The New York Times recently ran an article entitled "It's Hip To Be Round", observing the seeming return of the potbelly as a statement for men.
“I sort of think the six-pack abs obsession got so prissy it stopped being masculine,” is how Aaron Hicklin, the editor of Out, explains the emergence of the Ralph Kramden. What once seemed young and hot, for gay and straight men alike, now seems passé. Like manscaping, spray-on tans and other metrosexual affectations, having a belly one can bounce quarters off suggests that you may have too much time on your hands.
“It’s not cool to be seen spending so much time fussing around about your body,” Mr. Hicklin said.
And so guys can happily and guiltlessly go to seed.
Hm. So Flab is the New Fab. Considering how I can't drink alcohol until next year (more on that in a future post), this looks like a good time for my contrarian nature to kick in and rediscover my abs.
So long, Corona six-packs.
See you soon, six-packs.