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Monday, February 02, 2004
Queer Eye For the Straight give me a fucking breakI know I'm behind, but bear with me. Owing to a constitutional inability to pay for television, I don't get cable. So an episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy last night was my first ever. I expected a Candid Camera-style reality show, with real gay men giving honest good advice to truly hopeless regular guys. But no. All I could think was: Who died and left these five middling, kitsch-mongering Martha Stewarts in charge of "sophistication"? Even I know better than to artfully place polished stones and scented candles around the apartment with the idea of impressing my girlfriend. Great God on a popsicle stick.
Of course, when I complained out loud, five women in the room instantly offered to improve my personal style. One or two of them are lesbians. There may be hope.
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
11:41 PM
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