Ah, but strip away the comments of these bull****ers, trying to out 'real bloke' each other and you end up with people who do what they want, not what they think they should do.
So, let them have their pretend little life, always putting on an act, while we get on with life, and enjoy it. In the real pub, black men drinking guiness can sit next to hetrosexual men drinking bacardi breezers, and all is well.
In the fake pub, all the 'real men' sit there pretending to like their pint of snake venom and testosterone, before going home and crying themselves to sleep.
They are no different to the gangs of chavs you get on street corners, who were born in North Wales, but speak like they were born in Compton. Its all a rather pathetic front, still, it makes them happy, the poor lambs... and they are so tough with it!
Good post, Fro.