In Praise of Metrosexuals, the new breed

I'm not against using the term metrosexual, and there is a new breed of Metro out there: a handful of straight men roaming the streets of Toronto.  

It's been years since we've seen men as ridiculously good looking as these men. And, dare I say it, they are beating the gay men at their own high fashion game.  


Thsese men have bottomless pockets and think nothing of spending $3-5k a week on fashion and grooming products. Daily doses of $8.00 wheatgrass followed by an Orange-Mango chaser at Jugo are part of their morning routine.

These men dress for two audiences:

1. other straight men
2. and the gay men who love them

So high maintenance and off-limits that most women are intimidated by the idea of sharing a bathroom with a man who has better skin than she does and a more extensive shoe collection.


Ignorant bike messengers at the corner of Adelaide and York shout 'fag' after them to which they silently grin at the idea of being thought so.


Today I saw one dressed in a light blue armani, blue bow-tie, trousers perfectly hemmed to reveal pink and orange argyle socks and a Dolce shirt about 3 sizes too small - worn solely to overexagerate his already perfectly sculpted pecs.


Cheekbones you could slice havarti over.

Only a man with heterosexual tendancies can carry this look off - and they travel mostly alone or at most in pairs so keep an eye out for them because sure as anything they know you are looking at them.