From Coco + Creme — If you’re a woman with money and a pulse, chances are you’re in an ongoing love affair with a certain trendy clothing store. You know, the one with the neon yellow bags and $4.50 leggings.

Well, my manager at said-store-that-shall-not-be-explicitly-named, got a little ticked the other day. He’s the sort of guy who wears bike chains and a little black nail polish occasionally. But not the kind who wears blouses and the same jeans as you, got it? So, he’s helping a young lady put together an outfit.

“Try this skirt, and I think it’ll look really good with this top tucked into it,” he says. Her response? -__- Straight face, blank stare. He comes over and whispers to me, “You know, if I were one of the other guys who work here, she wouldn’t even question my judgment.”

I had to empathize with him at this point. Let’s be honest, ladies: when did we decide that gay men were the purveyors of all things fashionable? From the stylist at the salon to the makeup artist at MAC, many of us head directly toward the male on duty. By virtue of being a boy who likes boys, it seems his taste becomes the Golden Standard of what is right, cute and sharp. The judgment that comes from a cross-dressing man is to be feared by ladies from LA to Miami, and many of us even take him along to approve our booty before we buy.


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