Slur rehabs are proliferating faster than non-binding resolutions – and not a minute too soon. At press time, Tim Hardaway is the latest verbal bedwetter who wound up in bleep-away camp.* Part of the fun of Hardaway‚Äôs PR train wreck was hearing him go from talking in his own voice (‚ÄúYou know, I hate gay people‚Äù) to issuing sorrowful pronouncements in the manner of Maya Angelou. ‚ÄúI am committed to examining my attitudes‚Äù and so on. Slur rehab works wonders‚Äπand faster than two Tylenol!
What came next in Hardaway‚Äôs attitude adjustment regimen? We could ask Isaiah Washington (still employed at Grey‚Äôs Anatomy at press time). But he’s not saying. Come to think of it, Washington‚Äôs not saying anything. About a hundred times more polished than Hardaway, Washington successfully avoided lockup the first time he came out with the F word at the office. Only when the ‚Äòintense‚Äô actor slipped and threw F bomb number two was it time for gayhab.
Due to security concerns, the location of the Gay Slur rehab is known only to the directors of GLSEN and GLAAD. Persistent rumors place it right across the street from the top-secret unit where they housed Mark Foley and Rev. Ted ‚Äúabsolutely heterosexual‚Äù Haggard.
While the rehabilitation methods are shrouded in mystery, we do know Washington successfully completed the process. He was released into the community service program, where he will donate a free performance on Dante’s Cove and allow gay designers to pin fabrics on him on Project Runway.
Gayhab is obviously just the latest twist in the slur rehabilitation biz. Everybody‚Äôs so tetchy, a whole Sesame Street alphabet of offense is available for rehabbing. The N word, the F word, the Q word. (Not Queer: Quagmire.) Mel Gibson is now building a Malibu campus for the Jewish Slur and Chemical Dependency unit. Michael Richards has been looking for investors for his N-Word B-Gone Unfunny Farm franchise, but so far no takers – although with his tendency to jump around in fat-black-woman, soft-bigotry body suits, Eddie Murphy is starting to look like a possible partner.
But, hey, this field is wide open. Now that saying something mean gets you in more trouble than doing something mean, I recommend we fashion future slur rehab technology on the Sarah Silverman Program. You’ll learn to say anything you want if you say it innocently enough while wearing a two-toned cotton baseball shirt. You‚Äôll create a post-p.c., guilty-pleasure persona that‚Äôs babe-licious, witty, winning. Say it funny like you don’t really mean it, and you’ll never have to meet with GLAAD or GLSEN in a small dark-paneled room.
* Written before the blonde bombshell Coulter-bombed