And so, in true consumer-with-no-money fashion, I torture myself in this struggle. I go out of my way to look at men's items I can neither afford nor fit. But in this torturous venture, I'm still developing my own personal style, and I do make productive strides. My most productive stride to date: Streetetiquette.com. These men are my heroes. I can't tear myself away. Never in my life has a blog been so essential to my identity. The clothing items that these men put on their bodies... if I were to see it in a store on a hanger... I'd pass it up without a second glance. And in that, I've discovered that I need to learn to make things work. I need to have a better eye for what I want. I've always known the mall sucks, and then went there to shop anyway for convenience. No more. I'm in a major metropolitan area now. I don't need the mall! I have gay neighborhoods and quirky boutiques to get lost in. Yes, money will still be an issue. But being lost won't.
|They love to roll their pant legs up... me too.|