Last night I watched my second episode of Bravo's Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and I have to admit that I adore the show. In fact, I commented that "gays are the best" aloud. And if recent "buzz," as measured by Entertainment Weekly's "Hot List" and TV Guide blurbs, is to be believed, I'm not the only one.

What's not to love, America? A group of gay men, the most innocuous and non-threatening of put-upon minorities (except perhaps Koreans,) flits about, poking fun at the mainstream and generally proving their lifestyle to be a big, superficial party. "We are family! I got all my sisters and me!"

At some point this morning, blammo! Brainstorm, people. The image of a black-faced vaudevillian popped into my head. He was dancing and singing and cracking jokes about watermelons and chicken as though he didn't have a care in the world. He seemed so carefree and innocent. Almost childlike.

It was from that image that I birthed the idea for Negro Eye for the White Guy: First, you find five adorable Negroes. It's tough for most regular folks to tell them apart, I know, so you differentiate them based on certain Negro-specific specialties. For example, one could be a great dancer. One might be a good singer. Another could be a terrific athlete. Um. Then you find two more things that Negroes are good at.

Next, you unleash this unlikely crew on a white guy, and let them "advise" him on how to do things! Talk about wacky! Negroes giving a white fella advice! The world turned upside down, and the belly laughs come fast and furious!

Analogcabin @ 3:08 PM
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