It is weird how fickle we are. I wonder if it is our species. Maybe we were programmed that way so we would always move on to greener pastures before we depleted the food and water resources in one place. Now we don’t move anywhere. We just sit in one place and try to satisfy that wanderlust. I watched a few minutes of “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” last night. It shocked me that A) that show is still on and B) I once liked it. It was one of the many trends of summer 2003.

I just let my body hair grow where ever and whenever it wants and shop at the thrift store and just genuinely don’t care to try and live up to anyone’s crazy standards. That’s what guys do…straight ones anyway. So that show was clever and amusing the first 3 times we all saw it, but it definitely didn’t spark a Metrosexual revolution.

It really was just yesterday relative to a good long life. Yet those days of watching straight men learn how to be gay and visiting Friendster every day to get updates on people I don’t know, or worse yet ones who mutually dropped contact with me years ago, seems like ages ago. I visit Friendster from time to time and feel like I’m kicking a carcass. What a phenomenal idea it was. Too bad we all got bored making new friends and keeping old ones. It spawned a few imitators before the tide turned.

2003, where did you go?