The masculinity of green tea

Monday night, Brandon and I decided to catch up on the two television shows we watch. We missed two episodes of Desperate Housewives and one of Grey's Anatomy while my family was in town. 

We realize this is not quality TV, but those two shows comprise the entire two hours a week we spend watching it. And for two people who consider Yahoo!Finance, Western Livestock Journal, Farm Press and MarketingSherpa their only other sources of entertainment, we don't think we're doing too bad.  

So after dinner, we were settling in on the couch, and I was setting up the laptop (we mostly watch "TV" online). 

Brandon says, "You know, my throat could really use some of that hot tea you've been drinking lately."

Me: "Okay, sounds good to me, too. What kind do you want? We have that nighttime herbal stuff you got from one of your students four years ago*, regular green tea, and some new green tea I just bought that has orange, jasmine and passion fruit."

Brandon: "Hmmm, let's go with the orange, jasmine, passion fruited one.  ...Wow, that sounds gay."

"So, are we going to watch Desperate Housewives or Grey's Anatomy first?"

Me: "Um, because that doesn't sound 'gay'?"

*Aside: Who buys "Traditional Medicinals Nighty Night Herbal Tea" for a tractor-driving, Wrangler-wearing, deer-hunting ag teacher? His idea of a "nightcap" was a glass of whiskey.