I just noticed that Robin Roberts “came out” as gay, garnering congratulations from Ellen DeGeneres, Michelle Obama, and numerous other luminaries. Those who know me, and those who follow this blog, have probably figured out that sexual preference-based bigotry is a subject that really sticks in my craw–as hate goes, it’s both lame and lazy: picking on people for whom they love. She has my congratulations!
So, that leaves only one question: WHO THE HELL IS ROBIN ROBERTS? If I have to google her, is she really a celebrity of such monumental height that her sexual preference deserves a prominent place in my news aggregator? (She’s apparently the star of some TV show called “Gma”–is that a turkish word? Onomatopoeia? Maybe I should get more than channels 2-13 on the magic box?)
It occurs to me that our age is one in which we have more celebrities than regular folks, and I don’t know who any of them is. Except Jennifer Aniston–I read about her in line at the grocery store all of the time–she’s getting pregnant all the time and has been for years, and must have a dozen kids by now.
Got to go. Those damned kids are playing in my compost pile again.