Last night my bride and I finished watching the monster historical mini-series from the 70s and 80s, Winds of War and War and Remembrance, about World War II. If you want to watch it, it's available for rental but plan on using two or three weekends and staying up late to watch 'just one more disk'.
Anyhow, now, while steeped in WWII, my parents' times, I happened to see the front cover of a magazine where one of the articles was "We love our manny." The article was about "mannies," that is, the increasing frequency of males being nannies, nurturing other people's children all day. You know. Drawing daffodils, telling stories about pastel colored families, and singing songs of unicorns.
Looks to me like males like the resolute and deadly American males of WWII, and their glorious women, are certainly an endangered species.
No doubt those who own up the title, "manny," are thinking that by doing so others will think that they are admirably secure in their woosie-tude. (I made that word up but you know what I mean.) But we don't think that at all.
They're just everyday woosies.