Nothing can quite describe the feeling a gal gets when she has taken extra care to feel and look fun and feminine (while avoiding the skank look) by going out and buying a new blouse that she feels expresses herself, but then one day when she is perusing StarTracks on people.com, like many people are apt to do when they have done absolutely everything else they needed and could possibly think of doing plus a lot of things that matter and will probably change the world for the better, yes, after those things are done she looks at celebrities on the internet and discovers that her fancy feminine clothes can also be worn by men. Particularly celebrity men like Ashton Kutcher.
Flattered? Insulted? Pukey? Curious? Insecure? Does he fill it out better? Disgusted? Happy? Bothered? Soulmate? Kindred spirits? A mistake? Does he know those are flowers? Are they flowers or abstract warthogs? Identity crisis? Sweaty? What the?
Nope. Nothing can quite describe it.