Yellow tomato gazpacho with herb croutons
Some would argue that it’s a teensy bit early in the tomato season for gazpacho. Lo, and I would say unto them: at least it’s never too late to complain about old news.
I mean, why-for all the hubub about this Gannon/Guckert dude’s day job as a "gay prostitute"? Big whoop, so he’s gay. The real news is that a fake reporter/partisan hack is implicated in both the Valerie Plame thing and Tom Daschle’s losing senate race, but all anyone cares about is that he’s a homo? Jesus H Christ!
Media–and I do not disinclude the "reality-based" bloggers (or at least the people who leave comments on their blogs; even the supposedly gay ones seem to be just as homophobic as the next fucktard)–sure do love to revel all titillational whenever they get to append the prefix "gay" to some shifty criminal. "Gay" adds an extra-crispy layer of scandal. Kinky! Perverse! Illegal!
What chaps my hide is, whenever a situation departs even slightly from the heterosexual white male European default model, i.e. "the norm," the Establishment perceives the difference as deviant. The patriarchal mandate is that the difference be identified and emphasized, and preferably overstated and mocked.
"Mocked?" you ask. Well, check this out: in Dripping Springs, Texas, in the year 2005, the high school has two teams.
Lady Tigers. Fighting Tigers.
Of course, Mr T could take’em all in a barfight.