I was asked to write a little piece and was kind of hesitant, but hey I’m a tough macho guy, even if Project Runway on Bravo is one of those guilty pleasures.

Now I must admit that if it wasn’t for one of my roommates I never would have known that such a show existed. I’d still be watching WWE wrestling and reruns of the Simpsons I’ve seen 255 times apiece round the clock. But, I’m an adventurous guy so I’ll watch something even if it is about clothes. Several weeks later I’ve found myself yelling at the TV as I would during a Patriots game about which person’s design “are so whatever” even on nights when my roommate wasn’t there. I knew I had a problem when I watched the show without her. I would have to quickly flip on whatever sports were on during the commercials so I could replenish my manliness levels. Fortunately I didn’t flip on ESPN’s figure skating coverage or I may have commented on how much I loved the costume design. What was happening to me?

Luckily as most embarrassing things go you get used to what you do and are able to accept it. Then it doesn’t seem too bad. I mean I’ve even found some people who also watch the show outside of my household. Hopefully we don’t turn into some knitting circle stitch n’ bitch session where we get together and gabbidy gab about the finer nuances of the show. I guess there are worse things I could be doing that would make me less of a tough guy, so it can’t be that bad, right? Nah, everyone’s got something up their sleeve when it comes to ridiculous television programming. It doesn’t change who you are.

I’m comfortable with who I’ve become since I started watching the show. A guy who watches wrestling, cartoons, and every random sporting event, plus a little guilty pleasure that just happens to incorporate fashion and reality TV into one fabulous time. Auf Wiedersehen.