Fear and Self-Loathing for the Queer Eye

My deep enjoyment of Vincent D'Onofrio's crazy making detective on Law and Order: Criminal Intent means that I'm beholden to the Bravo and USA Networks. Daily reruns and weekend marathons own me so I spend more than a little time with each channel. Over the last several weeks my Bravo time has been less and less pleasurable because every other commercial seems to be for "Queer Eye: The Wedding Season." Apparently the "fab five" queer ones need to help straight couples figure out how to get married fabulously. Or something.

I should be neither surprised or newly offended by this since most of the previous seasons of Queer Eye revolved around proposals or wedding anniversaries, but still I am. How very little do you have to think of yourself and your queer brothers and sisters to dedicate months to helping straight people get hitched in a year where many states not only rejected gay marriage but also tried to take away any semblance of legal contracts and standings that may have given gay couples some of the legal benefits of marriage (see Kentucky and Virginia). I'm thinking you have to hate yourself and the rest of us a lot.

Maybe not. Maybe the Queer Eye boys just don't care. Maybe they aren't interested in getting married so they could give a shit that gay and lesbian couples have to jump through hoops to try and legally protect themselves and even then there are no guarantees. Maybe they don't care that states and communities think so little of gay cops that even after 23 years of service a lesbian officer on her deathbed can't get pension benefits for her partner. Yeah, maybe that's it, Queer Eyes just don't care about Queer Lives.

I'm used to being hated or thought less of by "compassionate conservatives" but when other gay people are rubbing shit in that's when I start getting militant. So to the Fab Five, go fuck yourselves. Fabulously of course.