Real men don't need safe spaces and puppies/kittens, skinny jeans, half-caf double caramel shot, low-fat Latte's. Real men need man caves, beer coolers, big screen TV's, recliners, and trucks (city-dwelling real men can forego the trucks). Aren't concerned that their clothes aren't color coordinated.
Real men aren't Metro-Sexuals, afraid of failure (accepts that not everything works out). They don't always blame others for their own failings; ride recumbent bicycles; drive a Smart Car, Prius, or any vehicle with the word "electric" in its description, subservient to their wives; wear Birkenstocks; or try to hide or apologize for their manly ways.
Real me do accept their sexuality, revel in it, ; love, honor, and view their wives as equals; accept responsibility for their own actions; Willing to change their minds after being presented with provable facts; if they hunt, eat what they kill (excluding roadkill); believe in a hand up, not a hand out. Real men believe that when God created woman, he didn't make from his head to be above him, from his heel to be trod on by him, but a rib under his arm to be protected by him, next his heart to be loved by him, and from his side to be equal to him.
The above is incomplete, and there are exceptions. Real men can wear sandals (except Birkenstocks) and golf caps, just as pretenders can wear flannel, cowboy boots and hats. It all boils down to men being the kings of their universe, and know it's all the better with a good queen beside him.