The New York Times has an article today about men attending day spas. While it’s mostly fluff, it’s based, of course, on all the differences between male spa-goers (of which there are very few) and female.
Only 15 percent of the guests at Rancho La Puerta are men, and the educational programs are heavy on topics like menopause and elder care.
Apparently elder care, like menopause, is a biological feminine obligation.
As for destination spas, which focus on health, fitness and nutrition, men cluster at places that offer high-testosterone activities, first-rate golf or permit weekend visits.
I’m not sure what “high-testosterone activities” are. Peeing standing up? Golfing, apparently?
The dining room chatter can be embarrassing in subject and long-winded in style for the tastes of many men, especially those who consider conversation to be purely utilitarian rather than inherently pleasurable and think women talk too much.
No comment. But if I were male, I think I’d find that more than a little insulting.
The spa has made a few concessions for men. Their health club has a television set, which the women’s doesn’t, and it is generally tuned to sports or stock market reports. Until 1 p.m., three hours behind East Coast time and the close of the New York Stock Exchange, men toggle between the TV room and the adjoining Internet center.
Because men who attend spas are so hard-working that they follow the NYSE even when they aren’t in the office. Because that’s what businessmen do. And women… well, they usually just stay home anyway, right? Even the women who work apparently don’t need access to basic financial information. And sports? Forget about it. Girls don’t like sports anyway.