Chris Martin Vying For Sissy Supremacy

So prevalent is this culture of wussdom that earlier this year, Blender magazine compiled a list of the world’s wussiest rock acts.

Among those vying for sissy supremacy were Kenny G., Peter Cetera, Boyz II Men, Nick Lachey, Babyface, Coldplay’s Chris Martin and, presumably because it gave them the chance to publish a photo of a hot chick among these saps, Hilary Duff.

But then, Duff is dating a member of Good Charlotte, which makes her, at the very least, a wuss sympathizer.

What’s next? A rapper going to jail for making unsafe lane changes and speeding? Maybe he and his posse can share a cell with Paris Hilton, have pillow fights, colour-co-ordinate their bunks, flounce around in pink, feather-rimmed pyjamas, and gossip about the dreamy guard in cell-block C.

Remember, we live in a world where the latest sex-tape scandal doesn’t involve Colin Farrell or Brad Pitt — but the guy who played Screech on Saved by the Bell.

Unlike in School for Scoundrels, there’s no easy remedy for being a simpering weakling, although for those wishing to reconnect with the sturdier stuff in their souls, there’s no surer way to toughen up by sitting through a mini-festival of guy movies, the sort of cinema that oozes testosterone out of its celluloid.

What makes a great guy movie?

Someone being punched always helps, but as Clint Eastwood said in Million Dollar Baby: “Girlie, tough ain’t enough.”

No, rather a truly great guy movie needs to explore what it means to be a man, presumably around other men (and maybe a few gratuitously naked women).

They can be tough, they can even be tender, but make no mistake, they’re not for wusses.