunken morons.
Wait.
Edit: Thanks to Doc Annie, here's how men can get all the women.
Thanks to these folks.
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