1134 Apes, and a Gay Impersonator

[Later edit - minor grammar correction. Ignore.]

Ya gotta read http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/ the_dilbert_blog/2007/02/disturbing_deve.html. Funny, and right on. We have hit a technological wall!

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I walked out to the kitchen, where the TV was still tuned to channel 45 CW. An old rerun of Will and Grace was on. I never cared for that show because I find the outrageous stereotyping annoying (Jack, the black-haired broad, and Grace - but Will is ok). I happened to see Jack clasp his hands and turn down the corners of his mouth as he waggled his head, and a light bulb went on in my head.

There's a certain woman in Mensa whom I can't be around for more than an hour or two. She actually has a good heart, wouldn't hurt anyone, a very nice incredibly inconsistent overly emotional drama queen playing for attention and sympathy. (She's the one who insisted on sitting in the smoking section of the hotel lobby in New Orleans and then yelled at people for smoking near her, telling us a story about how at work one day some people had gone outside for a cigarette and when they came back in the smoke on their clothing literally caused her to faint, to fall on the floor, later at dinner she insisted that the casino provide a private dining room because her allergy to the smoke would be dangerous, and then spent the rest of the evening happily playing the slots in the main casino, where the smoke was so thick it burned my eyes and made me sneeze and I had to leave. Yeah, her. That one. The one I want to shake some sense into. The one who feeds her cats by putting the opened can on the floor, without even stirring it, because she doesn't want to have to wash any dishes or utensils, and doesn't think about cut kitty tongues. Her.)

Well, anyway, when I saw Jack simpering, overdoing it, I suddenly realized (having just been with her at dinner Thursday evening) that ALL of her mannerisms are EXACTLY like Jack's. Her extreme facial expressions, hand motions, shoulder and chin movements, are exactly the stereotypical mannerisms of a gay guy trying too hard to be what he thinks is femininely cutesy-poo!

I never noticed that before.

I was fascinated, and actually watched the stupid show. Jack is she! She is Jack! (Except that she's a lot bigger, tends to mix plaids, and slumps a lot.) Maybe she could get a job as a female impersonator impersonator.
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