Earlier in the week, the Chronicle‘s “Star” section (which vexes us, since there’s not an ASCII character for a star) sent reporter Eyder Peralta to the West Alabama Ice House (an establishment dear to the blogHOUSTON crew) to gauge opinions on metrosexuality. Or at least to pester one 62-year-old patron who probably really didn’t care all that much, and probably doesn’t patronize the joint in anticipation of dealing with condescending Chronicle reporters. Here’s a snippet:
Soccer star David Beckham’s every move provokes comment in the British tabloids. He’s one of Britain’s most-watched celebrities, so when he showed off his freshly shaved armpits, smooth and looking prepubescent, after a game last week in Chicago, there was furor in the queen’s land.
And when we asked a bunch of graying, grumpy patrons at the West Alabama Ice House if they’d do the same, there was furor there as well.
“Hell, no,” 62-year-old Jack Howard said. Not even if asked by his woman. Not even for money. Then Howard stood up, tugged at his green hat, clenched his fist enough to dent his beer can and then chugged to confirm, perhaps, that he was still man.
That’s just brutal, painful reading.
New local blogger Slampo saw the story — and a subsequent story proclaiming that metrosexuality is dead — and had this reaction:
This was somebody’s idea of edgy: Set
