By now you've surely heard Thomas Roberts' flimsy explanation for why he's stepping into Andy Cohen's wisely vacated shoes to host the Miss Universe pageant in Russia. (And which is worse, Putin's dangerously anti-gay laws or accepting a paycheck from Donald Trump?)
James St. James dissected this misguided move beautifully. Now see if you can spot the exact moment when the World of Wonder scribe made me do a spit-take!
St. James writes:
Roberts says: "I choose to offer my support of the LGBT community in Russia by going to Moscow and hosting this event as a journalist, an anchor and a man who happens to be gay.”
HUH? How does that work again? As a gay man you are going to go to Russia to… teach ‘em a lesson? Are you also going to eat Barilla pasta with Maggie Gallagher? Will that help change the world? I think I’ve lost all respect for Thomas Roberts. He’s like a scab laborer who crosses the picket line to work. He’s like Stevie Wonder playing in Sun City. He’s like Hilary Swank singing Happy Birthday to Chechnyan dictator Ramzan Kadyrov. He’s like Sandy Duncan replacing Valerie Harper on Valerie’s Family. (Anybody? Anybody?). As a gay man, you need to stand tall, and just say no. I will not be watching the Miss Universe pageant this year. I’ll wait for Andy to be back next year, when they should have it in P-Town or Fire Island. Or WeHo. Or SOMEWHERE gay-friendly. After all, we’re the only ones who watch.Love you, James!