Gay and Horrible

I'm not too sure what to think of the Heinz commercial that was pulled off the air because it showed two men kissing and their kids. I mean, I'm not sure what the humor was supposed to be with the whole calling one of the two dads 'mom' because it just seems to reinforce (hetero)sexist stereotypes, but there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that I'm fucking tired of hearing gay kisses are "inappropriate for children" and most of all I'm tired of American meddling in other English-speaking countries' affairs. The ad was going to run in England and in England only and so frankly Bill O'Reilley doesn't get to say what he wants or doesn't want to see because aside of all other issues, this is not his fucking country. There are times where I believe it would be appropriate but this is not one of them. No one is being hurt by the ad, and let other countries decide what their moral standards are going to be on gay stuff.

On a much more joyful note, this morning we have lots of Behind the Scenes pictures of Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog that have been released and that just rocks. :) It especially makes me happy to see the three Whedon brothers. And Whedon with super long sleeves. And Whedon with his cowboy hat. And Nathan being Nathan. Basically tons of happy in that album. :D

In spite of little thing you said

Small moments of heterosexism...

In a poster store, while my best friend and I were talking to the store owner (we've known him since grade 7, it's crazy)... we were talking about how French Canadians have a different word for girlfriend than we do (they say "ma blonde") and wondering if they use that expression in the masculine at all ("mon blond"). The owner turns to me (supposedly the Canadian expert now) and asks what they ask me, when they ask if I have a boyfriend. I remind him I live in the English-speaking part of Canada.

This morning I found myself shopping for a bit and remembered I need a new pair of guy jeans. I like their cut, more relaxed and comfortable and I really like wearing them now and again and being a little butchy. Anyway. I find a pair of pants, try them on, then go to pay for them. The cashier points out they also have boxer briefs on sale, and when I express interest, she goes, "so what size is your man?". I tell her it's for myself.

A friend lent me The Psychology of Joss Whedon and I've just started reading it. The first article is by an evolutionary psychologist talking about why we love Mal, and the author writes "In the case of the human male, it's reasonable to design in an aesthetic appeal for a large number of sexually willing, very fertile young women (Malamuth 19)." I was already not convinced by her argument in the beginning of her article; I was finding incredibly essentialist and ethnocentric, but she's finished losing me there. Thank goodness, humans from all walks of life constantly prove there is more to life, attraction and love than finding a good mating partner. I don't think I'm a fan of evolutionary psychology.


People ask why gay and bisexual people have to come out. It's because otherwise, we just don't exist.