The camp camp

I’m sorry. I feel compelled to put finger to keyboard to comment on a social phenomena probably best left to Ben.

I can no long stay silent on this topic. It’s divisive. It’s controversial.

I think my gaydar is broken. It used to be well honed because gay men had an air of difference about the way they presented themselves. They were more articulate, more likely to wear shirts with plunging necklines, and more likely to wear tight pants.

Over the weekend (which we spent in Brisbane for the Rugby and some impromptu father’s day meals) I could have used these descriptors on 90% of the men I cam across. Statistically this figure should have been much lower. Even in the valley.

What’s going on? This can’t really be any good for either camp. Neither the camp camp, nor the straight camp benefits from this fashion osmosis.

It reminds me of the time I walked into City Beach and couldn’t tell which clothes were for men and which ones were for women. But that’s another story.

I’m just saying…


Ali says:

I am hearing you! I went to Vinnies on the weekend looking for fancy dress, and found a shirt hanging in the ladies section, and thought “that’s cool” and tried it on etc and went to buy it. But then I got this weird suspicion that it might actually be a guys shirt, so I asked the bloke at the cash register and he said, yep, it was a guys shirt. It’s one of those checkered sort of shirts with the pearly press-studs, which are back in, for guys more down the metrosexual end, and it’s mostly green – in case you’re wondering. I still bought it, but now I am not so sure what to do with it.

By the way, where I work there are a LOT of gay men. I think it comes with the male editor type – which lines up with your “articulate” comment.

Mr Snuffle says:

Your Gaydar is no match for my Praydar!

queenstuss says:

I’ve been shopping a few times lately and seen a girlfriend and boyfriend together basically matching. Not sure what the deal is.

As for mens and ladies clothes in shops, my husband won’t go clothes shopping without me just in case he can’t tell the difference.