It’s been over a year since I scoffed at Sean during our Target run to get life’s nessesities. But just a few weeks ago during a similar solo trip, I found myself standing in the aisle with shampoo and “body soap” on one side and femine products on the other. I was staring at that metrosexual appartus—the shower poof. I’ve always been fine with the traditional bar soap and I’m not worried about the shape of my eyebrows (as long as there’s two of them). But, I buckled.

And damn, is it great. The foam, incredible. The lather, abundant. I’ve never been clearner. I’m tossing aside any need for faux-masculinity. I’m a straight man and I’m proud to say:

I dig the poof.