#OhBrother No. 2
The people you claim are “gay icons” are using you. For your money. Duh. I don’t care how many times Kathy Griffin makes a bear joke or refers to her friends as “her gays,” or how frequently Margaret Cho can shoehorn a fag hag reference in after a 9/11 joke. Adele never asked to be your gay icon, and I didn’t ask for her to be mine either. I don’t want her. I also don’t want Robyn to be my ambassador (oh my god, she dances by herself and still loves herself. That’s so me!). Next time you, the media, or your bullshit girlfriend who can, like, totally be naked around you, throws out “gay icon,” that person better be gay and he or she better be awesome.