I look around and it's become the norm to see millennial males try to become more chick, than the chick he's trying to impress. In the eighties, as I was a burgeoning young tike, I noticed this problem too, but on a much less feminine scale. Guys then teased their hair with cans and cans of ozone-depleting hairspray. But that was the worst of it.
Now, saggy-drawers and jeans too tight at the ankle are the norm. They're cartoon characters at best.
What the fvck happened to masculinity? In my day I had the good fortune of having true men as my heroes and guys whom I wanted to emulate and learn from. Men such as my Dad and my Step-Dad. Both worked with their hands and did honest, hard work. Working on cars and machinery. Mingling sweat with blood and oil and grease. These fvcking pansies today won't even dream of getting their acrylic nails dirty, much less work outside of American Eagle or The Gap.
And what the fvck is the allure of the man-bun? Unless you're a Samurai warrior at the height of the Edo Period in Feudal Japan, you have no business whatsoever with your hair bunched-up as if you're lunging towards battle. There is no honor in a man-bun.
I'm sure to catch the ire of some of the younger guys here, but if you're objective and notice how feminine these he-b!tches look and act, then you can't help but see a very, very dismal future for the masculine archetype to thrive and flourish openly.
You need only look at the two pictures attached to decide which you'd be proud to call friend and want to learn from.