So what?
What does this have to do with this discussion? The only way sexuality is involved is that word he used a slur against a specific sexuality. You could rewrite the whole discussion and replace the word he used with a racial/gender/other slur and all that would change is which groups took issue and which claimed they were over reacting.
Would you post something similar in a thread pitting the NAACP or NOW in a similar situation?
I believe you are, thus far, the only poster in this thread who has indicated that they are queer who, like the OP, finds GLAAD’s actions more worthy of condemnation than Mr. Ratner’s. It had been a fairly robust assumption until now.
“Next! Good evening, sir, coach or first class?”
“Coach”
“Window or aisle seat?”
“Oh, window, please, if you have them.”
“Gay or straight?”
“Well, I’m…wait, what…?”
“Just kidding, sir, having a little fun…”
“Oh! Well, I don’t think…”
“…its perfectly obvious that you are gay.”
“…its really appropriate to…wait, what did you just say?”
“Vegetarian or full menu?”
“Oh, uh, full menu I guess.”
“Here’s your ticket and boarding pass, have a nice flight and a wonderful day!”
“Oh. Well, thank you…”
“Your welcome, sir! Next!”
And, yes, miller, I do tend to make the leap from “chances are they are straight” to straight-up assuming they are when people criticize gay rights organizations grounds this flimsy. Call me crazy: perhaps its where I am or who I hand out with but I tend to assume most gay people are not inclined to immediately leap to sympathize with people who call us names.
Oh, no, I think I’ve been served. Well, you seem to know your way around this place. Who else have I inadvertently assumed is straight based on simple odds and what they said? Was I being heteronormative when I assumed “magellan01” is?
I don’t actually see many people sympathizing with Ratner. The consensus seems to be that he’s a over-grown frat guy douchebag. Thinking that GLAAD is over-reacting does not automatically equate with thinking that what Ratner did was okey-dokey.
Funny. When I was about twelve, I noticed that if my folks were playing Johnny Mathis and drinking martinis, it was a real good time to ask if I could go to the movies. Gross monster movie double feature, skip the liver and brocolli, have a burger and fries instead? Sure, kid, here you go, have a good time.