I can’t help musing about Paul Watson’s tacky but amusing take on the Seven Network’s newest “reality” TV show Playing it Straight, featuring Darwin barmaid Rebecca Olds trying to pick straight potential suitors from gay ones for a purse of $200,000.
I won’t be watching this garbage, just as I don’t watch any of the other crappy “reality” shows, but I can’t help wondering. Given the amount of money at risk, why didn’t Rebecca give her suspect “gaydar” the flick and just fuck all the contestants? That should have been a pretty foolproof way of picking the poofs. If she didn’t (given that the show was pre-recorded months ago and she’s back working at The Vic), then she deserved to lose. I realise it’s possible for gays to fake it to an extent, but surely if Rebecca had any nouse at all she should have been able to focus the blokes’ minds on the reality of the job at hand, and disrupted whatever fantasy about Brad Pitt (or whoever) the poofs were imagining to keep it hard.
And speaking of the inherently strange nature of sex, I love this post by Gummo Trotsky.