The week before I flew to Paris to raise a glass to my friend banker Andre Gan’s birthday aboard an airplane, my palangga, interior designer and architect Jonathan Matti, was marking his own milestone as he celebrated his golden birth anniversary.
It’s all happened to us before. We give a close heterosexual male friend personal grooming advice, pointing out his big bushy eyebrows with hair stands running amok, exuding all the charm of Oscar the Grouch, and suggesting he might want to consider a new look. Yet in spite of all our good intentions, he accuses us of trying to turn him gay.
