Weird thing in the elevator, yesterday. A bunch of employees were in there, all of us reading on our respective devices (as we do), and with us were a couple who were apparently visiting. I could tell that they were visitors because they weren’t wearing geek badges, weren’t reading, and were going to the reception floor. So, visitors, natch.
One of the coworkers, also on this elevator, is a terribly elegant man, with a strong sense of line and form. I only know him by sight, but I always admire his style: clean, simple, rather refined. Yesterday, he was fairly typically turned out in slim black trousers, a long sweater, and very shiny shoes. After he got off of the elevator, though, the visitors began speculating on his sexuality in fairly vulgar terms.
The shock that rippled through the other riders was visible. I know I looked up, gaping, and I saw several others twitch. I tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t reflect poorly on my company, because I couldn’t very well yell, “are you tripping?!” at a stranger, but wow. Just wow. Really?
I just don’t get it. Unless one of the visitors was looking to score a date with my coworker, why would he care about the other man’s orientation, and what the fuck does that have to do with his sartorial choices, anyway? Which are, I am going to reiterate, impeccable.