It’s an old story, but I once had dinner with, among others, Elizabeth Taylor. The excruciating conversation eventually found its way toward AIDS. I soon found out she didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. Not even the faintest. So I wasn’t all that surprised by her interview with Larry King last night. Her little dog-thingy was perched between her and the suspendered reptile asking the hard questions. Here is a Hollywood classic about Herb Ritts, the photographer who recently died of AIDS:
KING: What got you into the perfume business? That was a beautiful spot, by the way. He died much too young, of AIDS. TAYLOR: Oh, God. That was so beautiful, wasn’t it? KING: It was AIDS, wasn’t it? I mean everyone… TAYLOR: It was pneumonia. KING: OK, pneumonia.
There you go, Liz. Raising awareness and countering stigma as always. What would we do without you?
P.S.: If Larry King and Elizabeth Taylor can get married ad infinitum, why can’t gays get married even once? Answers on a postcard, please.
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