Looking

Looking is a TV show that revolves around Patrick Murray and his two best friends. It hit me on a personal level, reminded me of my younger self, when this body was still full of lust and possibilities. The idea of being in a relationship that feels like the universe itself give you her blessing; that kind of love, and back to the show, it all came down to choosing between Kevin or Richie.

There was this debate between me and a friend about who was better for Patrick. My friend was all for Kevin; the company’s director, caucasian, financially secure. But I rooted for Richie; a Mexican hairdresser, living paycheck to paycheck, seemingly out of Patrick’s league. Richie’s efforts never seemed to be enough. And maybe that’s the saddest part, that life is easier when you're easy on the eye. A man in a suit gets more acceptance than one in jeans and a T-shirt. I guess everyone’s chasing that fairy tale ending, the kind where unicorns shit rainbows. But the truth remains; the world is cruel to men — and even more crueller to poor men.