The Boy-Hat

Today marked the illustrious begining of Boy-Hat Season. Due to the freakish nature of weather patterns in Southern California, it has just now become necessary to wear winter apparel The Boy-Hat being my cheif winter accessory, I happily took it off the hook and wore it for the first time today. And, as usual, the Boy-Hat delivered,
For the uninitiated, the Boy-Hat is a news-boy cap I have worn throughout my undergrad years. It has gone through sevearl reincarnations, the current one in black velvet. The Boy-Hat is so named, because, well, boys love the Boy-Hat. It has been known to induce random men off to the street to comment on the adorableness of my hat. (Random, Straight men, I might add.) And today was no exception. Fat and ugly as I am, I received two male compliments on how nice my hat looked, as well as several female ones. And, as stupid as I feel recounting all of this, I must admit there's a (large) part of me that always feels smug and happy when the Boy-Hat generates these comments.
I'm not sure I want to know what this says about me. ;-)
(And, admittedly, it would be nicer if a hat was not required to solicit comments about my all-surpassing beauty from random strangers. ;-))