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The Gayest Gay Sweater of All

March 31, 2015

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The Gayest Gay Sweater of All

The stink of bullshittery clinging to the so-called “gay sweater” first enters the nostrils upon reading that it traces its origins back to “a lighthearted conversation” at an Ottawa workplace.

For one thing, there’s a local bylaw dating back to the Dewar era forbidding “lighthearted conversations” in offices in and around Canada’s national capital. (Ottawa’s unofficial motto? “If you’re looking for fun, go to Hull.”)

And let’s get serious: Employees at any enterprise dubbing itself “the Canadian Centre of Gender and Diversity” would certainly be incapable of carrying on a “lighthearted conversation” anyhow.

Especially when you consider what they were supposedly chatting about ever so casually:

Every single day, you hear, ‘That’s so gay,’ and you bite your tongue and you ruminate. A bunch of us were thinking, ‘Why don’t we make a gay sweater?’”

It’s news to me that people who “work” at places with “Gender” and/or “Diversity” in their names ever “bite their tongue” whenever anyone within earshot utters one of this week’s dozens of forbidden words.

“If a Down Syndrome advocacy group wanted people to stop saying “retard,” how would a hat “bedazzled” with the clipped toenails of mongoloid children serve as an effective pedagogical tool?”

More likely, a scowling, tattooed, pink-haired harridan draws herself up to her full weight and informs the offender that their “inappropriate,” “problematic” word usage has rendered her “uncomfortable” and “unsafe.”

And then there’s the Evel Knievel-worthy water-cooler conversational leap from “lighthearted” faux outrage and self-congratulatory stoicism to… knitting and clothing design?

The resulting “gay sweater,” having since evolved from moronic concept to unavoidable reality, is now being widely touted, absurdly and arrogantly, as “the world’s first and only gay object.”

Funny how, despite my raging heterosexuality and lack of a university degree in “studies” of any kind, I’m somehow able to effortlessly think up any number of items far more deserving of that dubious title, from your average homoerotic Grecian urn to the warehouse-worth of gewgaws bearing Liberace’s piano-shaped signature.

(Gay writer “The Guyliner” agrees with me, although he nominates “double butt plugs.”)

Nope, what makes this sweater superlatively “gay” is that it “was crafted from 20-pounds of hair” harvested from “hundreds of LGBT Canadians.”

And despite the date stamped on this column, no, I’m not trying to squeeze in an early April Fool’s Day gag. Give me credit: I’d be able to think of something way funnier than that.

Set aside if you can the sheer Ed Gein-level ghoulishness of such an object, and its apparently accidental evocation of (debunked) Nazi lampshades and (authentic) piles of shoes.

Overlook the inconvenient fact that the textile artist who helped make the sweater “donated 14 inches of her own hair”; with that much to spare, she couldn’t possibly be a lesbian and therefore I declare this “gay object” to be contaminated with impure hetero cooties.

Ignore the glaringly obvious: that this sweater is so unspeakably hideous that no gay man would ever wear it.

The real trouble is, the “gay sweater” doesn’t, symbolically speaking, scan.

Compared to the French surrealist objets it most resembles, the “gay sweater” is entirely devoid of Meret Oppenhiem’s whimsical (if one-joke) wit.

Even as a work of ham-fisted didactic propaganda, it makes “The Dinner Party” look like a masterwork of subtlety.

I’ll allow, reluctantly, that two of the things most likely to be derided as “’gay’-as-in-‘boring/inept’” are unfortunate hairstyles and unattractive clothing. Still, not even a sweater made of hair immediately and indelibly conveys its makers’ “educational” message, does it?

If a Down Syndrome advocacy group wanted people to stop saying “retard,” how would a hat “bedazzled” with the clipped toenails of mongoloid children serve as an effective pedagogical tool? How precisely would a touring exhibition of necklaces strung with African-American teeth hasten the extinction of the word “nigger”?

Because as I’m sure you had already guessed, the “gay sweater” is the centerpiece of “a project aimed at addressing homophobia and transphobia in schools and communities” blah blah soooooo sleeeepppyyyyy zzzzzzzz…

It’s obvious to everyone except these eat-your-spinach-or-else bores that they are the real “bullies,” but few dare to challenge them, lest they too be wished into the cornfield of unemployment and verbal abuse.

So for now, the cowardly and the gullible will accept this social conditioning (see what I did there?) and don a literal hair shirt to atone for their imaginary sins against Big Gay, Inc.

I should apply for a Canada Council Grant (because you can’t tell me tax dollars weren’t harmed in the making of this stupid sweater) for a campaign of my own:

To finally “reclaim” the perfectly good word “gay” from the homo-colonialists who stole it from us, dammit, and raped the innocent fun right out of it.

After that, we retake the rainbow.

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