My heterosexual credentials are solid. I was in a fraternity in college. I served in the Marines. I went to war. I have, on occasion, kissed girls. I own a Rottweiler. My favorite drink is whiskey. (Which is not to say that gay/bisexual men can’t do these things, but they’re typically associated with straight men.) And yet, I love “Project Runway.” What gives?
The notion that straight men can’t watch and enjoy “Runway” because it’s about fashion and therefore “gay” needs to be blown up, and I’d like to supply the C4 and detonation cord. At my most meatheaded, I’m happy to point out that there’s plenty of eye candy to ogle on the show, from the models to host Heidi Klum to the two or three designers that I end up pulling for merely because they’re attractive and I’m extremely shallow.





