Many adults encourage boys to eat well and heartily, without necessarily urging girls to do the same. Others say these differences are established in childhood. All such theories are sketchy, inchoate and highly speculative, and they aren't helped by the fact that men and women have broadly similar nutritional requirements even if men do need more calories. Yale University's David Katz told Salon that "Men and women have differences in physiology which might have to do with access to different kinds of food." That is, cavemen once ate the meat from the hunt while the cavewomen made do with plants and berries. Many people predictably leap towards evolution to find the basis for these differences. When chefs and restaurateurs put salads and steaks on their menus, they expect more women to order the former and men the latter, and on the whole, the customers comply. If some men did not derive a kind of manly self-affirmation from eating meat, or some women feel that nibbling on a piece of chocolate is a sinful indulgence, such tropes would never have arisen. "I'll admit I've tried quiche," confesses our hero, but "I'm way too hungry to settle for chick food": instead he eats a burger the size of a discus.
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(This is, of course, an indelicate and old-fashioned simplification of gayness, but bear with him.) TV adverts for food consistently feminise or masculinise specific products. Like Bruno, Doonan essentially equates gay food with girly food, and straight with blokey. Quinn bewilderingly tells him that such excess must be forbidden "if in fact you are doing it because that's part of a homosexual lifestyle". Bruno asks whether, once cured, he'll still be able to have brunch or "eat very, very chocolatey stuff all the time". Reading that section, I was reminded of the moment Sacha Baron Cohen's Bruno character meets pastor Quinn from Little Rock, Arkansas, who counts praying away the gay among his compassionate duties. But like all stereotypes, it may contain some truth. The stereotyping is well written and pretty funny, if a touch crass. As delicious as a burrito is, it is basically just a cross between a turd and a penis." While sushi is swishy, Mexican food is unbelievably macho. Sushi chefs are basically taking sloppy bits of fish and magically reworking them into exquisite bonbons. The design of the average ikura gunkan maki or hirame nigiri is, if you look at it objectively, really quite extraordinary. Sushi may well be the gayest food on earth. "Straight foods are basic and uncontrived," he writes. Doonan's text is more of an arch and witty discourse on aspects of gay and straight life, written in a gossipy, frivolous and ultimately rather lovable style. His title alludes, of course, to the mid-noughties bestseller French Women Don't Get Fat, which did more to raise awareness of the French paradox among the general public than any book before it. Doonan is less famous here than he is in the States: he's a Reading-born, highly successful window dresser for Barneys, a style columnist for the New York Post and elsewhere, and is married to the designer Jonathan Adler. Simon Doonan has just written a new book called Gay Men Don't Get Fat.