Manly stereotypes have been around as long as the image of a brawny lumberjack graced the wrappings of our favorite paper towels.
We have “Hungry Man” frozen meals, deodorants that promise zombie-slaying odor fighting, and tales of men that eat raw meat they slaughter themselves. Marketers show us that the only real way to enjoy a sports game is by drinking beer and slapping some juicy steaks on the grill, or downing a platter of buffalo wings.
But where do tofu scrambles and bags of soy curl jerky come into play? I want to identify some of the fallacies (freudian slip intended) that exist.