The Antidote to the Rise of the Soft Prince

Let’s face it: masculinity is having an identity crisis. Everywhere you look, men are exfoliating, drinking matcha, and calling their group chats “The Emotional Support Bros.”

And listen, we’re not against skincare or feelings. But at some point, a lot of us, women, started wondering:
Where did all the boot-wearing men go?
You know, the ones who look like they could fix a fence, split firewood, or at least pretend they know what a torque wrench is.

Because here’s a secret: we’re tired of dating Disney princesses with beards.

We don’t need you to cry during rom-coms. We need you to wear workboots and lift heavy things (even if it’s just our emotional baggage).

Workboots are sexy.

They say, “I’m capable,” “I’m grounded,” and “yes, I can change your tire.”

They don’t scream for attention, they stomp in and own the room.

So if you’re a man in boots, know this: you’re not a relic, you’re a reminder. A reminder that strength doesn’t need to shout, it just needs a good pair of soles.

That usefulness is still attractive. That showing up, not showing off, is underrated.

And while the world keeps getting softer, keep standing firm. Preferably in resolable boots.