People, I could eat me a big bowl of Daniel Craig. With a little tiny spoon. I don't even really like light men. But I do like real men. Manly men. Not boys, not guys, not fellas.
Same with Don Draper. Or do I mean Jon Hamm? Either way, crazy good-looking. Yes, the social mores of the Mad Men era were such that it was easier for men to don a suit and assume the position -- I get that. But still.
I love a man in a suit. Always have. Take me to dinner, take off that tie, and take me to bed.
Where are all the men? Why did boys become all the rage? It's one thing to be a boy when you are one, but we've now got these George Clooney boy-men who look so good on screen, but get them walking and talking as themselves and it's all practical jokes, farts, and dufus shenanigans. I do not believe Cary Grant thought farts were funny. But I do believe that George Clooney does.
Can we call a moratorium on the Apatow male? And the androgynous teen idol who is still a teen idol at 35? I can't take Leonardo di Caprio seriously, even when I want to. Even when he wants me to, although I admittedly didn't see that Scorsese film.
It's a quality. A self-posession, an ownership. Even Woody Allen was a man (at least before 1985), albeit not one I would have slept with. But then, what do I know? I wouldn't sleep with Bill Clinton either, but I am told that if you happened to fall under his gaze, you would willingly fall under the man. He owns it, whatever it is.
I was recently in a car with my friend and her two small, kvetchy children. To keep them occupied, she started singing "Where is Thumbkin?"
Where is Thumbkin, where is Pointer, where is Tall Man...
"Aunt Caroline, do you know this song?" "Oh, not very well, sweetheart."
Ring Man, Short Man. "Where are all the men, where are all the men..."
Wait a minute, baby, I believe I do know this one.
Please let's not have Bill Clinton be the poster boy for the It Factor. More men, real men, respectful, stand up guys, with good haircuts, better tailors, and a way with words.
Who's with me?
