Hey. You. Yeah, you. The guy at the other end of the bar. The tall, dark, handsome fellow. Holding your sunglasses. Sporting that black jacket. The white shirt. The day-old stubble. AND THE LATEX STOCKINGS WITH MATCHING THONG AND GARTERS. I was trolling the internet when I encountered this fellow. He’s really … something, isn’t he? I don’t even know what to say about him. Or what I would say to him if I met him in a bar. “I like your … pumps?” As Tim Gunn would say: “That’s a lotta look.” And, indeed, it is. Between the meggings, the male polish, and the bros, I know I’m starting to feel a little confused about 21st century gender roles. Well, at least if my stilettos disappear, I’ll know who nicked them. [Simon O.]
