I Wonder If He's A Queer?

Someone on the local radio message board wants to know if the local tv weatherman is gay. All I want to know is if he’s accurate; I don’t want to sleep with him.

What’s the fascination with someone’s, uh, personal life? I knew a guy who decorated windows in some big Boston department store. In his small town, he went around looking like Klinger from M*A*S*H and it never bothered anyone. He went his way, lived his life; the rest of us did likewise, but in our own style.

Someone else on the board said he’s a public figure and “we can and should” ask these questions. Not so sure about that. Our media has turned itself into a prying eye, fed by the “oh, tsk tsk” of a voyeuristic society who covers its eyes while spreading its fingers just enough to take a peek at the scandal.

When was the last time (in hours?) you spread some juicy gossip about a neighbor or co-worker that nobody needed to know? That you had no right to mention? That you “just had to tell someone” and “don’t repeat this”? It’s going to be repeated as fast as you did when someone said the same thing to you.

So if he’s gay, does that change the forecast? Nah. If he gets married, does that affect the institution? No; Elvis characters in Vegas are worse, people pulling into the Little White Wedding Chapel in the back seat of a taxi -- those affect the institution. Not gays (unless they get married by Elvis, or in the back of a taxi at the Wedding Chapel).