I’ve noticed it’s pretty hard for some people to digest the news when they hear their favorite celebrity (singer, rapper, author, actor, doesn’t matter) is gay.

They get all defensive and upset and angry like their house was just foreclosed on or something else important just happened to them personally. Reality must not actually play a part in their lives. In my book, there are bigger things to think about, to focus on for more than a minute, to talk about when I finally have the luxury of an adult conversation.

At lunch the other day, a friend of mine caused me to spit out my Arnold Palmer because she outed a celebrity mid-conversation. One who I seriously had no thought could possibly be gay. Doesn’t matter to me what he does in bed but now I think he is a REALLY good actor. And if he really is gay, I get why he hasn’t come out. Maybe he will proclaim it on the cover of PEOPLE or say it like Ellen did in a show years from now but I know Hollywood… and I know people in general. They aren’t exactly very nice. Once his image is changed… so would his career.

Anyway, I laughed at my unexpected reaction and told her about someone else in Hollywood. Using my trusted second hand knowledge of course.  I think she was particularly hurt. Like deceived. As if her brother in law was cheating on her sister with the girl at the coffee shop or something. And no I won’t share who it was. Because I don’t get all Perez Hilton on people.

That exchange made me wonder. When we aren’t friends with someone we only see on the big screen or between the covers of a supermarket weekly and we certainly can’t relate to someone living in a $20 million dollar home with a vacation home with the same price tag in a warm climate, why doesn’t it even matter? Why do we care? And why have so many people put celebrities into their hearts right next to their kids and real life friends? 

And then I realized there are two people, I’d think differently of when I listened to their music if they said they were gay.  I’d be shocked they could do a persona so much of a stretch from their songs.  I swear if anyone ever has that kinda knowledge about either of the singers in the clips below, NEVER tell me. Ever.  I don’t want to spoil my little fantasy   (See, I absolutely know I don’t know either of them and what I’ve built about them could be far from reality.)

I would be crushed  … I like them like a fat kid loves cake