The CNN anchor, when speaking with The Daily Beast, told editor Andrew Sullivan, “The fact is, I’m gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn’t be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.”

Anderson then gave Sullivan permission to run with that quote, making this the least interesting coming-out story to hit the newsstands since Clay Aiken. He admitted he was gay? That’s no fun!

Will this change my enjoyment of Anderson Cooper‘s AC 360 on CNN? Doubtful. I never liked the show, and don’t think it will get better just because the host is openly homosexual.

But who knows?

TMZ announced, with TMZ‘s typical understated dignity, that Hulk Hogan is SHAVING HIS MUSTACHE!!!, using only three exclamation points to show that this is serious. Hulk has been known for his handlebar mustache and platinum blonde Dutch boy haircut since the early 80′s, but will be losing both right now for a movie audition. Audition? Someone wants to hear Hulk Hogan read for a role? Like they’re not sure if he’s the right guy for the role? Huh.

Losing his mustache is in no way a reaction to comments by his wife that he had a gay affair with fellow wrestler Brutus the Beefcake. But if I had a gay affair with Brutus the Beefcake that came to light, shaving my mustache would give me the closure necessary to really get back on with my life. I’ve given this some thought.

While Hulk Hogan has always rocked a bit of a strange look, at least it was familiar. Now, we’re going to have to contend with a bald, shorn Hogan, which is just… just a lot to take right now, man.

In a move that will send shock waves through the shrimp-eating/masturbating community, director Brett Ranter has stepped down from his post as a producer of this year’s Oscar telecast. Well, it wasn’t so much a “step down” as it was a halfhearted waddle followed by an unsuccessful attempt to pull up his pants.

Ratner apologized for his recent comments and announced his resignation in an open letter to the entertainment industry. No word yet on whether the letter was smeared with mustard.

So many artists and craftspeople in our business are members of the LGBT community, and it pains me deeply that I may have hurt them. I should have known this all along, but at least I know it now: words do matter

The fact that Brett didn’t realize words matter, coupled with the fact that he thinks “rehearsing is for fags,” really goes a long way toward explaining his films. At least he’s learning. And if I’ve learned anything from all this, it’s that while making fun of gays is clearly off limits, making fun of fat people is still OK, especially if the fat person in question is making fun of gays. (Vulture)

For years, I’ve been writing the major studios and begging them to make a film about American servicemen engaging in hardcore gay sex and taking part in a plot to kill George W. Bush. And for years, the Secret Service has been asking me to stop. And stop I will, now that my requests have finally been answered by none-other than the Wachowski Brothers (or whatever you call them now) and their new film, Cobalt Neural 9.

The story starts off as, yes, a hardcore romance between the American soldier and the Iraqi soldier during the second Gulf War– they are depicted "rutting like animals behind this fence" while wearing burqas– but when disaster strikes, the two plot to kill the man responsible for the war: George W. Bush.

Wow, I’m not sure that will play in Peoria. But then again, I could be wrong. After all, two dudes wearing burqas and "rutting like animals" still sounds less gay than Wachowski’s live action version of Speed Racer. (Cinema Blend)