My Boyfriend Has Always Hated You...
... but I thought you were interesting. I had fond feelings, despite the occasionally creepy, over-rehearsed sound of your voice. It's true that I've rarely if ever made it through an entire six hours (it seems like it goes on forever, anyway) of A Prairie Home Companion on NPR, and I just can't bring myself to rent that Altman movie despite my love of Altman. It just looks boring. But I will cop to listening to Writer's Almanac when your voice is tolerable (i.e. less creepy and over-rehearsed than usual).
To me you were kind of like my prattling, somewhat boring but world-weary Great Aunt Mildred: annoying, but in a unique and occasionally interesting way.
But today, Garrison Keillor, you turned out to be more like my racist, unemployed cousin:
"The country has come to accept stereotypical gay men -- sardonic fellows with fussy hair who live in over-decorated apartments with a striped sofa and a small weird dog and who worship campy performers and go in for flamboyance now and then themselves. If they want to be accepted as couples and daddies, however, the flamboyance may have to be brought under control. Parents are supposed to stand in back and not wear chartreuse pants and black polka-dot shirts. That's for the kids. It's their show."
I love the blogosphere. Gay bloggers everywhere are gleefully linking to Keillor's wikipedia bio which dishes on his various marriages, affairs, and the half-siblings created by both. Who, I'm sure, have absolutely nothing to say about how their dad gave them plenty of spotlight time. Since, you know, he was off fucking some other lady.
And as satisfying as that is, I'm actually really angry with him for thinking something so stupid. Not for saying it, really. He can say and write what he wants. I'm just really disappointed in him for feeling the way he does. Just when you thought the world couldn't get any stupider, it up and surprises you....
To me you were kind of like my prattling, somewhat boring but world-weary Great Aunt Mildred: annoying, but in a unique and occasionally interesting way.
But today, Garrison Keillor, you turned out to be more like my racist, unemployed cousin:
"The country has come to accept stereotypical gay men -- sardonic fellows with fussy hair who live in over-decorated apartments with a striped sofa and a small weird dog and who worship campy performers and go in for flamboyance now and then themselves. If they want to be accepted as couples and daddies, however, the flamboyance may have to be brought under control. Parents are supposed to stand in back and not wear chartreuse pants and black polka-dot shirts. That's for the kids. It's their show."
I love the blogosphere. Gay bloggers everywhere are gleefully linking to Keillor's wikipedia bio which dishes on his various marriages, affairs, and the half-siblings created by both. Who, I'm sure, have absolutely nothing to say about how their dad gave them plenty of spotlight time. Since, you know, he was off fucking some other lady.
And as satisfying as that is, I'm actually really angry with him for thinking something so stupid. Not for saying it, really. He can say and write what he wants. I'm just really disappointed in him for feeling the way he does. Just when you thought the world couldn't get any stupider, it up and surprises you....
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I knew there was a reason I never listened to that show...
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