First, a bit about the Gay White Male. He is probably the most widely recognized cross-section of the Queer community; you either love him or hate him, but he’s here to stay, and you’d better get used to it (snap). He is well-groomed, well-spoken, the best friend, gym buddy, and dance partner a girl could have. He’s passionate and often promiscuous, prone to fits of emotion and brash outbursts. He’s rapidly becoming a ubiquitous figure in Western pop culture, though many would argue that he’s beginning to suffer from overexposure, becoming a caricature, a cliché, the butt of a low-brow joke in a bar and a thousand amusing imitations across America. He is creative, driven, and lucky; he wears Prada sunglasses to dress up his True Religions. He is the pillar of the fashion industry; he saves the Galleria and the Grove from the depths of the depression. In short, he’s fabulous.

 "In our rush to the altar we've decided to tiptoe the last mile. GLBT groups in California encouraged couples to tone down their weddings... I want to see Lance Bass wake up from a drunken evening next to a stranger sporting a wedding ring."