I once saw on one of those old tabloid shows a segment about people who earn a living talking dirty to men over the phone. One was a male Marine. He affected a phony female voice and his male customers didnt know the difference. The Marine was straight, he did it just for the money.
One night in a seedy biker bar, I heard, clear as day, Patsy Cline singing “Crazy”.
I quickly made my way toward the sound, only to find a short, fat, bald, baby-faced man crooning into a karaoke microphone.
Talk about cognitive dissonance.