I'm tempted to draw parallels between this story and three recent issues of orientation and race:
- Michael Richards goes off on a racist rant
- Mel Gibson has a drunken anti-semitic outburst
- Neil Patrick Harris comes out of the closet
In the case of Mr. Harris, why on earth would we care who he's having sex with? When I was a kid and my cultural tastes were somewhat less baked, I liked him in Doogie Howser, M.D. I think he's grown into a versatile actor with good timing and a solid future. Beyond that, as long as he isn't holding up liquor stores and carjacking grandmas, I simply don't care what he does on his own time - and neither should anyone else.
Someday, we'll move past the point where the "who a person sleeps with" question matters to us as little as what he/she drinks for breakfast in the morning. In my case, it's orange juice, and I expect you care about that as little as you care about who I sleep with.
Your turn: Thoughts?