The other week I saw a T-shirt bearing the caption ‘For the girls, the gays and the theys’. And if you want a very quick and easy demonstration of why someone might wish to wear a T-shirt specifically excluding straight men, I suggest you go to pretty much any big standing show, certainly any featuring a youngish guitar band.
On the way out, my friend said it was the loveliest crowd he’d been in for a long time, and I pointed out why
There you will see the straight man in his natural environment, moving from the bar in small herds of six or seven in a straight line through the crowd, charging through obstacles like buffalo through the brush, finding their spot and then performing their rites of shouting through the songs that bore them and pushing one another around to the songs that don’t, then buffalo-charging to the toilets and to the bar and back to their territory to shout and shove.
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