TTYN? // The editors of Homo-Neurotic strive to be arbiters of the finer things in pop-culture (usually); so it falls to me to talk about our lower brow, guilty pleasures — though incredible, and very gay — like American Idol, RuPaul’s Drag Race, and my latest favorite reality competition show, Paris Hilton’s My New BFF.
Hilton's New BFF is Gay, Gay, Gay
Though I’ve been following this show for weeks, it never would have occurred to me to write anything about it until I saw the finale on Tuesday.
For those of you blithely unaware to Ms. Hilton’s Herculean hunt for a new BFF to replace whatever tragic mess she most recently dragged around with her, this show chronicled the search for the next lucky companion. From 1000’s of applicants she narrowed it down to about a dozen, and honestly I only caught up with it for the final six, when they were moved into their own special BFF house. These lucky finalists were forced to compete in competitions as mentally challenging as: running with luggage in high heels (Paris has a hectic travel schedule, duh!), performing on a stripper pole, spending a day in prison, designing clothes for a mini-Paris doll, roasting fellow finalists with help from Kathy Griffin, and my personal favorite, trying to elegantly get out of fancy car in a short skirt without allowing the paparazzi to get a shot of your crotch!
Throughout the show, all the competitions, video confessionals, and interaction among the potential BFF’s, one contestant won the heart of pretty much everyone, the sole gay contestant, Stephen. The twinkish blonde is a former Mormon and apparently one of the only finalists who actually lives in LA (one was voted off because she was unsure she could leave Jersey, HA!). His sincere kindness, easy grin, and *sigh* ceaseless devotion to Ms. Hilton, made everyone think (myself included) that she had truly found her next BFF. If anyone needs a sensible gay in her life it’s that’s crazy girl!