Randomness ahead:
While looking around at pictures of New Orleans, a new internet wart sprouted at the bottom of the page. For a moment, the implications were stunning. After the automatic 'UGH' response, I thought...get a good deal if you're gay? I don't know if that's what it really is, but what if a travel firm offered a goat-humper discount for two-way fare from Middleofnowherestan to Wales? Trips to China for Mexican illegal immigrants? There'd probably be some sort of disgruntled response.
The people in the picture. Are they all gay? Partially gay? Is the guy on the left the other two's gay or non-gay adopted son? Like, from left to right, level 19 gay, level 78 gay and level 84 gay? Do I want to know why they're smiling? Are they just being gay for the picture or are they all non-gay buddies taking a break from their wives, about to kill sharks with their bare hands and merely happened to get caught by a Travelocity paparazzi? What the heck is going on here? It seems silly that if anything is offered specifically to a majority demographic, it's unfair. But throw a minority demographic a bone, and you're striving to be more tolerant in today's society (it's a worn argument, but true).
But isn't using 'fantabulous' sort of talking down to gay people? I'm always disgusted on some level whenever a lady grabs a dog by both cheeks, puckers her lips, and blows babytalk down the poor beast's nose while the whites of its eyes reveal themselves in a worried search for escape. Isn't this sort of the same thing? Not all queers are complete fags, but I guess Travelocity thinks all gay people must say 'phantabulith' at some point in their lives, so why not use it in advertising? Also, is there a sexual innuendo in 'find the end of the rainbow' or do I just have an overactive imagination?
To conclude these incoherent thoughts, I'm almost tempted to, if I knew I wouldn't just get laughed at on the other end, to call up Travelocity and ask for great heterosexual travel brochures, or if a guy who leaned the following way could arrange to wedge himself into a seat between hot vacationing lesbians (I could forward that info to over half of my Canadian buddies).
While looking around at pictures of New Orleans, a new internet wart sprouted at the bottom of the page. For a moment, the implications were stunning. After the automatic 'UGH' response, I thought...get a good deal if you're gay? I don't know if that's what it really is, but what if a travel firm offered a goat-humper discount for two-way fare from Middleofnowherestan to Wales? Trips to China for Mexican illegal immigrants? There'd probably be some sort of disgruntled response.
The people in the picture. Are they all gay? Partially gay? Is the guy on the left the other two's gay or non-gay adopted son? Like, from left to right, level 19 gay, level 78 gay and level 84 gay? Do I want to know why they're smiling? Are they just being gay for the picture or are they all non-gay buddies taking a break from their wives, about to kill sharks with their bare hands and merely happened to get caught by a Travelocity paparazzi? What the heck is going on here? It seems silly that if anything is offered specifically to a majority demographic, it's unfair. But throw a minority demographic a bone, and you're striving to be more tolerant in today's society (it's a worn argument, but true).
But isn't using 'fantabulous' sort of talking down to gay people? I'm always disgusted on some level whenever a lady grabs a dog by both cheeks, puckers her lips, and blows babytalk down the poor beast's nose while the whites of its eyes reveal themselves in a worried search for escape. Isn't this sort of the same thing? Not all queers are complete fags, but I guess Travelocity thinks all gay people must say 'phantabulith' at some point in their lives, so why not use it in advertising? Also, is there a sexual innuendo in 'find the end of the rainbow' or do I just have an overactive imagination?
To conclude these incoherent thoughts, I'm almost tempted to, if I knew I wouldn't just get laughed at on the other end, to call up Travelocity and ask for great heterosexual travel brochures, or if a guy who leaned the following way could arrange to wedge himself into a seat between hot vacationing lesbians (I could forward that info to over half of my Canadian buddies).
