I hate it when guys sing like wussies

I finished reading a mystery last night and realized that in the past couple books I've read (by different authors, mind you), there's been a male character who was prissy, well-dressed and manicured who wound up butchered by a psycho. I think there's a connection here. I gotta tell you, I have trouble relating to men who get pedicures and are better accessorized than I am. I can completely understand some strategic eyebrow plucking in a man, gel in the hair, basic sort of stuff like that. But I don't think I could ever seriously date a man who got facials on a regular basis and not laugh at him. This is either my old-fashioned, Midwestern upbringing coming out, or it's just that I'm pretty low-maintenance myself. But if J ever starts going to the spa on his own and coming home expounding the virtues of algae rubs and cashmere socks, we're going to have a talk.