My Heroes Have Always Been Metros

Typically, I don't care for labels (except if they're on clothes). I've said before that labels attempting to encapsulate human characteristic are not generally inaccurate, just incomplete.

But over the past couple of years, I've increasingly been called a metrosexual.

During last year's World Cup, Chris expressed surprise I was rooting for Portugal over England. Beckham plays (or did, anyway) for England; he joked all metros stuck together.

Talking to Brian the other day, I mentioned that we bought our media furniture at Crate & Barrel. Brian scoffed a bit and followed that up with, "You are such a metro."

I had no comeback.

It's not anything I'd use to describe myself but I won't deny it, either. But it's constantly been on my mind since the other morning, but in a good way.

Looking over my activities over the past couple of months trying to retreat from it, I cannot.

I enjoy a good mani/pedi and straight razor shave. I don't feel comfortable going to bed unless I cleanse my face with astringent. I love wearing pink and seersucker. Unless I'm wearing jeans or a tuxedo, my pants with always feature a cuff. I love musicals and the theatre. The list goes on and on.

Anyway, I've been thinking about all the people (from real life or fiction) who over my childhood I've admired for one reason or another: Joe DiMaggio, Gordon Gekko, Pat Riley, Sandy Stern.

All metros.

I never had a chance.