Recently, because of my Facebook link to Jezebel, I came across this article about actor and model Lauren Hutton and some of her views.

One thing immediately leaped out of the article at me (and Jezebel, evidently):

A lot of the time, fashion is angry. It’s fucked up motherfuckers. Guys pissed off that they’re not women. But that’s why you have to use fashion to do what you want—and not be bossed around by it.”

This jumped out at me because it echoes something that I, myself, have thought for quite some time, and I figure this article is a good platform for launching a discussion of it.

For me, it started when I was watching a television show about women’s obsession with beauty, their constant battle with their weight, and so on.

At one point, they asked some prominent fashion designer (I forget who) why they used such skinny and unrealistic women as runway models.

His reply was that the clothes hung best on women like that.

In other words, supermodels look like that because fashion designers, largely gay men, want women who most closely resemble a clothing rack.

All that dieting and purging and anorexia throughout the world just because a bunch of angry fags would rather change how women look to fit the clothes than the other way around.

And that just floors me. I can’t properly describe how angry that makes me. Billions of women all over the world hating themselves because they don’t look like supermodels who only look like that because a bunch of bitchy fags vent their hatred of women via fashion.

So I think that Hutton hits the nail on the head, honestly. I think that for at least three generations, the world of fashion has been dominated by gay men who hate women and therefore really enjoy judging them harshly and destroying their self-image and making them humiliate and torture themselves just to win the tiniest bit of approval from this cabal of misogynists.

I would not say that these are “men pissed off that they are not women”. That is true in a way, but might mislead people into thinking these men literally want to be women in the transsexual sense.

Instead, I would say that these male fashionistas are virulently and venomously jealous of women.
After all, women get the ninety percent of men that we homosexuals do not. Women are free to be pretty and silly and shallow and sensitive and all kinds of other things that a gay man might desperately want for himself but knows that he could never truly have.

Many gay men would love to be able to draw the kind of attention from men that a good looking woman can get. When you are a beautiful woman, men flatter you, they buy you drinks, they wine and dine you, they give you expensive gifts, they even marry you and “take you away” to a much better lifestyle.

And the knowledge that this can never happen to them, I think, turns some gay men into bitter, vicious shrews who are eager to punish, punish, punish women for having what they could never have.

And it is not just the fags at the top of the fashion industry who are in on this battle of the bitchiest. The entire fashion industry, as Lauren Hutton points out, is full of these sorts of gay men. They channel their hatred of women into brutal judgments of every tiny little flaw, perceived or real, of how a woman looks to them.

And it’s not just fashion, either. The entire celebrity gossip industry is also ruled by bitter, angry homos who, if they can’t have what women have, will settle for cutting people who are more powerful and popular than them to pieces with their words and their disdain.

It is all very, very sick, and very, very wrong, and it is a side to gay culture which is repellent to me and which I refuse to simply accept.

Luckily, I think it is on its way out. I think two main factors will bring about its death :

One, the rise of mainstream acceptance of gay men, expressed ultimately in the movement towards gay marriage, will do a great deal to diffuse a lot of the anger and bitterness in the gay community as a whole. As more and more gay men come out of the closet and join the global gay community, the sense of being an isolated and persecuted minority shut out of society will dissipate, and with that, the impetus behind this kind of bitterness will diminish.

The other factor is that, as the global gay community grows, it broadens, and that means that by sheer numbers alone, a gay man has a better chance of meeting Mister Right than ever before.

There is also a much great chance of, at least on the Internet, finding the exactly little subculture that fits your particular sexuality, and finding at least some acceptance there.

So this vein of poisonous envy will be all tapped out in the future. But while it still exists, I will remain its implacable enemy.

As a gay man, I cannot help but feel connected somehow to these toxic prima donnas, and I think we could, as a community, do the world an enormous favour by unearthing this nastiness, airing it out for all the world to see for what a horrid, petty, nasty thing it is, and publicly denounce it wherever it dares to rear its ugly, ugly head.

I think that, at the very least, we owe it to ourselves to distance ourselves from such low and filthy sentiments that only drag us all down and push us further away from the light.

But more than that, I think we owe it to the countless women who have suffered horribly as a direct result of our misplaced and judgmental wrath.

We need to collectively relax, put our claws away, give up on hate, and see what we can do to repair the damage we have done.

Don’t get me started on the Catholic Church.