Okay, I admit it. I like Project Runway. I like the clothes, I like the contestants (I totally fell in love with Daniel Vosovic during season two), I like Heidi Klum, I like Tim Gunn. Because of the rather odd airing time, my dad is sometimes forced to watch the show with me. He doesn't like Project Runway. I bet he likes Heidi Klum alright, but he expressively dislikes the show on itself ("Do we have to watch this shit again?"). I believe the show on itself isn't really the issue. It's the openly gay and eccentric males on the show that he finds rather appalling.
My father is the proud owner of what I like to call the "self-acclaimed gaydar". I don't think he has a gaydar. He, on the other hand, is absolutely convinced that he can distinguish the fruit from the so to speak vegetables.
Project Runway proved to me that I am right, but unfortunately my father is the only one I need to convince, and he happens to be resistant to my constatations. We had been watching the show together for around twenty minutes. In this timespan, he regurarly outed his disapproval.
First, he made his comments rather general.
"This designer kind, it's like, always special people." he said sighing, emphasizing the word 'special' as if it were some kind of illness that was inherent to a fashion designer.
I immediately picked up that his comments were pointing at Christian Siriano (I know, season four, damn you Belgian broadcasters, I want season five!). I think I don't need to explain why.
"Especially the one with the glasses." he continued.
-"What's wrong with him?" I asked, trying to lure his anti-gay side out of its den.
"He's just over the top. And his hair, what's up with that, you don't like that, do you?"
-"Don't be so dissapproving. You don't know him, and besides, I think he's a very funny guy. And his hair, well, I know, it's eccentric. Then again, so is he, and I don't see why his hair should not be the way it is. He wants it fierce like that."
Then it went silent. To my surprise, no word was spoken about the fact that Christian was gay. Then, five minutes before the show ended, Christian's made some stereotypical gay hand movements.
"Oh my God" my dad started, "this guy is gay, isn't it?" he said, still desperately seeking confirmation. I laughed, and then said that Christians homosexuality was something to be smelled from fifty kilometres away. I wonder what had happened if I told him that he wasn't gay. Seriously, dad, you ain't got no gaydar, a'ight?
My father is the proud owner of what I like to call the "self-acclaimed gaydar". I don't think he has a gaydar. He, on the other hand, is absolutely convinced that he can distinguish the fruit from the so to speak vegetables.
Project Runway proved to me that I am right, but unfortunately my father is the only one I need to convince, and he happens to be resistant to my constatations. We had been watching the show together for around twenty minutes. In this timespan, he regurarly outed his disapproval.
First, he made his comments rather general.
"This designer kind, it's like, always special people." he said sighing, emphasizing the word 'special' as if it were some kind of illness that was inherent to a fashion designer.
I immediately picked up that his comments were pointing at Christian Siriano (I know, season four, damn you Belgian broadcasters, I want season five!). I think I don't need to explain why.
"Especially the one with the glasses." he continued.
-"What's wrong with him?" I asked, trying to lure his anti-gay side out of its den.
"He's just over the top. And his hair, what's up with that, you don't like that, do you?"
-"Don't be so dissapproving. You don't know him, and besides, I think he's a very funny guy. And his hair, well, I know, it's eccentric. Then again, so is he, and I don't see why his hair should not be the way it is. He wants it fierce like that."
Then it went silent. To my surprise, no word was spoken about the fact that Christian was gay. Then, five minutes before the show ended, Christian's made some stereotypical gay hand movements.
"Oh my God" my dad started, "this guy is gay, isn't it?" he said, still desperately seeking confirmation. I laughed, and then said that Christians homosexuality was something to be smelled from fifty kilometres away. I wonder what had happened if I told him that he wasn't gay. Seriously, dad, you ain't got no gaydar, a'ight?
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