TV loves presenting relationships between straight women and gay men in a certain, stereotypical light. But what’s it like in real life?
The same, at least for this guy on Reddit, who got sick and tired of his female friend asking him to be “a good gay friend” – meaning fashion advice, mall shopping, and celebrity gossip.
“Why do women treat us like pets?”, the guy begins his rant, and explains why he had to “break up” with his best friend.
I used to have a female friend. Used to. We had a huge fight and we won’t be speaking again.
She was my best friend ever since we started school back in 2000. We got along from the moment we met until I came out. The second after I came out to her, our relationship completely changed.
All of the sudden, I wasn’t helping her with homework, or staying up late to calm her when she was hysterical, or going to her with parties because she couldn’t get a date, or driving her to another city to see her sick grandfather.
Oh no. After that, I was only good for shoe shopping, going to the hairdresser, talking about nail polish shades, or if I wanted to join a cheer-leading squad (I don’t).
Listen lady, the fact that I’m a homosexual doesn’t change who I am, my personality, my tastes, or whether now I have the power to tell you if x shoes go with y belt.
Let’s go to the mall and parade like the shops belong to us!
Lady, I have a job. I don’t have time to go window shopping for hours (and not buy anything at the end of the day)
Can you believe what x celebrity just did?
Lady, I don’t care for (celebrity) gossip. I don’t care what’s on page 56 of Cosmo. And I definitely don’t care if Mickey just broke up with Sue!
Do you think that guy is into me or into you?
Lady… ugh. No comment.
Which dress should I wear if I want to get laid?
Lady, I’ve never been into fashion. What makes you think that I know about this?
We got into an argument because I brought up all this (and many more things) and I wanted to know why she changed so much. And do you know what she said?
That I wasn’t being a good gay friend to her.
A gay friend.
So all of the sudden I wasn’t me anymore. I was just a bloody stereotype!