It's essential that we fix another oft-overlooked error that's undercut the story for decades: Gypsy is actually about a young gay man's struggle from ignored wallflower to sexy grownup muscle jock. I should know; I lived it.
"Do you two just check out guys together all of the time?"
"Dear Melanie, went to see the New York windows last night, and, OMG, met two gays! Real lives ones. Men!"
I think I'll let this one go; life might be a little too short to add this to my list of brands I'm that boycotting. Plus, I have a very non-homosexual Armani mesh tank top that's just dying for me to wear tonight.
Gay acceptance has reached new heights if 49-year-old, recently married gay men are one of Playboy's "preferred demographics."
Calling me a boy implies that I am either immature or some kind of sexual plaything, and not at the same intellectual level as a man. There's a demeaning hierarchy in motion.
Reflecting upon society's views of the humor they find in homosexuality; I wonder if this serves as an indicator of an acceptance of gays and lesbians, or if we are the butt of jokes that mask a level of uncomfortability with our growing equality.