Here is a Guy Trebay Times Style article about how all the young dudes are a little bit fat. He has two experts, both editors of magazines, who explain the phenomenon to us. One does a really good job? The other is ridiculous.
· Aaron Hicklin, of Out: "I sort of think the six-pack abs obsession got so prissy it stopped being masculine."
· Dan Peres, of Details: "If we had a slob in the White House, all the hipsters would turn into some walking Chippendales calendar."
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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Whatever, I don't care - I'm hip again!
Seriously, I'm going out for second lunch!
So liver cirrhosis ascites is hot now? Sweet!
IT'S OBAMA'S FAULT! Oh wait, I am not a Brooklyn hipster, damn.
The clockwork of the world clicks and whirrs and hums, and now my 'just-past-40' paunch is sexy? I'm taking the Metro home nekkid.
You know, I really thought that the Baby Boomers could never be touched when it came to making random, everythday things that happen to you and the people very much like you that you know (e.g. getting slightly more portly as you hit your 30s) into HOW WE LIVE NOW OMG THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. I now have hope that my generation will really be able to take up the challenge laid down by its predecessor.
Gosh, word of this certainly has not made it to the boys on the Ralph Lauren Rugby website (and yes, it is curious why a site devoted to "Rugby" features skinny waifs with augmented cheekbones). Anyway, those boys are all seriously in need of an oversized DQ Blizzard.
i read the revolution will be accessorized 4 the first time recently, and i was wondering, where r all those people? like what ever happened to dana vachon?
http://news.google.com/news?q=%22dana%20vachon%22&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wn
Huh! That's not like him.
It's all good, as long as your "leading with the belly" doesn't eclipse your glad-to- see-me.
Nope. Hot little bodies on both sides of the aisle are still going to be jumping out of the cakes.
The warmth we felt all over after we read that article is fleeting. Our minds tell us that the NYT Style section cannot drown out the drumbeat of self loathing and the relentless advancement of our thickening years.
We circle our wagons. We lower our bars. We find our selves in the shallow end of the talent pool.
The only solution is acceptance. So...thanks but no thanks NYTimes Style Section.
Guy has managed to build a little crawl space beneath the Style section's all-time low with this wet cocktail napkin of a "trend" piece. Paunch is in? Huh? Because he saw a few? Is that the standard? Oh, I suppose it's that, plus he can coax some quotes out of the editors of dying magazines and also his, uh, trainer.
L.O.V.E.:
"this wet cocktail napkin of a 'trend' piece"
actually that was a cheque I dropped. Sorry.
I ask you: Was not the most offensive, odious ripple of all the one Zincenko expelled from his mouth?
Oh sorry, I don't read the Dave Z. It's in my contract: I DON'T HAVE TO.
Once their respective paycheck-delivery places fizzle out, Hicklin, Zincenko, Trebay and Peres should join forces and open a wonderful "coolio" anti-gym, with intense armchair flab-building classes and a chocolate frosting bar.
Can’t we accept that male hotness comes in a variety of shapes and sizes?
Not in New York they can't.