It's about time I start lifting weights. :wink:
From Usatoday.com:
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Ground zero's manly men are turning heads
By Olivia Barker, USA TODAY
NEW YORK ? Women used to cross the street to avoid James Guiliani. Now they're crossing the street to ogle him.
"You get it a lot now," says Guiliani, 34, the head foreman on a construction site in swanky SoHo, a couple of miles north of the World Trade Center site. There, the Queens resident dug and hauled debris during a 19-hour shift two days after the terrorist attacks. "You see them eyeball you, you eye them back. You get a few 'How are you doing today's?' "
In yet another example of a post-Sept. 11 world turned inside out, models in Manolos are doing the catcalling, not men in hard hats.
After decades of disrespect and neglect, manly men ? the kind of guys who can build a wall and knock one down, who prefer muscular Mustangs to manicured Mercedes ? are suddenly chic. In a somewhat curious consequence of the attacks on America, blue-collar cops and firefighters, tradesmen and soldiers across the USA have been transformed into heartthrobs and hunks.
Indeed, some Everymen are wary of their newfound stud status, however fleeting, grumbling that it detracts from the dignity and gravity of their work. Still, they say that if it's a means of casting their professions in a much-needed positive light, they're grateful.
The phenomenon isn't limited to New York and Washington, D.C. And it goes beyond Gotham's finest and bravest. Foundry workers, mechanics and UPS drivers ? basically men in any uniform that doesn't require a tie ? have caught the fancy of women across the country.
"I tell you, when he's got that outfit on, it's like (sigh)," says Felice Recupero, a personal assistant who has been dating a guy from her local Upper East Side firehouse for nearly a month.
"They're an addiction," says Recupero, 31, whose usual boyfriends are more about cocktail lounges than Irish pubs. "My friends are all saying, 'Don't break up with him yet. We want to meet the other guys.' "
They're not the only ones looking for knights in shining helmets.
? Down at New York's ground zero, the yellow "Do Not Cross" sign has become a veritable velvet rope as stories circulate of scantily clad women vamping it up for the rescue workers.
? Firefighter calendar collections are coming out of the closet. At the Outwrite Bookstore and Coffeehouse in Atlanta, sales of the aptly named 2002 Hotlanta Firemen Calendar are "going through the roof," says owner Philip Rafshoon, who has positioned the 12 pinups prominently, right in the front rack. "I cannot keep it in stock." The calendar benefits the Georgia Firefighters Burn Foundation, as well as burn centers in New York and the nation's capital.
? Even Doonesbury addressed the World Trade Center site's status as a pickup joint in a recent series of strips, including one in which Marcia insists: "It's not just 9/11, Mike ? I've always had a thing for firefighters!"
"In times of physical danger, men like that look more interesting to women," says Sam Keen, whose 1991 book, Fire in the Belly: On Being a Man, heralded a return to manliness.
"When everything's going well, maybe it's the corporate executive who sits at his desk and doesn't have a muscle in his body," Keen says. "But when push comes to shove, let's face it, women want the guy who can kill the saber-toothed tiger."
Women have always swooned over bulging biceps and calloused hands, at least privately. "It's just that most of these guys are never appreciated until they're really needed," says Marvel Comics editor in chief Joe Quesada, who created a comic starring a firefighter-cum-superhero, Ash, which ran from 1996 to 1999. "Then, all of a sudden, they're gods. Unfortunately, it takes a tragedy to recognize this." Since Sept. 11, fans have been clamoring to bring Ash back.
In Coffeyville, Kan., "folks look at us a little differently," says firefighter Wayne Joplin, 37. "There's a little more admiration. They kind of care about us more."
In Osterville, Mass., Brendan Burchell, an Army National Guard combat medic, says more parents are trying to set him up with their daughters. The attention is noticeable. At the gym, his "Army"-emblazoned T-shirt sticks out. "The haircut, the way you walk ? it draws questions," says Burchell, 27, who re-enlisted just after Sept. 11.
But Burchell is wary of the firefighter and soldier groupies who have suddenly sprung up, saying that it diminishes the seriousness of the situation. "This is about us coming together as Americans," he says. "I can't really care about finding a date now."
Nonetheless, Sept. 11 has become an icebreaker for the men of the Glen Echo Fire Department in Bethesda, Md. A uniformed Pete Mayo was with his partner, picking up lunch at the supermarket deli counter, when a woman came up and "started talking my head off." Was she flirting? "She very well may have been," says Mayo, 40, grinning broadly.
Used to be that the only people who paid them any mind were little boys waving from the back of station wagons. Now, women drive by, honk their horns and shout, "We love you!" Especially vocal are college women. "Oh, man," sighs Robert Nishiyama, 28, patting his chest with his right hand.
Manhattanite Elizabeth Runnoe always had gone for investment-banker types in blue button-down shirts and khaki pants. A British accent was a bonus.
Now she's looking for brawn. "All these guys going out and saving lives ? that's a really attractive quality in a man," says Runnoe, 23, who works for an online ad agency. "They're heroes. They're actually going out and making a difference."
Washboard stomachs aside, "they have good hearts," she adds.
Still, Recupero's romance has proven a bit of a culture shock. "He got me to watch the Yankees at home on the couch," she marvels. "My friends were like, 'Oh, my God, are you in love?' "
And as dating a firefighter becomes, well, trendy, Recupero has found she has competition. During the recent New York City Marathon, two women asked her boyfriend if he would pose for a picture with them in front of his company's truck ? even though his arms were wrapped around Recupero. A firefighter standing next to her got an unsolicited phone number from yet another female spectator.
These days, New York's bravest are like the latest Louis Vuitton bag, Recupero explains: "You have to have one."
Guiliani is snagging more dates now, too. A few weeks ago, he trekked out for the first time to The Park, a posh Manhattan bar where "yuppies hide in the corners by the candles whispering about the poem they read last night," as Guiliani puts it.
The 6-foot-2, 230-pound foreman, who sounds like he could be on The Sopranos but looks like he could be in GQ, started regaling patrons with stories of his tour of duty at the disaster site. "The girls were digging it," he says. "They wanted to hear what it smelled like, what it felt like." And they drooled over his Noo Yawk delivery.
Guiliani charmed them so much that he persuaded two women to head uptown with him and four of his buddies to their usual watering hole, the hard-hat-friendly Hogs & Heifers. "That surprised the hell out of me," says Guiliani, whose 17 tattoos include a spider web stretched across his right elbow and skulls stamped on his left arm. "I'm not like one of these little guys with glasses."
During a recent trip to Hogs, Guiliani strides in and is greeted with hugs, smooches and a shot of Southern Comfort from Stef Jacobs, 26, a bartender sporting a red, belly-baring shirt. A couple of beers later, Guiliani holds court with a clutch of twentysomething women, cradling their waists and kissing their cheeks.
"They're looking at me like a person now," he says.</font>
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