In the end, what it may well be is not the end of men at all, but the end of a certain kind of man: the Don Draper, bringing-home-the-bacon, gender role–specific kind of guy who refuses to do the laundry, pick up the kids, and can’t quite come to terms with his wife being behind an executive table, and not a blender. And perhaps it’s that kind of man that we’ve said goodbye to a long time ago.
As one modern New York man puts it: “The typical 20th-century man is dead. He’s been buried. We grieved,” says Matthew Slutsky, 31. “But, now it’s all about the new era of man. One that is willing to stay at home, and, in this economy, sometimes knows he must.”