It’s not often that I get to use the term ‘codpiece’, so for that alone I guess I am grateful to Adam Lambert. Now, in his defense, from what I understand these were taken at Mardi Gras in Sydney, Australia – which is about the only place that this is acceptable attire (well, I know of some other ones, but we won’t mention them in polite company). It’s not the codpiece that I mind, as much as the total, umm, package.

There’s just too much spandex, too much body harnessing, too much (and this is the first time I have ever uttered this) glitter… And at the same time I’m strangely proud of the boy for having the balls – leather-bound and all – to do this, Mardi Gras or not.

But as a whole… no.

I’ve been given the honor of being one of the fashion reviewers for the Grammys on Kristi Gustafson’s On the Edge blog. (I love how she linked to my engagement announcement too!)

This is going to be so much more fun than competing in the Best Dressed Man of the Capital Region contest a few years ago, as this time I get to do the judging.

I’ve often told the story of how I lost out on being voted Best Dressed in High School because I refused to kow-tow to grunge. (The winner, Sean Moron – not his real name, but close enough – wore ripped flannel shirts every day in the year of Pearl Jam and Nirvana.) It was a popularity contest back then, and I’ve never been that popular, but it still stung. (Most of my classmates were as clueless as Nomi when it came to Versace.)

This time around it’s the rich and famous musicians that are getting critiqued, and with the likes of Lady Gaga and Adam Lambert roaming free, it’s going to be a fun, and hopefully bumpy, night.