A brief guide to manly work and equality

Men, imagine a normal workday: While showering, you notice a patch of salt and pepper chest hairs. No time to change the blade in your razor, you ignore them and towel off. A quick slap of deodorant and you pull on your briefs. Looking into the mirror, you think to yourself, "not too shabby" - no six-pack, for sure, but a couple of fleshy handlebar rolls are par for your age.

Shoes, socks and you're out of the door, briefcase in hand. You hop on the bus, dressed in just footwear and itsy-bitsy skin-tight briefs. The bus lurches forward, coffee from the passenger beside you spills on your chest. You wince at the heat but wave away her apology - she's a fan after all and will be watching you tonight on national TV.

Envision Charles Gibson, Bill O'Reilly or Yang Rui reporting the latest updates on the eurozone crisis from behind the news desk in a monokini a la Borat. The amount of authoritative gravitas they could muster up would fit neatly into their G-strings.