I ordered a mint tea at a bar and even the waiter laughed at me lol
How insecure can you be? Everyone was ordering beers but I didn't feel like drinken, so I ordered tea. I guess my masculinity is in shambles right now.
For real. I'm 6'2 and work out 4 times a week. Even then some guys think you're not men enough if you don't tick all their silly boxes.ust be a miserable life.
Edit: not that I think those measurements are manly either. The only qualification for being manly is identifying as one.
Stuff like what you’ve posted about others expectations and their arbitrary boxes really exemplifies how people use gender roles to seek some sort of self validation. It’s funny how if you ask someone who cares deeply about their male identity what being a “man” is, it always conveniently aligns exactly with themselves, no need for self adjustment
Sure, sorry if the tone wasn’t clear on my original post, it was made mocking people who think like that, people like the ones laughing at the tea in the first place. I personally have no interest in prescriptive gender or personhood definitions
This has always been the weirdest part of this kind of toxic masculinity. Being "tough enough" to not just go along with the crowd makes you a wimpy soyboy? Real men blindly do what everyone else is doing I guess.
If you ever just want to skip a potential interaction, tell them you're the designated driver. You also might get your nonalcoholic beverage of choice on the house.
Listen, I like beer, sour beer, hoppy beer, Belgian style beer, but at this point in my life I can't drink any of it without feeling like shit afterwards. You'll catch me ordering a Sex On The Beach, or any other sweet drink instead. That's if I'm even in the mood to drink, which I'm usually not.
If you ask me it takes more balls to order a "girly" drink then it does to order a bud light.
Makes me think about a shampoo bottle I saw at my parents once. It was for men and it had a picture of an explosion on it. It was called ‘extreme shampoo’ and it smelled like ‘wood and fire’ or something like that. It had a nice smell which reminded me of the forest, but the bottle itself was just comical.
I've had a similar experience before in NL. One evening at a bar I asked for an espresso (the machine was still on and functional) and the two bar women kept trying to shame me into getting a beer instead. Never went back to that place