A direct quote from Ryan after painting our table a nice shade of blue (it was in need of an update): “There is absolutely nothing manly about this apartment. It’s like you live here with your gay friend. It’s like we’re Will and Grace.”

I don’t get it. There is absolutely no pink and nothing floral in our apartment. What does he want me to do? Hang a deer head and a gun rack?

Now you be the judge. Is this clock I’ve been eyeing too girly?