Long Island Gay

I coined the term "Long Island Gay" to describe a common phenomenon in New York City. Let me explain.

Jewish men from Long Island who grew up with some money are often raised by glamorous, exceedingly feminine, doting mothers. These mothers then pass on many of these qualities to their sons, who grow up slightly metro, very brand-conscious, and just a bit effeminate.

The last part is the tricky one, as it can manifest in various ways -- some more acceptable than others. At best, he'll be impeccably dressed with a cool sense of style and polished appearance thanks to regular manscaping and haircuts that cost more than your jeans.

But at worst, he might be a label whore who wears Prada shield sunglasses, forgoes actual workouts because in his mind he looks like Rambo, and is so over-confident thanks to a high school nose job that he thinks he's the best thing since sliced challah. But not so much.

Somewhere in the middle are perfectly nice guys, who might just spend a little too much time with mom or their dermatologist to be considered a man's man. They're good looking guys who might just go a little too far with the hair gel. They're sensitive guys who might need to pop one of your Midol every now and then. Is that something you can deal with?