I am beginning to suspect that my French book didn’t really have much of a clue WRT fashion. First it couldn’t make up its mind what exactly an anorak was, now I find out it’s gone stealing words!
FWIW, I think “anorak” sounds manly.
“Hey! Hands off my anorak, jack!”
I don’t think a man should say “duvet”, and “comforter” is borderline.
“The big blanket” is acceptable.
But not “fluffy blankie”.
[Unzips, Looks Down, Yup-No Strap on here]
There are 2 words you’ll never hear pass my lips. I have no problem typing them, I just don’t say them.
1)Cookie: I just hate the way the word sounds when I speak it. I have no problem hearing others use it. I opt to use the specific word (chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, oreo) as opposed to the general term. Even with a friend of mine who has a cat named cookie, I’ll refer to it as cooks. It’s probably one of the stupidist hang ups a person can have, but I can’t help it. For all I know, it’s some kind of defense mechanism that goes back to hearing Paul Lynde say “Have a cookie” on Hollywood Squares when I was a kid.
2)Certificate: Another one I just don’t ever use. Seeing that I hate shopping - (does that make me a real man?) - I usually give gift certificates as presents. I hate the word ceftificate so much, I’ll either buy them online or ask for a gift check at a retail store or restaurant. Without fail, the clerk will say, “Gift Check? You mean Gift Certificate?” To which I’ll answer, “Yup”.
[/Zips up and asks himself, could there be a weirder hang up?]
I always knew I wasn’t manly, but to discover I sound dumb?
Oh wait, I knew that too… 
How about “precious”? Not in the sense of valuable, but in the sense of cute: “Awww, that’s just precious!” Come to think of it, if I ruled the world, women wouldn’t use this word either.
I just called and asked our mailroom guys, a couple of hardcore gang-bangas from the 'hood, yo: they both said they’d call a hooded sweatshirt a hoodie. My husband, a grizzled old BCPD detective (well, as grizzled as a thirty-one year old could be), calls 'em hoodies, too. I, a gnarled old broad from the mean streets of Mt. Vernon who’d just as soon cut ya as look at ya, call 'em hoodies, too.
Houston, we have a problem.
For the sake of preserving both my manliness and my job, could you please suggest an alternative to the technical term “applique armor” that will be reliably understood?
I always thought the word “anorak” was reserved for use in the New York Times crossword puzzle, anyway. Along with “era” and “eon”.
How about the word “horsey” or “horsie”? Year and years ago, when I worked at Arby’s, I discovered that manly men didn’t like that word. See, in addition to their “Arby’s Sauce” (barbeque sauce), Arby’s also has a horseradish sauce that they call “Horsey Sauce”.
When I worked the drive-thru window, I always was amused by the way the men would order. “I’ll have a Beef & Cheddar. I want some Arby’s Sauce and, um, some… horseradish…”
the only way that could work is if it’s said in a gravelly, raspy voice, and immediately followed by the exclamation “Gollum! Gollum!”
Harumph! Darn right! Intentionally wasting time is “nammyjacking” for a real man.
I figured maybe “hoodie,” like “homie,” meant somebody from your neighbor"hood." Now, a hoodee, on the other hand, is one of those guys in the pictures from Abu Ghraib, one who has been hooded.
Yeah, I think it was here on the boards not too far back. IIRC, she described said comestible as a “ham, cheese, and egg pie.” Mmmanly!
I always thought Horsey Sauce was a stupid name for it. As a woman, I would never be able to refer to it by name. Thank goodness I think Arby’s is an abomination. That reduces the likelihood of this being a problem.
I don’t like the word hoodie, either, so I’m not gonna use it. EVER!
Dickie should be on the list.
My husband once asked me: "What is that thing you can wear when you don’t want to wear a whole shirt? Is it a…dickie?"
I told him yes, they are called dickies, and IMHO, they are dumb.
Plus…if you can hardly bring yourself to say it…how will you ever wear it???
Wouldn’t that be ‘hung’ curtains?
Consistency people! Consistency!!
Only if their name is Andre, or maybe Raphael. Real men put up curtains. Really, just ask Flex Crush.
Sadly, thousands of American men are slapped by irate waitresses every year when they order a “quickie.” We’re a monoglot lot, and easily confused by foreign terms.
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taupe;
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divine (theology discussions excepted);
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darling (unless the ‘g’ is omitted).
This thread recalls an old National Lampoon article that explained how to tell a gay man from a lumberjack:
Gay man: “Twyla Tharp is divine”
Lumberjack: “Twyla Tharp is real talented”
A real man can never refer to a computer as a 'puter. Actually, a real woman shouldn’t use the term, either. Save it for the fourteen-year-old girls who pepper their online discourse with plenty of OMG! and LOL! 
What if my dickie is a hoodie?
Then it’s a Gentile.
Another term that real men cannot use is crème brulee.
And it sucks, 'cuz that’s one of my favorite desserts.