I haven’t met anyone in D.C. living like The Real Housewives of D.C., and I don’t know any gays in Manhattan like the ones depicted in The A-List. And I haven’t watched either show but both look nauseating at first glance. Maybe it’s due to my liking of hairy people that keeps me from meeting any actual housewives in DC, or excessively shaven and groomed people in NYC. For that I am thankful.

The A-List is a lot like SasquatchMaybe I could put my vast social network to good use for casting a show we could call Real Gays Who Benefit Society or Otherwise Produce Good Things. It probably wouldn’t get a long run on Logo or Bravo, but it would expose gaylings to more positive examples of homo life. Here is a possible casting call of actual gay people I know:

  • a ginger marine biologist who has discovered several new reef species
  • an international development worker who helps Afghan farmers diversify their crops away from poppy (heroin) production
  • a 3-D digital artist whose futurist visions appear on the covers of Discover and Popular Mechanics magazines
  • an engineer who fixes bridges!
  • a veterinarian who saves puppies!

My point is that there are interesting and enriching gays out there who have positive stories to tell. I could go on and on like Richard does, but he gets the point across better than I do, and I have another point to make.

I used to hear a lot about what The Gay refer to as “The ‘A’ List” something that strikes me as a phenomenon similar to an urban Sasquatch – it’s out there for real and it’s not. It exists because those who think they’re in it think it exists, and those who think it exists give it credit by talking and thinking about it. I’m sure there’s some sort of way of philosophy that describes this way of thinking (please help out if you know the word or way), but basically if you think it exists it does, and if you’re not worried about it, the A-List doesn’t matter to you. You create your own world around you, and if you’re worried you’re not in the A-List crowd you’re going to make yourself sad over something that other people don’t think about very much.

So, my little gaylings, learn from Grampaw Jimbo and do what you want to do, do what you enjoy doing, or do something you’re good at doing. Don’t worry about what other people think of you, or about imaginary things like status, flipping houses or burning your batch of K on the stovetop. Life may be less fabulous off the A-List, but there sure is a hell of a lot less drama. And life isn’t like Logo and doesn’t have to be all about drama.


  1. Mel says:

    I’m fine with as little drama as possible. We may not be pretty and/or rich enough for the fancy gays to invite us to their soirées, but I’m fine with hanging with our lesbian friends, eating poutine and peach cobbler and drinking good beer.

  2. Blobby says:

    I don’t think any of those housewives live IN DC. what’s up w/that?

  3. Kevin M says:

    The closest I can come up with, from the dim back corners of my academic mind (circa 1982ish) is “phenomenology”. In a rough sense, it takes things we normally consider subjective (perception) and attempts to create objective ways to study them – in a sense, calling those perceptions into being so that they can be studied.