Hatred and bigotry for 400, Alex.

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One of my LJ friends yachay linked to a blog post from the weekend which is just.... OY! The poster is from Canada, and her profile says she's an artist. In this case, An Artist Formerly Known As Tolerant. Beneath a screenshot of a Jeopardy! contestant and a Wikipedia link about the rampant proliferation of same-sex marriage in the Western World, she says this:

I like watching Jeopardy. It is a light, all-round quiz show. The contestants are usually ordinary people, teachers, businessmen, housewives, who tell us brief biographies about themselves prompted by the unrufflable host Alex Trebek.

One of the contestants last night said something with "my husband" in his commentary. This contestant happens to be a man. It threw us all for a loop. Trebeck (sic) (or possibly suc) didn't (couldn't) react, since there is no time to ask detailed questions, and to do so would be "homophobic" in our brave new modern world. The TV crew couldn't bleep it out since, like Trebek, they have to be as PC as possible. The audience, like me, was given unsolicited information about a controversial social arrangement during a normally pleasant evening show.

This creepy guy, and his movement, won hands down with no contest. I ended up turning off the TV.

I was really disturbed. We now live in a world where homosexuals will accost you with their aggressively upfront "my husband" and "my wife" information, unsolicited and disconcerting. What do you say when a man talks to you about "my husband" and a woman about "my wife"?

I don't know, ma'am. Maybe ask where they met him/her, how they fell in love, how happy they are together, how much of a family they have? You know- things that civilised people talk to each other about in casual conversation.

The Heroine of our piece then closed by telling of how she is now shunning "a neighbor with a cute French bulldog" (I guess she has no gaydar, huh) since finding out that he writes for an online gay magazine. Yeah- that'll show him.

Comments are disabled on her piece, but I suspect she's been hearing from an offended reader or thousand.

The Mister Husband in question won that game, and apparently last night's as well, although Emily isn't sure if  he'll be on the show tonight.  Yes, she recognised him from the creepy picture posted by the blogger (she even remembered a specific question he got wrong), but the whole "husband" thing sailed right past her. To her, and her generation, and to her mom and me at least, that's normal. And that's what the 'phobes fear the most; that someday they're just going to be left all alone, choking on their own hate-filled vomit, with nobody left to listen to them anymore.

Yet as I told the Friend who originally tipped me to this, I do try to be respectful. If I find this woman trolling around this journal, I shall henceforth refer to the spouses of my male gay friends as being their "Santorum-dripping life partners." Just to be polite.