Peggy Noonan is a NY city girl who’s pro’bly never met a real macho man. NYC only sports the limp wristed men who currently once in awhile pretend to be macho men on a stage or screen.
She’s pro’bly never met a true son of the soil who is big, yet gentle, but believes that direct speaking is best, and calling a spade a spade. She’s used to smarmy smootheness and prattling pimpies.
I seriously doubt she’s ever even broken a fingernail in an honest day’s work.
I generally like Peggy’s writing. I don’t always agree , and she can be very touchy-feely which I find irritating in the age of Oprah.
Her attitude on Perry reminds me of my wife, who simply doesn’t like Perry’s looks and persona. I’m going to discuss this with her further and get her to come around.
Obama is a girlie man, and while I’m certainly not a Marlboro Man myself, I recognize a man’s man in a leader, and I like it. My Dad was like that. I aspire to that.
The Hispanic idea of macho is something that transcends the bullying gay caricature idol that Norteamericano culture has made of it. It is more like hero and gentleman rolled into one. The authentic macho is also a mensch.