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Let’s Put It This Way: Maybe @DDLovato Isn’t a Lesbian (But Her Girlfriend Is)

Posted on | September 22, 2017 | 1 Comment

 

In case you don’t know who Demi Lovato is — because you’re an adult and have an actual life — she is an ex-Disney starlet who has struggled with mental illness ever since she got dumped by Joe Jonas in 2010.

Or maybe she was always crazy, not to mention those rumors of being a teenage cocaine addict, but that’s all ex-Disney starlets, right? Brittney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus — being a child star on Disney is excellent preparation for a life of rehab, DUI arrests, etc. If you want your daughter to grow up to be a dope-addled sex maniac, just send her down to Orlando and let the Mouse People™ teach her how it’s done.

Demi Lovato has survived her post-Disney career better than most. She’s developed a sort of cult following as a pop singer — the hashtag is #Lovatics — and most of her fans seem to be girls with “issues” of one sort or another. They’re fat, or they’re depressed, or they don’t have boyfriends, or some combination of these factors. Basically, if you’re a skinny happy girl with a boyfriend, you’re not Demi’s target audience.

Also, for the past few years, Demi’s been pandering to the LGBT crowd. When I say “pandering,” I don’t mean she’s not sincerely gay, but rather that her gayness has been commercially beneficial to her in an era when the Compulsory Approval Doctrine requires everyone to celebrate homosexuality as if we were all Grand Marshals of the San Francisco Pride parade. Sympathy for gay people has been de rigueur in academia, journalism, politics and show business for decades now, and everybody’s anxious to avoid suspicion of “homophobia.” It’s a scandal nowadays to prefer normal sex, and even using a word like “normal” might be enough to put you on the SPLC hate map. But I digress . . .

 

How gay is Demi Lovato? She’s been hinting around for three or four years. She performed at the Los Angeles Gay Pride festival in 2014, but her publicists issued a press release that vaguely described her as “an active advocate of the LGBT community.” OK, how “active” is she, and does her advocacy include dining at the all-you-can-eat seafood buffet?

Ah, details, details — but never mind the colorful metaphors, because the paparazzi finally got pictures of Demi Lovato with her girlfriend.

 

 

 

 

 

Despite all this headline buzz (coincidentally or not, just as Demi’s releasing a new album, as the cynics among us must note) the ex-starlet proved herself to be a cunning linguist, by issuing a non-denial of her relationship that was also a non-confirmation of her gayness. Lovato’s shrewd ambiguity could be clever show-business publicity to keep up the gossip tabloid guessing-game, but the Serious Gay Journalist™ crowd wants to turn everything into an LGBT identity-politics statement.

Demi Lovato’s Reason For Refusing To Talk
About Her Sexuality Is Total Bulls**t

You can click that headline if you want to laugh at a silly gay man hyperventilating about why it’s wrong — wrong! wrong! wrong! — for Demi Lovato not to publicly confess that she’s as gay as the president of the Rosie O’Donnell Fan Club. Or whatever. The editor of HuffPoQueer is very serious about homosexuality, in a way strangely reminiscent of the late Rev. Fred Phelps. As a Christian conservative, probably I should be writing seriously about how Demi Lovato’s carnal perversion will doom her to destruction in the lake of fire (Revelation 20:15), but why preach a sermon when you can just torment celebrity sinners with sarcasm?

Besides which, first of all, Joe Jonas is as much doomed to Hell as Demi Lovato, and perhaps more deserving of eternal destruction than she is. How many girls did Joe pump and dump like he did Demi? Dozens, I’m sure, and whatever happened to all those women he used and discarded? How many of them turned out as bad as Demi Lovato or worse? There’s a reason why I’m glad my 24-year-old twin sons are both married, because otherwise they’d be out there casually breaking hearts with no regard for the consequences, temporal or eternal. But once again I digress . . .

The other reason why I’m not preaching a fire and brimstone sermon about Demi Lovato is because she is fully aware that she’s a sinner, and is therefore “without excuse” (Romans 1:20). We need not doubt that Demi can rationalize her sin in her “reprobate mind” (Romans 1:28) and is under “strong delusion” (II Thessalonians 2:11). Perhaps some of my devout friends will say a prayer for Demi Lovato’s repentance, but why waste prayers on an “active advocate” of evil? There are too many good people suffering in this world for me to spend much time worrying about the souls of celebrity millionaire perverts. Why pray for Demi Lovato when there are boys younger than her deployed to Kandahar, fighting Taliban terrorists and not knowing if they’ll ever make it back home?

What has Demi Lovato ever done that should merit admiration or sympathy from anyone? She was a 10-year-old “star” on Barney and Friends, the most wretched children’s show in TV history, starred in Camp Rock at age 13, then leveraged her forgettable Disney series into an record deal. She is basically just a manufactured commodity marketed by the entertainment industry. Her life has been a public performance since childhood, and trying to separate her image from her authentic self is impossible, because how can there be anything truly authentic left beneath the show-business façade she’s been paid to display all these years? If there is a “real” Demi behind the masquerade, is she someone we would actually like? Or is she just another soulless atheist who sees herself existing in a godless world without meaning or purpose?

 

 

Just because Demi Lovato refuses to label her “sexuality” doesn’t mean we can’t. Her sexuality is — wait for it — a marketing gimmick.

And isn’t that just pathetic? One might muster some sympathy for the secretly homosexual celebrity who is trapped in the closet, but I don’t want to deal with a libel suit from Tom Cruise, so never mind. On the other hand, sex sells, and what better way for Demi Lovato to keep her name in the headlines — and sell her new album — than to take her (alleged) lesbian girlfriend to Disneyland and let the paparazzi get some pictures, then invoke her privacy when reporters ask questions.

Clever little game, really, and we ought to call it what it is, rather than to pretend that Demi’s too dumb to know exactly what she’s doing. If you’re going to sell your soul, might as well make a profit, eh? Oh, and it looks like Joe Jonas is boning yet another starlet who will, no doubt, eventually end up as pathetic as Demi Lovato. Joe is so going to Hell . . .

 

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