Ah, that old debate. As sexuality becomes more and more fluid and jeans become tighter and tighter, it’s hard out there for a gay to discern a plain old, common, douchebag hipster from a boy-humping, mustache-riding, disco-dancing, Streisand-listening friend of Dorothy. In reality, the only thing truly separating one from the other is a few too many PBRs and a dimly-lit bar. However, for sartorial’s sake, let’s do a quick rundown of 10 articles these two groups share in and out of irony.
Once the sole realm of the common lesbian, the gays have adopted this practical top as their own. Hipsters have been lumberjacking in their plaid for ages so it’s merely a question of cut and sleeve length. A zhuzhed sleeve almost always spells out queer, but proceed with caution as I’ve been attracted to my fair share of similarly-attired dykes and T-girls.