It's amazing to see a person, a slob really, made over into a sophisticated, well-dressed man in a single day. Still, for us unreformed slobs, it's dismaying to see how feminized men have had to become to attract women. (I wouldn't get waxed if every Playboy Bunny in the world got on one knee and begged me.) If you buy your clothes at Sears and your grooming products at the grocery store and are using furniture you inherited from your parents and can't cook, the leap to metro-sexual seems insurmountable, expensive, and a little sad. Metro-sexuals are modern day fops, the French aristocrats who wore powdered wigs and white make-up and affected a refined manner. Many people think they were gay, but it wasn't about sexual preference. It was about separating oneself from the lower classes. When peasants are rough and ruddy, the upper classes get paler and softer. Like I said, it's fun seeing a person transformed, but when you're a peasant at heart, there is only so much you get out of it.
Review of Queer Eye
