Here are my takes on the points brought up in this thread, as well as a couple points of my own:
Sports: Don’t like 'em, never did. I especially detest football and the attitudes that its fans have about it. Some of them would probably miss their grandmother’s funeral if it conflicted with Monday Night Football. I am especially disgusted by the ones who go all out and come to the game bare-chested with body paint all over them in their team’s colors. Doing this in cold weather just adds to the “manliness” factor. I have a lot of other rants about football, but I’ll reserve these for the Pit. Most other sports don’t evoke such disdainful feelings, but I don’t devote my time to watching them.
Drinking alcohol: I stay away from it, not because of religious convictions, but because I don’t feel that it is necessary. I’m also a bit unsettled by thinking about how alcohol destroys brain cells. Above all, I can’t understand what the point is in getting drunk and losing control of one’s faculties and purposely impairing one’s own perceptions, and then get hung over and spend the next day puking. Count me out. I also find most beer commercials to be absurd at best. I also like knowing that I run an absolute zero risk of ever getting a DUI on my driving record. Well, this is looking like Pit material, too, so I will stop here for now.
Fixing/repairing things: Simply put, I do not have the patience to fix things. If it breaks I either show it to someone who has the knowhow and the patience to tinker with it, or I replace it. I am proud to say that I never once took anything apart to see how it works and am thus free from ever having been punished as a child for this.
Fart jokes: I must say that I enjoy this level of humor and that there are several elements of my third-grade boyhood such as this one that have stayed with me. I’m a Beavis and Butthead fan, and I’m 32. I should add that I am very discreet about this when it involves me. I’m not one to “let 'em rip” regardless of where I am or who I am with.
Cars: I just drive them. I like mine to look good on the road and run well, but I’m not one to try to impress the chicks while stopped at red lights; I’d rather blend in and not draw attention to myself in traffic. Any time a group of guys get to talking about cars they might as well do it in a foreign language, since to me it pretty much is. I don’t know a manifold from a solenoid, for example.
Supermodels: Waaaaay overrated in my opinion. I have unusual tastes in women. I actually like them to be heavyset, and I find slender, diet-obsessed women to be unattractive. I also don’t care for women who do up their hair, wear a lot of makeup, and wear the “latest fashions.” A woman who lets her hair hang down straight, doesn’t paint her face like a clown, wears jeans and a T-shirt and doesn’t give a damn about the calories in the food she eats is quite all right by me.
Explosions and car chases in movies: Okay, I pick up “manliness” points here. I love a movie with lots of explosions and car chases in it. This isn’t the limit of what I like to see in movies, though. I like most genres, even children’s fare, but I don’t care much for chick flicks.
Hunting/fishing: I’ve never gone hunting and I have no plans to try it. I never had any interest in it. I’ve gone fishing before. I find it to be a drag, personally.
Loud music: I like to play my rock music at high volume, but I don’t play it at an ear-splitting level. I have a nice car stereo with a subwoofer, but I don’t crank it up so loud that people across the intersection at the red light can also hear it thumping.
Video games: I’m from the old school here. I grew up on Pac-Man, Centipede, Galaga, etc. The video games of today don’t do anything for me and they seem to be more or less the same, kick the crap out of your opponents. The new driving/racing games would be fun to play, but I don’t have the time for such diversions.
Sex: I must admit that my experiences here are so few and far between that I am hardly qualified to comment on it.
I should add that having a dog and liking dogs seems to be another common criterium used to define stereotypical manliness; I don’t fit in here. I have two cats and I have always loved cats. They are wonderful little companions and I don’t feel that my masculinity is compromised because I’d rather have cats than dogs. I don’t hate dogs, but I just wouldn’t be comfortable with having one. I don’t regret the fact that I never had one as a child.
Lastly, I will say that I am not into building things. I have no power tools, and the tools that I do have are only for the most basic of maintenance, just a couple hammers, screwdrivers, etc.
With all of this said, one might say that I would score very low on the “manliness scale” based on the above criteria. On the other hand, I certainly don’t partake in most activities that women do. I think I fit into an altogether different catagotry of manhood since I have never questioned my masculinity and I feel very secure in the fact that I am male, but at the same time I don’t meet most of the criteria that seems to define “manhood.”
You know, the whole sensitive, doe-eyed (sorry… not implying anything about your masculinity 
), “I’m not even sure I am a man” angle.
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