All a girl wants . . . is a man whose cosmetics don’t outnumber hers on the shelf.
The other night at a mamak stall, a metrosexual heterosexual friend (politically correct labels seem to be increasing at the same pace as the price of diesel, it seems) unabashedly announced that he was very into products that “smoothen the skin and even out skin tone”, as well as the occasional visit to the spa.
