Men. The mystifying Y chromosome. Ask a woman to define him and she’ll come out with a list of ex-boyfriends who are exactly what a man is not. For centuries he’s been the impetuous prince fearlessly scaling towers and breaking curses, scooping up the princess with his perfectly shaped biceps. But let’s be real, women are no damsels in disaster so who exactly are men suppose to be with no princess to save? The new age man is maybe not who we think him to be. Is it possible that our James Dean-grease streaked-chiseled jaw-perfect stubble-stallion of a man rolls up his sleeves, spits on hands and…puts on his exfoliating face mask?
We ask men to apologize for his weaknesses and women for her strengths, but maybe it’s time to drop the definitions. And hey ladies, what could hurt in swapping skin care regimes with your man? < Okay…Maybe not totally ready for that yet >