Well, it was bound to happen. Neatly groomed [1] faces, color-coordinated outfits and a sincere interest in yoga had their heydays as emblems of the metrosexual. Now, it seems, the scruffy, rough and tumble, "I-care-more-about-diesel-fuel-than-Diesel-Jeans" man is back, kicking his manicured incarnation to the curb.

We started seeing it on the faces of our male friends, husbands and boyfriends this past winter, when nary a clean-shaven chin was to be found. Well-fitted pants have started to sag, as straight men embrace the "just out of bed" look on a literal level. And good luck getting Madonna into a playlist now that her adopted child is bigger news than her latest album release.

Then there's the remarkable "Sex and the City" movie backlash [2]. Whereas metrosexuality was in part an urge to compete with the SATC-inspired woman who has it all, according to Mark Simpson's 2002 Salon article [3] that catapulted the term into everyday lingo, retrosexuals don't really care; they're too busy seeing the new "Indiana Jones" film, anyway.

Check out this amusing retrosexual guide from today's Daily Mail [4].