Speaking with a ponytail, you're wrong, Jimmy.
...imagine if you will, the scenario of a guy marching towards you with the intent of looking tough infront of a lady after punching your lights out.
You know immediately that this guy wants to fight you, so you take your jacket off, hang it over a chair, reach into your back pocket, and take out a scrunchie for your hair. Straight away, you see in his eyes that he is having second thoughts. Afterall, you were prepared. What if that means he might actually lose?
You scoop up your hair and reach behind the back of your head, pulling your hair into a nice, tight, feminine ponytail. The look in his eyes has changed from minor self doubt to real, actual 'shit yer pants' fear. You have a ponytail, motherfucker. You mean business.
He no longer wishes to fight you, but instead would like to offer you a drink.
After all, the only thing more embarassing than losing a fight to a man with a ponytail, is being a man with a ponytail.