So if you play "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" with yourself, which does that make you?
Well, in the past few days I've given myself a new haircut, manscaped the sasquatch-ness that was my body, and thown away a full third of my wardrobe. I've basically played both roles in the "Queer Eye For The Straight Guy" show, and I don't really know what to make of that at the moment.
It's weird to throw out some of the old clothes - not really at this point because i'm going to miss them or even that there's any great sentimental connection. Tonight is more of a "holy crap... I wore that?" feeling.
On the bright side, there will be a very happy size 36 goth/freak kid at salvation army sometime next week. Some of these clothes I lived in for years, some of them I wore once or twice, but they're all in pretty passable condition, so I don't feel bad passing them off on the SA. I'm pretty comfortable that I'll never be pushing size 38 again, so it's time to let these go. I also feel pretty safe saying at this point that I don't know if I'll ever find myself in a black bowling shirt with leopard print faux fur stripe down the left panel again either.
Watch, 10 years from now, swing will be back *again* and that look will be hot. Too bad I don't have a gigantar closet.
Wait. I just pictured myself at 33 in said bowling shirt. The clothing purge tonight was a good thing.
