Ever had someone you didn’t really like, but could never put your finger on why? Some ill-defined, inchoate notion that they weren’t all that nice, even if they’d never done anything you could think of to make you feel that way? And then they do something horrible, and suddenly you pat yourself on the back for being such a fantastic judge of character?
So it is with me and Rupert Everett. I remember seeing him on some talk show or another promoting “My Best Friend’s Wedding,” and while the cast was falling over itself to come off as a bunch of totally awesome, charming people who loved each other, I thought he seemed like kind of a jerk. This is from memory, so I could be completely wrong, but I distinctly recall him telling this story about sending a critic who didn’t like one of his performances a pile of his pubic hair. (I’m writing from my office computer right now, and I flatly refuse to Google this with any of the search terms that might yield confirmation.) His cast mates all laughed with riotous glee at his insouciant rakishness, but I thought he kind of sounded like a dick. Plus he was hanging around Madonna during her insufferable fake-British-accent phase, and that hardly endeared him to me.
But nothing to hang a hat on, so I filed him under “celebrity I don’t really like much, but don’t hate outright.” Since many famous people seem vaguely awful, he had a lot of company.
Today I am strangely grateful for the clarity he has given me, and can now happily file him under “celebrities I despise.” Behold:
Gay British actor Rupert Everett is raising eyebrows with recent comments he made about gay parenting.
The star of films like “Shakespeare In Love” and “My Best Friend’s Wedding” told the Sunday Times Magazine that he “can’t think of anything worse than being brought up by two gay dads… Some people might not agree with that. Fine! That’s just my opinion.”
I have several thoughts inresponse to this. First of all, I really hope he’s not mau-maued into offering some kind of ersatz mea culpa. He said what he meant, and I feel no need to hear him apologize for it in the near future. The dude is free to have his opinion.
I am, in turn, free to think he should go sit on a large pine cone. (An opinion I suspect I share with numerous members of the British military.)
Just because the man is gay doesn’t give his opinion any more legitimacy than anyone else’s. No doubt there are plenty of same-sex marriage/parenting opponents who would cackle with delight about this, and gesture toward it to say “See, even a gay guy thinks it’s a bad idea.” Whatever. If I can’t be bothered to care what James Dobson thinks of my parenting (and the man at least has a doctorate in child development from USC), I don’t see why I should care any more about the opinion of a man who played the foppish Prince of Wales in “The Madness of King George.”
Would one assume that gay people are less likely to make stupid blanket statements about other gay people? Sure. But there are schmucks everywhere, plenty of whom are gay. My son knows I think he’s the most precious thing on the planet, and frankly his opinion is the only one I care about anyhow.