Don’t ask Kevin Spacey if he’s gay, alright. Especially if he has his mouth full. In an interview with The Daily Beast’s Kevin Sessums, who we have a lot of time for journalism-wise, he has said that he will not reveal. No way madam! Good morning. I said good morning!
Apparently, asking him if he’s a gay is an invasion of his privacy. So we thought we’d do this little test.
Are you a man? Yes.
Are you American? Yes.
Are you an actor? Yes (this answer we will have to verify)
Are you white? Yes.
Are you currently employed by Her Majesty’s Old Vic in glittering London? Yes.
Are you gay? Do not invade my privacy.
You see! Here’s what he said in his own words, which kind of makes no sense at all to us but who are we to judge?
‘I think what we have seen in terms of gay teenagers committing suicide because of bullying is anguishing. I think young people, if they are feeling like they are confused, need to know that there are people to talk to and that there are places they can go and not feel alone. But I feel that they have just as many rights as I do to not be bullied. And I don’t understand people who say, ‘Well, this is a terrible thing that is happening to this young person whose life is being exposed,’ and then turn around and do it to another person. People have different reasons for the way they live their lives. You cannot put everyone’s reasons in the same box. It’s just a line I’ve never crossed and never will.’
Space-age clearly equates bullying with outing. When we were dollying about school in champagne suede cowboy boots and skinny jeans that fitted just so, there was really no point in outing us. Mind you, there wasn’t much point in bullying us either because we’d have no truck with that kind of thing. But bullying to us means name-calling, physical or emotional violence. We don’t think it includes the question, ‘Excuse me, are you gay?’