Metrosexuality?

Okay, first and foremost, whenever I hear, say, or think of the word, "Metrosexual", I mind immediately forces a maddening image into my head. Pornography with trains. WTF? A metro is a train, right? What does it have to do with a state of mind/being/sexuality/abercrombie and fitch?
Now that thats out of the way, let me add a disclaimer. I'm not one of those metro fools. In fact, I could be called the opposite of a metro-fool. I am a METALSEXUAL. Yes, tis I! My very being is infused with my metal-ness, and when I cry, I shed a single tear.... of metal.

Onward and forward! Okay.... Metrosexuality. You there! Little metro man! Tell me! Where has dressing up with all name-brands, pink shirts, and tight pants gotten you? Does your love life excel?!? Do you have women running after you, screaming at the top of their lungs, "can you please show me where my panties are?!?" NO! You have other members of the lower food chain chasing you, I.E., Emo kids, -gay- kids, and just plain old kids! My point is... the divisions of women clothing and mens clothing were created with a sound, solid, and obvious goal in mind. Why disrupt the level of stability within the clothing industry that was, for so long, untouched by pink men's hollister shirts??!

My next topic will be parachute pants, and their apparent lack of use.
Until next time!