How fabulous is Queer Eye For The Straight Guy? The apartment I’m moving out of indicates that I could use some help from these guys. And so does my hair. With any luck we’ll actually put stuff on the walls of the place we move in to, perhaps get rid of the hunter green chairs, and I may face furthur humiliation at the hands of a hairdresser (I have some pretty pathetic stories). After years of avoiding them* I bought a button down shirt the other day. I may even wear it! Progress.
*After eight years of school uniform Oxford shirts I decided I just could not wear them anymore. It’s been about 12 years since I’ve owned one. So of course once I want one, I’ve been having trouble finding ones which would fit me, darn all those fit models with their very long torsos and slender waists.