For the record, I’m not one of Kathy Griffin’s gays. I’m my own gay, my husband’s gay and your gay, dear reader; but Griffin I can take or leave, so I’m not getting her initials tattooed on my butt.
I appreciate Kathy’s status as one of our staunchest straight allies (though honestly, would she have a career without us?), and she can’t go very long without saying something bitchy that will make me laugh.
On the other hand, she seems to have a very limited number of subjects for her celebrity slander, and I get tired of her smug, self-satisfied poses after every joke that gets any kind of laugh.