I guess when you're a straight man in a red pleather miniskirt and a fitted t-shirt that says "puppy love" with a picture of sad-eyed puppies on it, you're not worrying that much about how classy you are.Further evidence might include but not be limited to:
- your wearing a cheap long blonde wig, crooked
- your being both the bartender and entirely wasted
- your running around the room, grabbing women in pairs, and essentially forcing them to dance with you for a few seconds before you ditch them for the next pair
- your persistence in calling these women "ladies"