Archive for the ‘The Gay Recluse’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse updates his informal but rather telling quantitative analysis of Modern Love, the weekly Style Section (of The Times) column in which openly gay writers almost never appear, and even less frequently describe a romantic relationship. This week’s piece: The Steep Price of Our Forbidden Kiss Subject: A young woman with […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides a gay alternative to this week’s Modern Love offering in The Times. (Note: For Kayla’s response, please click here.) By KAYLA RACHLIN SMALL and THE GAY RECLUSE THE rules forbade me from being within three feet of her. I knew those rules; she knew them. Sharing a drink meant […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today we received this submission from Ed, a reader in Murray Hill who writes: Dear Gay Recluse: Since you launched your competition I have kept my eye open for hot gay statues in Murray Hill, which is my neighborhood (32nd and Lexington, to be exact). […]


In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds. Mary-Kate and Ashley? Elliot and Silda? Tristan and Isolde? You decide. (Our Jonathan Livingston Seagull moment for the day.)


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/Betting the Bank The Short Version: Economically, we’re fucked. In his words: “I’m more concerned that despite the extraordinary scale of Mr. Bernanke’s action — to my knowledge, no advanced-country’s central bank has ever exposed itself to this much market risk — […]


In which The Gay Recluse would laugh at government doublespeak (and the media’s reporting of the same) if it were in a novel instead of the real world. Today Jeff Weinstein sent us the following quote from an article in The Times (of London) about the British government’s decision to reopen the asylum case of […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Gail Collins/Unwelcome Surprises The Short Version: Who knew? In her words: “Memo to future disgraced politicians: The nation has discussed this at length, and we do not want to see any more stricken spouses at the press conference. ” Score: B (Boring) We […]


In which The Gay Recluse weighs in on a “controversy.” Obviously, when we endorsed Geraldine Ferraro for president, it was with the expectation that she would hover benovolently in the past and not say unthinking things like: “If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position. And if he was a […]


In which The Gay Recluse applauds the news of uptown development. Curbed has reported that the city’s plan to rezone 125th Street — a plan we fully endorse — has passed the important hurdle of the Planning Commission, and will now move to City Council for final approval. Curbed also links to local coverage of […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Bob Herbert/Sharing the Pain The Short Version: More than ever, it sucks to be poor. In his words: “It is disgraceful that in a nation as wealthy as the United States, nearly a third of the people are poor or near-poor.” Score: D- […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today we are extremely honored to present another hot-gay-statue submission, this one a joint effort from Jeff Weinstein/Out There and John Perreault/Artopia. Jeff writes: I sent partner John to shoot Garibaldi in Washington Square Park and instead he came back with [a fuzzy shot of] […]


In which The Gay Recluse shares a fresh expression used by an older relative new to the internet. “I’m dead! That’s funny!”


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/The Face-Slap Theory The Short Version: We’re in deep shit. In his words: “The only way the Fed’s action could work is through the slap-in-the-face effect: by creating a pause in the selling frenzy, the Fed could give hysterical markets a chance […]


In which The Gay Recluse compares the Richard Wagner opera Tristan and Isolde (first performed in Munich in 1865; financed by King Ludwig II of Bavaria and now running at The Metropolitan Opera) with Loveless, the final record by My Bloody Valentine (Creation, 1991). While the music is dissonant, it’s never abrasive; it’s just another […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Nicholas Kristof/Obama and the Bigots The Short Version: We must teach people not to be such crazy losers. In his words: “Likewise, with countless people today spreading scurrilous rumors that Mr. Obama is a Muslim, the most appropriate response is a denial followed […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. On the topic of hot gay statues, one of our readers — David from Queens — writes with an important observation/challenge: Great contest, Gay Recluse. But it would be virtually impossible for our splendid nation to top the statue of Hercules and Cacus (attached) in […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Bob Herbert/Confronting the Kitchen Sink The Short Version: Why is Hillary being so mean? In his words: “Why the Clinton forces would want to inject that poisonous bit of business into the campaign is a mystery.” Score: C- (Childish) It’s hard to believe […]


In which The Gay Recluse updates his informal but rather telling quantitative analysis of Modern Love, the weekly Style Section (of The Times) column in which openly gay writers almost never appear, and even less frequently describe a romantic relationship. This week’s piece: A Signal in the Sky Said: Marry Her Subject: A goofball straight […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides an alternative to this week’s more tedious and stereotypical Modern Love offering in The Times. By Ben Karlin and The Gay Recluse THE problem was Paolo. I met him at an Italian restaurant in my neighborhood in Brooklyn, where he was a devastatingly cute waiter and I a frequent […]


In which The Gay Recluse ponders New York Magazine’s “Best of New York” Special Double Ish. Recently, through a series of startling but ultimately mundane machinations we’d rather not get into because it involves that most hideous of modern chimeras (i.e., frequent flier miles), we happened to receive in the mail (we know, gross) a […]