FauxMo, cont'd.

Due to the compromising of my immune system on New Year's Eve, I've been sick for the last few days. Brave lil' toaster than I am, I even tried to go into work on Tuesday. I left after 4 hours of staring at the screen. Today I finally felt well enough to return to work. And it was the most glorious, 80 degree weather you've ever seen. I even came home for lunch just to soak up the sun a little more. Life in Southern California may be superficial and shallow at times, but it's weather like this that reminds me someone up there likes us. At least they like me. Sorry, I just like to brag on days like this. It makes the Midwesterners jealous.

Speaking of superficial and shallow, I've been back and forthing with a good friend about the content of last Friday's post. He felt I was a little harsh on the gay boys by making it seem like I thought we're mostly vain and self-absorbed. While I think that goes on, that wasn't my intent. So, for those who have read it, I wonder what your feedback is on this. (If you haven't read it, you obviously aren't a regular reader of HomoMojo - they were kind enough to link to it in their "Best of Gay Blogging" this past Sunday.) Anyhow, my buddy - let's call him Mr. McBoingBoing because I like that nickname - did raise some good points. For the record, MMBB is not gay, nor is he a FauxMo. In fact, I wouldn't say he's a Metro. I would say he's a FagStag - one of those rare but awesome straight guys who enjoys the company of gays.

He likens the current Queer Eye-ificiation of America to the birth of Rock'n'Roll, when many kids stopped caring about the color of the skin of their favorite singer. In many instances, straight guys can get facials (no snickering, boys!) and admit it without being looked at funny at the workplace. In a sense, by blurring the lines, we're showing straights how many varieties homos come in. And with, that I can't argue. But we certainly know that pioneers like Little Richard found that of all people, Pat Boone could cover his work and make it more "palatable" (aka less "Black") for radio formats and take it to greater financial success. To be far, history shows us that Pat's "Tutti Frutti" sucks, but at the time it outdid the original on the charts. And Mr. Boone failed to make a hit out of "Long Tall Sally" because audiences preferred the real deal. But you get my point. If all we're going to known for is makeovers, is that really progress?

And for that, dear readers, I'm really hoping for feedback. Use those comments and use them well. I'd love to generate some discussion on an issue McBoingBoing and I have been chewing until our fingers bled all over the keyboard. Plus, it'll make me sure that people are still reading and not just looking nude pictures of Jude Law.

-J.

This post was sponsored by the Faux The Love of God! Committee.