You know, even though there’s still ice and slush and wintry nastiness all over the place, the sun is shining today, and if you close your eyes, you can just about feel the the thaw. Not in the weather, silly, just in the catty bitchfight between yours truly here at Philebrity and fading reality television homogre Jay McCarroll. (Yes, we just made that sniglet up; it’s “homo” plus “ogre.” See what we did there?) Now, to be fair, we have been utterly merciless in our treatment of McCarroll, partially because of his outsize sense of his own relevance, partially because he’s a total bitch in person, and partially because, well, not to be all third grade about it, we sense that we are more like each other than perhaps either side would like to admit. If we may pass along a compliment, what’s nice about Jay is that we’ve always sensed he was in on this. And since we’ve beaten this whole meme into the ground anyway, we should probably just make nice. In an interview in Philadelphia Weekly’s Style blog — an oxymoron if ever there was one — Jay also extends his han- er, mouth:

I think he [Joey Sweeney] just needs a good blowjob from me or something and then he’ll be okay. I don’t know. I don’t like that, and it’s not like, you know, like I’m an artist, I’m a whatever, I live in this town, I love it, I moved here consciously to be a part of it.

Ahem. It’s cool though, we’re bloggers, we live here, too, we’re whatever, it’s cool. Just tell us which bathroom stall has the hole and we’ll be there. We’ll just trust that it’s you, Jaykins. This is the stuff great friendships are made of.
PWStyle: If By “No Homo” You Mean “Lots And Lots Of Homo,” Well, Yes

Previously: Update: Jay McCarroll Is Whining His Way Back Into Our Hearts

This entry was posted on Wednesday, March 4th, 2009 at 1:01 pm.