The designers Dolce and Gabbana have recently made repellent comments regarding non-traditional families and children conceived using in-vitro fertilization. Domenico Dolce referred to “synthetic children.” I’ve seen Dolce and Gabbana’s fabric choices, and they should be especially careful about criticizing synthetics.
Pat Robertson has advised good Christians to treat their gay children as if they were drug addicts. Who mainline shirtless selfies and house seats to On The Twentieth Century.
I’m not ashamed: I used ebay to complete my mother’s china pattern.
Aaron Schock, the Republican congressman given to homophobia, pink gingham shirts, quoting Taylor Swift lyrics and working out with Navy Seals, travels with a personal photographer. When did the words “personal photographer” replace “special assistant”, “companion” and “nephew’?
The gay son on the wonderful series Empire came out by performing a jubilant, gyrating song at a glamorous white party in front of his homophobic father. Coming out is now a social event requiring engraved invitations, massive floral arrangements and a top-flight caterer.
I recently came across some of the hate mail I received during the initial off-broadway run of The Most Fabulous Story Ever Told (there were nicer letters as well.) Most of the countless negative letters were obsessed with insisting that the Virgin Mary was not a lesbian, and with explaining, in minute detail, the concept of immaculate conception. Many of these letter-writers were proud members of an organization called the Society of Mary. None of these letter-writers had seen the play, and were responding to rumors. The only reference to the Virgin Mary in the play is this: at the top of Act II, in celebrating Christmas, a character buys a plastic statue of the Virgin. He explains that the statue speaks, but that her microchip has been replaced with Barbie’s, so the statue says, “Math is hard!”
