My mother watches a great deal of television. Here is what she thinks of the television she watches.
THE A-LIST — LOGO
I get it. This group of gays doesn’t “represent” the gay community. Well? Get over it…we breeders have the Real Housewives of wherever to deal with and you don’t see us complaining. We watch this stuff precisely because these people AREN’T like us—no restraining orders, no bankruptcies, and no excessive need for public humiliation.
I loved the first season and these bitches do indeed “bring it.”
Reichen and Rodiney (I checked, that’s the right spelling) are over. Reichen probably pissed Rodiney off when his en flagrante photo splashed all over the web after an on-line, shall we say hook-up? Austin and his English husband are currently back in NYC where Austin is prepping for a cover shoot for Playgirl—blech. The three self-described “bottoms”--TJ, Ryan and Derek--are up to their old tricks, gossiping and bitching, mostly about Rodiney. Logo execs weren’t satisfied enough with this bunch that they added Nyasha, the sassy, out-spoken, South African woman with a successful wig line (how shocking.) The “bottoms” refer to her as “Nausea”—clever—and are obviously angry to be losing screen time to her. Mike, the photographer and elder statesman of this bunch, has released a tshirt line with photos of himself dressed, I think, as eighties’ gay icons (he looks like Freddy Mercury,) oh, and with his name on top.
At the after-party for the tshirt launch, Austin and Derek (soon to be releasing a “Tansexual” spray tan line) get into it with Rodiney over some facebook “yer mama” crap and with his usual drunken aim, Austin misses Rodiney and whacks Nyasha on the arm.
Rule #1, Never hit a woman, Subsection A, especially an already angry black one.
Will Nyasha outwit, outplay and outlast these guys? No clue, so I’ll keep watching.