Men Are From Mars, And Some Are From Venus

No, they aren’t. Who made me the expert? Your mum. Now I’ve been given some relief over the last year or so during the well-deserved demise of the Fauxhawk of which I hold particular contempt, but suddenly it’s been replaced with bangs and “guyliner”. Yeah, you heard me, Google it, GUYLINER! What’s next? Foundashman? LipsDick? [...]

The Ritual

I sit here writing to you waiting for my girl to get ready to go to the Rosemount. I’m sure I speak for all men when I say I am interested in what takes so long to do this. I mean, here is my ritual. I arrive home and tear off my work clothes and [...]