IS GIRL-WATCHING THE HARDEST JOB IN NEW YORK THIS SUMMER?

The biggest job in New York during the summer? Checking out the women! You're walking down a crowded street, or entering a busy store, or climbing out of a packed subway station, and flooding toward you will be hundreds of women, each of whom expects to be checked out.

You guys definitely need to give a special moment or two of attention to each lady. 'Cause she's worked hard to find just the right little stretchy top, the right little clingy skirt, the right little strappy sandals. And you gay guys need to check out the chicks, too-- only instead of fretting like the straight boys about how far you can go in expressing your lust for all the delicious-looking babe-flesh walking around, you're probably more gonna be admiring the thought that went into each woman's choice of proportion, cut, and accessories; which is cool, since women dig that respect. And let's face it, you other women definitely need to be in a steady state of checking girls out, too, so you can stay on top of any micro-developments of summer style and, unless you're some kind of well-adjusted superperson, keep your self-image in line with the competition.

And don't worry if your attention to one hottie happens to distract you from the next one on the event horizon. Hottie #2 does expect your lingering glance when she's maybe five or six feet away (though she'll pretend she doesn't!), but if you happen to be occupied she'll immediately give you another chance-- when, say, her beautifully naked arm floats up to give a casual-though-sexy flip to a few strands of her beautifully cut hair, gently raising, in the process, a beautifully formed breast that is barely covered by a beautifully sheer fabric.

It's work to be there for all these women-- and your brain might register 632 of them on your way to a club, on a Saturday night. But what work could be nicer? Once you're in the club, of course, forget about it. You might as well be in a salt mine!