Sydney Spy Classic
Metrosexuality in Paris
After downing one too many chausse aux pommes and absinthe, you may have the urge to go to Les Toilettes. Here comes the embarrassment:
Which one?!!? At least the wheelchair man has broader options. I must have looked at both options in cartoon double-take style 12 times each before entering. I had never been so happy to see a urinal in my life.
"Riding a metro" can have a completely new meaning if your mind's in the gutter. It's all the more appropriate in Paris where they flock in clusters tighter than their belly shirts. These French ones have found a way to reproduce to form a more mutated, more sexually ambiguous strain with skinny jeans so restraining, their bamboo pins suggest a third gender.
The city of Paris accomodates for them as well. If you walk into a shop like Sephora, you'll see make-up for men. Not just a small shelf in the corner situated next to hair-gel for em-browsing-ment, but HALF the shop. Foundation... eye-liner... mascara... all for MEN. My French-Vietnamese friend tells me that the section for men is growing with the years. Await Sephor-o in 2009.
Otherwise, there are some other signs that leave me confused.
Is it just a spot the difference game?Gay Paris, indeed. Add a comment...
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