I guess the real goal of the gay movement should be that we all have a right to be anything we like, from the president of the United States to a vapid shell of a person who thinks Paris Hilton is too self-serious.

With that in mind, do check out The Real Houseboys of West Hollywood, which you just may find hilarious. Aside from its clever title (that should have been reserved for a porn flick), I'm not sure what to make of it other than to point out that I can't relate to people who tolerate Paris Hilton, so I'm not exactly first in line to watch Webisodes featuring two guys who worship the Spice Girls, among others.

If the idea is to be as annoying as the casts of characters on Bravo's various Real shows, I'd say they've done a Real good job. Hopefully, the guys are dramatically caricaturing themselves.

Where are all those whiny Bruno critics who felt Sacha Baron Cohen was dealing in stereotypes when you need them?

P.S. I went to see the rather boring and talky and one-trick pony Humpday this weekend, which was as gimmicky as Open Water, and overheard some 30s/40s/50s gay men behind me grousing about Bruno's unforgivable clichés. I held back from turning around and saying, "Yeah, like gay men sitting in an arthouse theater discussing how offended they are?"