Queer Eye is back with a new Fab Five. Who’s excited?
I can say while I was not exactly excited when I heard the news, I was pleased and decided to give the recent episodes a shot on Netflix. For those not in the know, Queer Eye debuted as Queer Eye for the Straight Guy in 2003, with five gay gentlemen helping revamp the lives of, as the title suggests, straight dudes with tips on fashion, grooming, food, design, and culture. It lasted three seasons and the name was shortened to Queer Eye, as they started making over whoever needed assistance.
I didn’t watch a lot of the first run but I did enjoy what I saw. Anyway, they decided to bring the show back after 12 years and here we are.
Now, some would say Queer Eye is an odd choice for me, but those folks would only say so because they know, or at least assume, I am a straight dude. I am a straight dude but that hardly matters. I enjoy the show.
For one, I like the tips. I know nothing about clothing. I literally wore the same outfit (black pants, t-shirt, hoodie) for about two years. The only thing I changed from that point is the fact I now wear jeans. Now, you could say that is progress but the fact is the jeans (four pairs but I only wear three because there were some button-fly jeans in the mix and I refused because I have to have some rules when it comes to what I put on my body) were a gift from my friend/bro Sean as either a reward for the amount of weight I’ve lost over the last number of months (approximately 45-50 pounds) or because he was sick of me wearing the same clothes over and over again.
It’s also possible he was trying to help me look better in hopes of me getting potential dates. While it hasn’t helped with getting dates, I do feel somewhat more confident, even though I definitely need a new belt and some hemming.
Also, this time around there seems to be more of a drive for heartfelt moments. Of the shows I watched so far, they all took place in Georgia. As you can imagine, Georgia is not New York so other issues came up, like a heart-to-heart between an Atlanta cop and Karamo Brown, the new culture consultant, who happens to be black and gay.
That was touching, as was the chat between a religious gentleman and the formerly religious design expert, Bobby Berk. I did get a little choked up when one of the made-over gentlemen came out to his stepmom, which is entirely fine.
If you take issue with me dropping some waterworks, I’d ask that you keep your opinions to yourself as I really don’t care what you think. If that isn’t possible, and you absolutely can’t go another minute without making a comment, which I totally get as I was once young and stupid, don’t be a coward and fire something up on Facebook. Come and tell me face-to-face. I assure you, you won’t get any further ahead than if you said nothing.
I’m done now.