With the wife and daughter sick, we didn't visit relatives for Thanksgiving. With a ham in the oven, I flaked out and watched the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy marathon on Bravo. This probably counts as observing metrosexuals in an ineffective and irresponsible, nay feckless, manner. As for the anomie of Internet chat rooms, this is as close as I get, and I can't see anything supplanting euphemism and double-entendre, except maybe on Fridays.