For LGBT Kids Everywhere

by Hayden on 2 June 2010

Leave it to Europe to go tramp­ing all over America’s back ass­wards puri­tan val­ues with a com­mer­cial for a big name com­pany. Vive la France!

Now I’ll have to admit that I’m rather torn over this com­mer­cial. On one hand, it’s real­is­tic and sad, see­ing the boy still clos­eted to his dad. On the other hand, it’s good to see this issue out in the open and pub­licly addressed, with McDonald’s offer­ing itself as a “replace­ment par­ent” of some sort. In this com­mer­cial, they seem to say, “Every­one might not under­stand you, but we do.” Of course, you can cer­tainly find some­thing repul­sive about the thought of a fast-food restau­rant tak­ing the place of fam­ily, but to me, it only serves to ham­mer home the fact that gay kids still have to suf­fer the indig­nity of the closet as they strug­gle with the ques­tion of whether or not to come out to their fam­i­lies and risk los­ing the love and con­nec­tion that mean the most to them. Things shouldn’t be this way. In a just world, this kid’s father should be ref­er­enc­ing girls as a way of teas­ing his son and show­ing that, not only is the boy out to him, but that he accepts him as well, feel­ing com­fort­able enough to give him a good-natured ribbing.

Okay, to bal­ance out the bum­mer feel­ing, here’s a pos­i­tive (tri­umphant?) treat­ment of LGBT youth.

The lyrics are pretty cryp­tic, but the song’s about two les­bian teenagers grow­ing up in suburbia:

The first sin­gle, “Phan­tom Limb”, is a nar­ra­tive of two les­bian teenagers, told from one girl’s point of view, des­per­ate to get out of a sti­fling and stag­nant town that will never approve of, let alone under­stand them, “This town seems hardly worth our time.” The open­ing lyrics vividly and humor­ously por­tray the town’s favored daugh­ters, “Frozen into coats / White girls of the north / … They are the fabled lambs / A Sun­day ham.” Later, the girls are inex­orably drawn to clas­sic Amer­i­can rebel­lion: rock and roll, booze, all that good stuff. Mer­cer sings with empa­thy for the girls’ plight, mis­fits out of step with main­stream cul­ture but unde­terred from find­ing their own way around or over it. Read more

As long as you keep that thought, it all makes a damn lot of sense.

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