queer eye for the straight guy. following in the tradition of iron chef, trading spaces and punk'd, a new show has emerged as a must see. every man needs a woman but apparently a woman can be replaced by five gay men. at least from some perspectives. a new show on bravo, queer eye takes one straight man and allows him to be made over by five gay ones. the five gay guys are experts in the fields of grooming, food&wine, fashion, culture and interior design. every man woman and child needs these guys. they can work miracles. i've seen three episodes so far, all of them at least twice. the show combines the dramatic changes that we love in all makeover shows but also gives us hilarious moments and comments at every step. the intro is enough to make you start chuckling with laughter. the main dude, one carson kressley, is hilarious as all get out. and for you rent fans, jai rodriguez (of angel fame) is the culture expert. basically the show has the potential to change your life. they take some yokel and transform him into a dashing charming prince, from wardrobe to home, from hair to edibles. it's simply amazing. it's like butter. i want them to come over and give me new clothes, furniture and cds.



but alas, as i was discussing with a fellow straight guy, we are relating more with the gay guys. some of the straight guys they pick just have no clue. and not to say that i have much clue but i'm sorry, i have a clue. so i could never be a candidate for this extreme makeover. but this is a quality show men and women can watch together. families even. kids need this type of education from an early age, keep it real. arithmetic and academics are so variable, style lasts forever. to this end, helpful hints are tossed out at the end of every episode and every scene is practically a "how to be a stylish guy" epiphany. so i'm calling it now, queer eye for a straight guy, the best show on television.



oh look, my masculinity, floating away... i should add something in here about football or like, sausages or something. but why pretend you know?