Yesterday I went costume shopping at Evab on St. Laurent. I will be dressing as a Jewish American Princess after all, a persona I can't bear to "kill" (re: Pat Kinsella's idea that all costumes should be dead versions of the character).
There were these two Gold's Gym types who were trying on stuff like cowboy hats and getting uncomfortably at how "stupid" they looked. In the end, they decided to dress like pimps. These are the last guys who should be dressing like pimps. I mean, these guys probably drink nightly at Datey McRapey's.
I took private glee when one pointed to a boa and said: hey pass over a fedora. It will be really cool if we wear feather fedoras around our necks.