I finally endured about 15 minutes of “The A-List,” a truly wretched new reality show about callow gay Mahattanites. Stepin Fetchit eating a watermelon outside a fried chicken shack would only be a tad less offensive.
If I lived in Kansas and popular entertainment provided my only exposure to gays, I’d hate us, too. Yet most in the expanding acronym community remain unmoved.
The Petty Queer Establishment may not be directly involved in the production of such images, but they routinely commend them.
“It is with great pride that GLAAD honors MTV with our highest mark of excellence in recognition of the network’s commitment to fair and accurate representation of the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community,” said GLAAD president Jarrett Barrios in a statement (July 2010).
MTV — home to many a gay caricature in its years on the air — and Logo are owned by Viacom, also responsible for spreading more vapid consumerism than should be legally permissable. Either the PQE doesn’t realize the damage caused by such shallow stereotypes, or they’ve completely sold out. Bet on the latter.
Why else would they celebrate the achievements of the chief propaganidst of the anti-gay movement?
Don’t waste your time being offended because some asshole actor you’ve never heard of called some other actor you’ve never heard of a fag. Get mad about this shit and ask why organizations that are supposed to champion equality so often undermine the cause.
And if, by chance, you recognize any of the “characters” from “The A-List,” find some new friends. Or see a therapist. Probably both.