Then there is that revolting word manscape. You'd like to think it's just a winter garment of the kind a gentleman uses to fjord puddles for the monarch. But slowly the realization dawns that it has morphed from a perfectly innocent noun to a verb with dreadful pudendotonsorial associations. You try to keep that other dreadful word out of your head, but it leaps to mind unbidden: boyzilian.
You go to lie down in a darkened room and wish for the sweet, sweet catharsis that only the brainbleach can bring.
I dunno. Maybe I meant pudendatonsorial. Pelvic topiary might be another possible expression. No self-respecting metrosexual would regard manscaping as anything other than an intrinsic part of the grooming ritual nowadays.
I blame the 'Queer Eye' guys for this trend, myself.