Reality Showdown

While at lunch with my boss this afternoon, the subject of television came up in our conversation. I use the term "our" loosely because it's really a one-sided conversation with him doing all the talking and me imagining what sex with Anderson Cooper would be like. When I was able to get a word in, I mentioned how I enjoyed that show "Who Wants to be a Superhero." I blogged about this a while back, so people know how much I was into comic books and superheroes. Read all about it here on the July 10 entry. I really want Fat Mama to win!

I was immediately chided for not being a proper queer for not watching the only gay reality show that matters, Project Runway. My boss is really into Project Runway, but I missed the first two episodes so I don't want to watch any of it until I see them. If I'd seen it from the beginning, then I'd be watching it. But I didn't, so I'm not. So there.

What the fuck was that comment he made about me not being a proper queer? If being a proper queer means trying to fit a size 34 ass into a pair of size 32 jeans and wearing a polo shirt with the collar flipped up while sporting a faux-hawk that doesn't look right on me because I'm a 47 year old queen who tans so much that even Donatella Versace would tell me that I'm going overboard, then I think I'll stick to being the odd gay out and watching my dinky superhero reality show.