Anderson Cooper came out of the closet. Who gives a shit, you ask? The LA Times apparently does.
The fact that no one was surprised that Cooper is gay, but that everyone was still fascinated by his acknowledgement, shows that the personal politics behind coming out have perhaps gotten less painful but certainly no less complicated. In this case, Cooper’s outing has highlighted the politics behind acknowledging one’s sexual identity and the people who pressure stars to do so. It also raises questions about how much the expectations of neutrality in journalism might collide with personal identity.
For the record, I’m not “fascinated by the acknowledgment.” I actually don’t give a rat’s ass.
I care about whether or not he’s a good journalist.
I care about whether he’s informed and objective.
I care about his journalistic integrity.
What I don’t care about is whom he chooses to love. This is just not on my radar, and by pushing it to the forefront of everyone’s thought, the media is actually hindering normalcy!
WOW! LOOK! ANDERSON COOPER IS GAY! WHAT A HUGE, COURAGEOUS, AWESOME STEP!! EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW!!!
Being gay doesn’t make him a better or worse journalist.
It doesn’t make him a better or worse human being.
By all accounts, many people already knew. I certainly wasn’t surprised by the announcement, but frankly, I didn’t give it much thought. It just doesn’t bloody matter to me whether or not Anderson Cooper goes home to a guy or a girl after work. But the media touts it like some huge revelation.
You know when we will have all reached equality? When people stop treating it as a big deal. And that won’t happen until the media stops having a collective orgasm every damn time a celebrity comes out of the closet.
It. Just. Doesn’t. Matter.
There are bigger things going on in the world.
You know… unrest in Syria, the European fiscal crisis…
So start focusing on that and stop masturbating about who is plugging whom in the arse at night.