The stocks of Man'Stuff

You may remember that back in December I received as a present at work a set of bottles of grooming products for men, aptly named Man'Stuff. Well, I say aptly named, but truly it might as well have been called Hipster's Stuff or something similar, as this is truly something that should belong to hipsters. The face on their logo looks like a hipster in any case. Well, anyway, after three months or so, I have used... one single bottle of Man'Stuff. The shampoo bottle, to be precise, which went very quickly. The rest, I mostly have no idea what to do with it. There is aftershave which should be useful, but I need first to get through my already opened bottles of aftershave lotions. Otherwise, what the heck does a self-respecting, straight, non-metrosexual man can do with body lotion, face wash, body wash and whatever I now have? I mean, seriously, I think I have stocks until next year!

"Man'Stuff"

I blogged last week about Secret Santa at the office, which happened Friday afternoon. I said I might blog more about it, so here it is. My Secret Santa Claus got me this: some grooming products for men: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body lotion, aftershave... The brand is Man'Stuff, or MAN'STUFF, as the label says in bold. According to the website, it is "a no-nonsense range of essential toiletries, designed for men". And the face on the no-nonsense male alpha on the logo looks suspiciously like a hipster, and his beard hasn't seen a razor in a long while. I have six bottles all in all, that cost from £5 to £10. One of them is meant based on coal or meant to smell of coal, I am not sure. I will give a try to each one of them, although I am a bit weary of what they might make me smell of. I wonder who gave me this and why. Does that present says something about me, somehow?

Hipsters explained

As the friends of my brother Andrew know, he hates hipsters. I never quite understood the definition of hipsters and what concretely a hipster would look like or behave, all I knew is that the name itself sounded utterly irritating. That is, until I found out The Ladybird Book of The Hipster, which explains in simple terms, with illustrations, what are hipsters and what they do. I now understand and share the contempt. In fact, I loved the book so much that I bought it for my brother as a present last year. There are many fascinating Ladybird Books, which are just as educational. I bought one for my wife as well (I let you guess which one until I blog about it). I have seen them at the local bookshop, so I will buy a few titles. As for hipsters, read this and laugh at them.

Hipster Traps

Do you like Hipsters? Do you hate hipsters?My brother Andrew loathes them. And one of his very good friends posted on Facebook this article saying there are hipster traps in New York. I have to confess: I know close to zilch about hipsters. Not even sure if it takes a capital H or a small h. But I just dislike the name. It is an ugly, weak, sloppy, faux cool word. Hipsters. Almost obscene. So I commented on the post of my brother's friend (she is also my Facebook friend, albeit I know her less). I said: "As long as it kills them." I think it deserves to be a great unknown line. And, for the record, I don't think anyone should die. I was speaking figuratively.