move your well-manicured arse over, david beckham! the reign of the metrosexuals is now officially over.

apparently, ladies finally came to their senses and are no longer tickled by the idea of sharing their perfume and nail polish with their male partners. it must be the skyrocketing prices of cosmetics or those increasingly annoying quarrels for ownership of the mirror that changed their minds. anyway, whatever it is, thank god.

i am all for a guy getting touchy-feely with his feminine side. i don't even mind him occasionally perming my hair or doing my pedicure. however, i find it a bit disquieting when he applies more facial cream and make-up than me. but then again, i rarely put anything on my face -- which is precisely the point -- because i wouldn't want to be seen strolling around town with a guy who looks like a geisha or, god forbid, prettier than me. i would just kill myself by drinking a bottle of acetone if anybody mistakes me for a boy.

so enter the ubersexual who, i gather, is similar to a metrosexual but displays traditional masculine qualities, thus leaving no doubt about his sexual orientation. unlike the metrosexual, he spends more time grooming his brain than his hair. he is stylish, cultured, macho (without the stereotypes that give the male species a bad name), politically aware and emotionally attuned.

i don't know about you, but seems like a stepford husband to me.