Skincare is for Men, Too
It's winter and that means I'm with a lot of other BirminghamMoms trying to get our husbands to internalize this message: You are no less a man if you use basic skincare products.
It amazes me that even sensitive, thoughtful men can be so unilaterally opposed to skincare of any sort. Somewhere the John Wayne decision model (If the Duke wouldn't do it, neither would I) has done a disservice to men everywhere. If John were still around, I'd recommend some skincare company get ahold of him as a spokesman to assure our defiant fellows that it is okay to apply a moisturizer. Of course, John would probably have too much residual sun damage to be very convincing.
Although men can bear the signs of aging more distinctively than women (would a women's hair product called "Touch of Gray" ever make it commercially?), there is a point at which the pure discomfort of chapped skin should overrule any misplaced worry about being seen as a sissy. Although men's skincare is evolving, the market is a long way from Gift With Purchase.
Sunscreen on the golf course might pass muster, but the only luck I have had in launching a skincare mission is to bring home products that are almost medicinal in their marketing approach:
A few suggested products that meet these criteria and are reallly good:
Neutrogena's Noreweigan Formula Cream - The package claims the formula began with Norweigan Fishermen who worked in the unforgiving icy sea waters. This is appealing since fishermen are often featured on "Deadliest Catch" risking their very lives just to trap crabs. Also, the Nords have that Viking ancestry, which makes any Norwegian Formla sound stout enough even for today's mighty office man.
No Crack Cream - The product has been around awhile, and maybe it's the straightforward name that makes it so non-threatening to the reluctant male (or is it a Bart Simpson sense of mischief?). Anything that claims relief for farmers, gardeners, and factory workers has to be an earnest, non "beauty" product.
Udder Cream and Bag Balm, available at drug stores, were originally created for dairy cows. Moms need no further explanation.
These fine products that have stood the test of time and work very well. However, I refuse to open a medicine cabinet in my home and see something called "Bag Balm" looking back at me. Call it a regenerating serum, a beauty butter, or an anti aging break through, but not something that suggests an old bag. It turns out I, too, have some skin care hangups.









Greetings,
Some men just take some time getting use to things especially if raised in a mostly male household. I will say that JRC has never used anything but Vaseline Intensive Care not even when I gave him a father's day present of Aqua Velva Ice Blue. Many men just don't know about grooming products. "Do you frost your hair?" :)
I should explain to the other BirminghamMoms that this is my old buddy Beth and her dad is a gentle John Wayne, as close to the Duke as you can hope to find (except without the booze). Like my dad, hers has never understood why a man would have to go to a gym to "work out" when there is clearly so much work to be done in every direction. Visit his house anytime and he's got a work out for you.
(Beth, it's no surprise JRC didn't appreciate the youthful offering of Aqua Velva Ice Blue. Let's remember, these are men who think nothing smells better than fresh hay. He let a bottle of Perry Ellis cologne evaporate in the medicine cabinet, remember?)
The reference to "Do you frost your hair?" was from a date who asked me this question when we went canoeing and I was adamant I could not get tossed into the creek for the sake of my hair. There is so much wrong with that situation. First of all, the observant mom knows that the correct term is "highlight," not "frost." The whole canoeing date was just a pretense for me to seem outdoorsy and sporty, which I am not. The fact that my highlights were of utmost concern was certainly a red flag to this gentleman. Fortunately my exposure as a fraud wasn't a deal breaker, since this former date now finds himself helping to fund my regular highlight appointments via our joint bank account, and he even loans me his ball cap at the beach.