They also take our money and pretend they're going to give us sex when they don't intend to. We go into it unprepared. Most men, says Leykis, don't have a clue. Instead, as he likes to say, their balls are kept in a Mason jar by their wives and girlfriends. If Dr. Laura promotes an Old Testament version of rectitude and morality, Leykis is selling something quite different.
Men are from Mars.
The growing popularity of Tom Leykis, whether you agree with him or not, is part of a larger picture, a picture of a newly emerging type of man. There is no prototypical Lost Boy, no stereotype that can be used to pick them out of a crowd. You're just as likely to find one working as a bartender or a bike messenger as practicing medicine or patrolling the streets in a police cruiser. They have no clubhouse, no secret handshake, no dimly lit basements where they beat the crap out of each other. Lost Boys hang out at strip clubs like Sassy's, work out at 24-Hour Fitness, burn the midnight oil in Pearl District offices or admire the latest exhibits at the Portland Art Museum.