Annoying, trivial GAY GOSSIP from the same kind of lame, non-celeb D-listers that have infected the hetero world.
Who the fuck is Michael Sam? He's a mildly talented football player, 24, drafted by the crappy Rams. He's no star and not likely to amount to much. But as "the first openly gay football player" in the NFL, this was a big deal. He kissed his mousy white boyfriend the moment he got the good news, and that photo was published everywhere. Will anyone let him just disappear and go about his career? No. Real equality would be to stop fussing over him.
Fussing over gays is now a full time obsession in the media. With so many gay cliques in the media, and so many people happily outing themselves (including Neil Patrick Harris and the creep from "Big Bang Theory"), it seems that being gay is now as good as being a Kardashian, in terms of getting disproportionate attention.
So here comes hopelessly unimportant D-lister Johnny Weir, who was just an Olympic ice skater, and should have faded into obscurity the same as Elizabeth Manley. Except the un-Manley Ms. Weir has made a point of being the Sports world's Liberace, and he's found that TMZ and the London Daily Fail and all the rest...are happily following him around to see what he wears and who he scratches, or who scratches him...
If this was a straight couple, would anyone print this drivel?
Here's the "damage" done:
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This shit should be in Blueboy or Cocksucker or Time Out or whatever the gays want to read. It's of no interest to anyone else but...the media is full of gay editors and gay publishers (hello, Jann Wenner) and Internet news sites are so sick that they count the number of comments...outraged and disgusted though they might be...as proof that people are reading. So they'll antagonize readers even more, and then shriek to their advertisers, "Look at all the comments we get!"
Sick, sick, sick...
Researchers are keeping timelines on idiotic shit such as Queer Weir's lovelife. Wouldn't you like to know that a reporter is keeping tabs on Monsanto, or Karl Rove, or the number of rip-off charities that make telemarketer calls for "Breast Cancer" and keep 98% of the money for their own operating costs? Where's the expose on that stuff? No...we get...
Lastly, it shouldn't be a surprise that the louder, more gaudy, and more obnoxious the celebrity...the more likely it is that she, or now HE, will be mincing around in a full length FUR COAT, self-absorbed (literally) and heedless of animal abuse and suffering:
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