It's really simple. Birth control gets in the way of mind control. The more babies that are born, the more people they potentially have at their disposal to keep them in power (and in money). That's all they want.
Once again, my feeling about this and other novelty acts like this is how is it different from any of the other mainstream crap that musically sounds exactly like this? 95% of the popular music we hear is something cooked up cheap in a basement somewhere like crack.
What about these tweets is "queening out"? They seem pretty tame to me. But of course maybe I'm not reading in between the lines enough. I guess I'm supposed to imagine that while he's typing, he's jumping up and down, lisping, and gelling his hair with gaygaygayohmyGodI'mAndersonCooperandI'msogay excitement.
Personally, I'm more irritated with Brian's post than the boys themselves, who can be whomever they want and do whatever they want to do. Also, there are so, so, so, so, so many "fabulous" gay male role models for teens to emulate, admire, etc. Gay men being fabulous in television, print, and film is practically an iconic brand. These boys are not gay trailblazers by any stretch of the imagination so the suggestion that there are all these gay teens out there (particularly given that--I'm beating a dead horse here--not all gay teens are white or privileged nor aspire to be white or privileged) who secretly want to be socialites is more than a little insulting.
I absolutely worship you for this comment. Thank you so much. This is totally how I have felt everyday of my life since I came out as a teenager, who was gay though shockingly, not white, rich, or easily categorized, though often marginalized.
You really are my hero for this. You articulated everything I was thinking as I sat here rolling my eyes and seething with rage about the tone of this and so many of Brian's posts around the subject of gay sexuality. Homosexual doesn't have to mean homogenous.
Other secrets: we are all white, we are all the blog version of Queer As Folk, we are not complicated, we are not even really human. We are only one endless drunken, cackling laugh at a Sunday brunch in Hell's Kitchen and nothing else. AT. ALL.