I love that phrase and I totally stole it from the uber magnificent Anya Bast. Essentially it’s when a romance author writes the hero who does the stuff most men don’t do.
Now, admittedly I love a very masculine man. I love an alpha hero (who isn’t a caveman thank you very much). I want him to do things manly men do. He can show emotion and be soft, but there are things the women in men suits do that drives me nuts.
So I’m reading and I see a man we’re supposed to believe is a super, uber alpha man (who quite frankly, borders on asshole during most of the book) referring to the heroine’s clothes as “camis” and also he likes the “pastel” items he got for her.
Now here’s the deal, I haven’t been single for 20 years and maybe men are different than the one I live with, but if I put a bunch of shirts in front of my husband in pastel colors he would not know they were pastels. He’d be able to say they were soft colors perhaps or light colors but he would so not describe them as pastels. And don’t get me started on the word cami. First of all, no men say cami for camisole. In fact, I’d go as far as to say a man sees a camisole and thinks tank tops perhaps, but most likely he just likes the boobs. This guy didn’t weep, oh the weeping hero (and again, there are some situations where he may weep or show terrible sadness but there are books where the hero cries and cries and I want to shake him and tell him to get a hold of himself).
I like men a lot. I like the way mine smells and how warm and hard he is against me when we snuggle. I like his deep voice and his strength and the way he’s protective of me and our children. He would not know a cami from a pastel. He would not know my sweater was lilac or that my skirt had a handkerchief hem or was cut on the bias.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’d prefer for the hero in a book to be a man and not a woman in a man suit.