Like the smart travelers on a budget that we were, and because they summarize the Character of a Nation, we (Rachel and I) made sure to hit up the New Zealand grocery stores for supplies! Our goal was to acquire suitable breakfast materials. Neither of us favor large breakfasts on a daily basis, and the price wasn't it worth it for us to eat toast and tea (the breakfast of champions!) of the hotel buffet in the mornings.
Both of us bee-lined for this yogurt because of it's yummy flavor combinations and the promise of fruit, seeds, grains, and barley together. Look closer.
"This is men's yoghurt and you are a man. Now find a spoon, fork, or spade and dig in."
The man theme continues.
"A man must not own more than one aftershave at any one time."
"It is acceptable to eat yoghurt - when it's Mammoth yoghurt and it's thick and chunky and it's made for men."
Turns out that all of the other American conservators, most of whom are ladies, hit up the New Zealand grocery stores as well. All were attracted to the Man Yogurt as well, based upon the promise of fruit, seeds, grains, and barley, only realizing that it was for men much later.
We figured, hey, the American Woman is a tough broad. If she wants to eat the Man Yogurt, she's gonna eat the Man Yogurt. Nobody can stop her.