Some other words you won’t hear real men discussing:
**Wellness
inner child
being the best me I can be
quilting ** (as a verb)
any form whatsoever of knitting sewing, and especially purling
**dust bunnies
Hummels **OR any other kind of figurines
Real men know there are only two essential oils
10W30, and
WD40
Is diesel OK? 
yeah, but it’s diesel fuel.
You understand correctly. Though it’s more a Saskatchewan thing than an Alberta thing. It’s actually a ploy to prevent the street gangs from feeling tough. I mean, how can you feel tough when you have to say “Let’s go knock over a Sev. But hang on, it’s chilly out, let me just grab my bunny hug.”
I’d like to add liddle, precious, and din-din to the list. Here’s an example of all three in a sentence. “Come here Mr. Whiskerston, its din-din my liddle precious.”
Well maybe it would sound weird if anybody said it that way.
Don’t forget widdle and pwecious, either.
I’m an Albertan and I use it
What about this kind? Or perhaps this?
I’d say singing show tunes is probably off limits too.
:: I feel pretty, oh so pretty … ::
When I was a teenager wayyyyy back in the '80’s a “hood” was a tough guy, a bit of a thug, a scarey bloke eg:“He’s such a hood don’t piss him off” (I’m far too old to know what the tough guys are called now) so hoodie always sounds like tough bloke clothes to me…seeing who is wearing them doesn’t seem to prove me wrong either.
I’m a single mum with a son. I have always called underwear knickers (cause that’s what they are!) I pay little attention to what men call their knickers. The child has recently asked me to stop calling his boxers knickers. So evidently “real” almost teenager males can’t say knickers.
If you simply must do it (and by must I mean forced at gun point) it’s never cuddle with your girl it’s spoon with your girl…
So long as the figurines are cast in manly metal, you’re OK. Hummels are ceramic; I know because my aunt has about a thousand of them, and she shows them off every chance she gets. Senility is a bitch…
I’m still perplexed by dickie, because I’m afflicted with Dickiedoo Disease. That’s when your gut sticks out farther than your dickie do.
To be fair, this term came from the overall process of interventions and escalations involved with infertility. The whole shabang became known as the baby dance. When infertility web boards took off, a whole new language was spawned, full of abbreviations for all the infertility lingo like DPO, 3DT, PCOS, IUI and IVF but then abbrevations starting cropping up for all the other things these women wanted to talk about on a regular basis: DDs, DSs and DHs (Dear Daughters, Sons and Husbands) and AF (Aunt Flo, i.e. menstruating) and sex became BD or “baby dancing” because it’s extremely important to be cute and charming on such forums, while inside you’re tormented by your inability to conceive/carry a child. Failure to be charming in this fashion would make you suspect, at best.
Suffice to say that I didn’t last long on any such forums.
And now all you manly men know more than you ever thought that you could about such things! 
Spooning is something very specific – it’s cuddling, yes, but specifically while you’re both lying on your sides with her back to your front, like spoons in a drawer. I hope that’s not the only way a manly man thinks he’s capable of cuddling!
I think it’s necessary to add the word ‘tops’, when used in reference to a man’s shirt. I used to date a guy who not only smoked like a stuck-up lady but called his shirts ‘tops’. And his ensembles he called ‘oufits’. “How does my outfit look? This is a new top.” It was a feminine note that was a bit at odds w/ his racing motorcycles and consequently cheating on me w/ other women.
And if you’re going to call it a ‘bunnyhug’, you may as well paint your bathroom peach, my boy.
Bath pouf. I believe they had a commercial for Zest liquid bodywash where the big old football players had to call the free bath pouf that came with the bodywash a “lather builder”
I think my son refers to it as a scruffy.
I thought of that and IMHO it makes one sound caveman…ish. So I’m stuck with shampoo. blech
Then Jack Dean Tyler would heartily approve.