What about me, Peter?
So yesterday, I have this complete meltdown after listening to the latest Moth podcast.* Then, I totally get my feelings hurt by Peter Sagal on, “Wait, Wait … Don’t Tell Me!” (He’s the guy on the left.)
Peter asked a phone-in contestant about, “…what some are calling a remarkable advance and others, the first sign of the apocalypse,” the new same-sex marriage law in New York and, kicked off the post-answer barrage of gay jokes with,
…meaning that a lot of gay people in New York City and elsewhere in the state just lost their best excuse.
Brilliant. Perfect.
Phones rang in stylish apartments and lofts across Chelsea and the West Village over the weekend with mothers saying, “Well … so … when are you gonna make an honest man out of Chad?”
Still funny. And true, though in our case it was Park Slope and Facebook messages.
Blah, blah, blah … you’re like the son I already had.
Okay Peter, we get it, but I wanna know why it couldn’t have been, “you’re like the daughter I already had?” I mean, I don’t wanna get all Rosie O’Donnell about it or anything, but you are on NPR, so I know you have lesbian friends.
I dunno. I guess I just wanted to be included in the fun.
*There’s no direct link to the particular episode, but if you get the podcast, it’s Charlene Strong.
