I'm from a rural suburban area with farms about 5 minutes down the road. And I dated a girl that lived in New York City for a couple of months and she worked in fashion. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I went down to the city to go to one of her events and I was horrified. I actually told her I can't be here I don't feel comfortable. I was surrounded by gays and homosexuals and deviance everywhere she didn't quite understand why I felt uncomfortable. I was like I can't touch a countertop and not feel like I'm getting covered in male corruption. She didn't take me to anything fashion oriented until towards the end of our relationship. We had booked a weekend to Montreal the week after and I did go to that. That was fun but I was done. Her lifestyle was her lifestyle and I didn't want it whatsoever. Dang, the point of this was I've never seen so many pressy guys dressed to the nine and just acting like fucking little feminine homos in my life in that place. Why a girl would subject herself to that abuse is beyond me. They're were like catty men from 90210 that TV show.