The Oscars are about to begin, and Mrs Pete is watching the red-carpet build up as we speak. I, on the other hand, am preparing a roast dinner. The spuds have just gone in (with Dick Cheney's face rubbed off), and no I didn't ask who they were wearing. But the buzz in Hollywood is all about Brokeback Mountain, the 'Gay Cowboy Movie', which, predictably, has been causing controversy among certain Christian Homophobic Americans. Word is that there's a fairly vocal crowd on Hollywood Boulevard protesting the film, because of course nobody believes cowboys could possibly be gay. It's ridiculous. Funny thing is, in Britain if you walk around wearing a cowboy hat, people just assume you are gay. Over here, people do actually wear them - you see quite a few on Walmart shoppers, funny enough - and nobody thinks anything of it. To the protestors, I think they feel that associating homosexuality with cowboys attacks the macho image of rural America. That's the America whose trucks have to be massive, who swig beer while huntin' quail with big rifles, who vote in cretinous smirking idiots to govern the rest of us. And I will bet that those same people vociferously protesting the film have, like the anti-cartoon, anti-Danish protesters across the Muslim world, have never even seen Brokeback Mountain. I gotta say though, I don't care who wins any of the Oscars. Pete is sadly indifferent. If Star Wars was up, maybe I'd get more excited. For Mrs Pete, on the other hand, this is like the World Cup - she absolutely loves it! It has just kicked off, with host Jon Stewart delivering his opening banter (and a funny montage proving that most cowboy movies have been fairly gay). Faces litter the crowd, old, young and just new, if you know what I mean. Anyway I gotta go; I only have a minute and a half to write this blog entry...
the only gay on the ranch
6.3.06 01:12
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