You've backtracked just a little on earlier remarks that I would call viciously anti-woman. I'm actually pretty relaxed about, even find endearing, exuberant bellowing masculinity, except when it chooses to manifest itself through accusations of ball-busting to the nearest woman who dares to express a dissenting opinion.
Then, despite your apparent affection for the little woman who stays home with the kids (and more power to her, on her own terms, not anyone else's, and as a BTW, once the nursin's finished, why it's easy as pie for a father to stay home with the kidlets and bond to his li'l heart's content, exceptin' for that littl problem we still have about pay for men not necessarily bein' equal to pay for women overall) you then begin glorifying the talent and manipulated beauty of some female celebrities of the folk world.
Gittin' gussied up is something we all do, once in a while, for fun or for profit, and that certainly includes men, unless you think a man chooses a cowboy hat, or a fedora, or a bowler, just to keep the sun outta his eyes. Great Big Belt Buckles, Bolo ties, fancy shirts and cowboy boots aren't often worn for practicality, buddy, they are just a tiny smidgen to the right side of eyeliner and high-heeled pumps.