also from The Tourists:

"the talk reminded me of why i'd never joined a fraternity, and smugly resented the friends of mine who had - the backslapping, the rough embraces, the constant cock-talking, the intense drinking that led to tears and hugs and "i love ya, dude's," and the sitting around the common room in boxer shorts, legs intertwined - it all seemed more homoerotic than anything you'd see in an abercrombie & fitch catalog and with a thicker veneer of hypocrisy."