While I know metrosexuals have been and gone, I didn’t realise they had been “replaced” by… pansexuals.
Take your average husband, make him listen to a few show tunes, stick enough sequins on him to rival a Kerri-Anne Kennerley Logies frock, cover him in thick layers of make-up and teach him to do high kicks, and what have you got? A pansexual. Or to be more precise, a straight man trapped in a gay man’s stereotype - and their numbers are growing.
What’s a show tune meant to be? No, don’t enlighten me… ignorance is bliss in this case. :)
