Confessions of a Macho Metro Man

Below is Noah’s recent Psychology Today blog post:

I’m a guy who professes to be a Macho Metro Man. It took me a while to come clean about this and maybe take a little pride in it. It’s a declaration more men might want to self-recognize.

You might be Macho Metro if you’re wary of those who confuse kindness for weakness.

You might be Macho Metro if you’ve learned that falling in love is very different from landing even if you’ve taken flying lessons.

You might be Macho Metro if you’re comfortable enough with your masculinity to wear purple boxers because you put too much bleach in the washing machine.

You might be Macho Metro if you put on two different color socks by mistake but can live with making a mistake and like to think of it as making a statement.

You may be Macho Metro if you like to cook but regard recipes as a jumping off point and not marching orders.

You might be Macho Metro if you have chalk dust from lifting weights on the handle of your spatula, but note – not in your tomato sauce.

You might be Macho Metro if you think washing a few dishes between sets of push-ups is just the right amount of rest time.

You might be Macho Metro if when you wash your hands at the airport you refuse to dry them in the air blast and use your jeans.

You might be Macho Metro if you like buying flowers but tear open the little packet you dump in the vase with your teeth.

You might be Macho Metro if you like to think you know the difference between style and fashion.

You might be might be Macho Metro if you finally figured out that beating yourself up is not an act of character.

You might be Macho Metro if you come to understand that letting go is different from giving up.

You might be Macho Metro if you are not afraid to cry or hug someone who is crying.

You might be Macho Metro if you know confessing when you are wrong is the right thing to do and men who are always right are usually wrong.

You might be Macho Metro if you acknowledge that a gentleman is always a man, but a man is not always a gentleman.

A Metro Macho Man, or M cubed, as I like to put it, isn’t all that rare. But when someone asks, “Quien es mas macho? – Who is more macho?” a lot of good men should raise their hand even if it’s still wet from doing the dishes.