One of our Fashion Week informants reveals the hidden purpose of the industry's New York extravaganza: enabling creative homosexuals to gush, bitch, hook up, and then bitch again.

Don't you dare use my name on this one! Overheard outside a show: "So this loser walks up to you, you touch his curly hair, and the next thing you know, you're having unprotected sex." Incidentally, I've been all up down and over this Fashion Week and other than such similar comments, people have been particularly polite - quite a change from a year ago, though that might be a function of my improving seating assignments.

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