Oh God, these stories sound all too familiar to me..
A couple of Saturdays ago, I went to the local gaybar, which just so happens to be a hotbed for the A&F/"jockboy" kinda crowd..and here I was, all dressed up in my fitted smoking coat, my striped shirt, my polka-dot bowtie, my new plaid pants, my new shoes, my houndstooth-print hat..I remember I was particularly proud of this particular outfit, as the color-scheme flowed cohesively throughout each piece, and the patterns, while it may sound gaudy in print, all mixed well together..Its actually one of my favorite outfits, and I literally just whipped it up in a few short minutes..Anyways, as the nite progressed, some guy (head to toe in new gear from Prada spring line, courtesy of our local NeimanMarcus, mind you) came up to me and said "Me and you stick out like sore thumbs here..I guess you must be my competition." And to that, all I had to say was, "Geez, I didnt realize it was a game.."
But later on that night, some other guy came up to me and said, "Hey, do you subscribe to Vogue For Men?" And all I could say was, "No b*tch, Vogue For Men subscribes to ME! Besides, I subscribe to HarpersBazaar!"
Point is: I work very, very hard for my clothes, both the lower-priced items and the more expensive pieces..It is MY passion, it always has been, probably always will be, and I do take pride in what I wear...and Im 25 years old, Im a grown man, and Ive been dresssing myself for as long as I can remember, so you know what? I aint defending sh*t to nobody, for no reason, whatsoever! Case closed!
Besides, if "you" dont like what Im wearing, Im sure theres somebody in the What Are You Wearing Today? thread that does..