Pot Bellies Are The New Black?

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The New York Times seems to think men are getting fatter. Is this cool with women?

It never ceases to amaze us what The New York Times scrapes together and calls "news."

Last week they enlightened us with the astute observation that men have pot bellies. But wait—it gets better. The Times would like us to know that hipster New York men in particular have a certain "roundness" that can't be blamed on one too many PBRs. No, their stomach rolls stem from a rebellion against (catch this) Barack Obama's obnoxious gym habit and washboard abs. 11 Love Lessons From Entourage

“If we had a slob in the White House, all the hipsters would turn into some walking Chippendales calendar," Mr. Peres [Dan Peres, editor of Details] said. Instead, the streets of Williamsburg are crowded with men who are, as he noted, “proudly rocking a gut.”

Oh, wow. We've heard of anti-establishment but who knew getting fat was so political! Oh, the possibilities are endless. Just imagine if we had a president with artfully designed bed head, five-day stubble and an experimental electro-rock band. What would the hipsters do then?

We live in New York City, and quite honestly, men are looking as bad/good/heinous as they always have. If this is some slap-ya-across-the-face trend that's plain as the subway rats, then color us unobservant. (Or rather, this Times writer needs to keep better-looking company.)

But of course the bigger picture (aside from it all being Obama's fault) is the age-old gripe that men are given much more of a pass in the fatness department. Meanwhile, a woman with a little extra is, well, a woman who really should slim down in time for bikini season by cutting out her carbs. Women and Their Purses: The Male Take

Aaron Hicklin, the editor of Out, thinks this Potbelly Renaissance is a general shift in attitude.

“I sort of think the six-pack abs obsession got so prissy it stopped being masculine,” he said. “It’s not cool to be seen spending so much time fussing around about your body."

Now if this potbelly rumor is true then we'll toast in agreement to Hicklin's thoughts. We adored the metrosexual movement because it gave us great pleasure to watch men squirm under the feminine curse of body self-consciousness. But in all honesty, a guy who hogs the mirror, bitches about a restaurant's lack of Low Cal items and won't hang at the pool because he feels "fat" sounds a little too... like us.

We'll sacrifice a Chippendale's body if hanging with him can provide us a breather from our own neurosis.