The super bomb of the Super Bowl was the blatantly homophobic Snickers ad that aired in the first quarter of the game. It began with two homely male mechanics fixing a car while under the hood. One plucks a Snickers bar out of his pocket and starts to devour it while his friend longingly watches. Unable to constrain himself, the friend chomps on the other side of the bar until the two meet in the middle of the candy bar and inadvertently kiss.
One of the revolted mechanics acknowledges that a same-sex smooch has occurred, which touches off a histrionic horrorfest.
"Quick, do something manly," exclaims one of the buffoons. Without hesitation, they undo their shirts and rip a large patch of hair off their chests, while screaming in proper repentance for their sins.
This retrograde 30-second clip shows that Mars, Inc. executives are living on another planet and that there are more nuts in their boardroom than in the candy bar. The vile ad was a low blow that went for a cheap laugh at the expense of a minority. The candy company should immediately apologize or at least pull the offending ad before it infects more minds with mindless stereotypes.
How in God's name did the suits at Mars find this crass garbage suitable for public consumption? In front of millions of people, including vulnerable gay youth, the company sent the divisive message that gay people are unmanly. It takes a lot to offend me, and I realize laughter helps break down barriers and can lead to real dialogue. The problem here is that people were laughing at us, not with us. In terms of raw obscenity, this was a Janet Jackson moment for the GLBT community that should provoke shock and outrage. It is not 1978. This is 2007, and such potty-humored portrayals are out of bounds. (To see a comprehensive history of gay ads, visit CommercialCloset.com.)
Last week, Senator Joseph Biden subverted his long-shot presidential bid when he clumsily referred to Senator Barack Obama as "clean" and "articulate." On Sunday, an article in The New York Times discussed how African Americans are rightfully annoyed when white people act surprised when they are eloquent speakers and refer to them as "articulate."
"How many flukes simply constitute reality?" asked Reginald Hudlin, president of entertainment for Black Entertainment Television.
As a gay man who was formerly a second-team all-city basketball player, I am equally annoyed at blanket portrayals of homosexuality as unmanly. We have seen many brave gay service-members die in America's wars. We have witnessed examples of tough professional athletes, such as baseball player Billy Bean and NFL lineman Esera Tuaolo. We have honored heroes like Mark Bingham, who helped keep terrorists from slamming hijacked Flight 93 into the nation's capital. To paraphrase Hudlin, how many flukes will it take before GLBT people are recognized for their bravery and, yes, manliness.
Even braver, of course, are effeminate gay men, masculine lesbians, and transgender Americans who have the courage to step each day into a hostile world created by such ads. The problem is, the typecasts portrayed by our culture have made life very difficult for those who do not fit into societal "norms."
Finally, aren't straight men tired of having their masculinity tied to moronic behavior? Do they really want to be seen as brawny, brainless, backwoods bumpkins? The message sent by companies who make degrading ads, like Mars, Inc., is that to be tough, one has to be a troglodyte. In one broad brushstroke, Mars managed to insult gay people for not being macho, while painting masculinity as a quite undesirable trait.
Mars should go back to producing cavities in teeth rather than ads that produce brain rot that dehumanizes GLBT people and portrays straight men as a step below chimpanzees. If Snickers really satisfies, as their ads claim, they will take this disgraceful dung off the air and discard it like a used candy wrapper.
Wayne Besen writes the syndicated column "Anything But Straight."
Exactly seven years ago this week, I wrote a column decrying a proposal by city engineers to turn the Overton Park Greensward into an 18-foot-deep "detention basin" designed to stop flooding in Midtown. The engineers claimed we'd hardly notice the football-field-sized bowl. "Except," I wrote then, "when it rains hard, at which time, users of Overton Park would probably notice a large, 18-foot-deep lake in the Greensward. Or afterward, a large, muddy, trash-filled depression."