I have a confession to make: I love television talent competitions.
Ot at least, the Got Talent series.
I mean, I loathe all of the Idol series and can't even deal with the schaudenfreude that is the audition process, but in the case of *'s Got Talent, I do admit, I love to watch them. And yes, I do tear up on occasion.
But this is not about things that make one tear up. It is about things that make us smile.
Case in point: last week on Citytv's Canada's Got Talent, the boys from Boylesque TO performed a rather cheeky -- I'm looking at you, Wrong Note Rusty -- number for the judges (fast forward to the 35:50 mark to see what the boys were up to), including a little glimpse of some beautiful buttocks. The boys have made it through to the next round, and I can't wait to see what they'll pull out of their sleeves/tear-away pants/cummerbunds/jockstraps.
Meanwhile, across the pond, the original version of the show, Britain's Got Talent, has also proved to be rather queer-friendly, with an audition by two male ballroom dancers.
I will admit that I am not a great fan of ballroom dancing. I don't really get how it has become such a huge phenom, especially in the case of Dancing with the Stars
. And the performance by these two gentlemen is rife with kitsch and schmaltz, as they dance to "You Raise Me Up" (I vomit a little in my mouth when I hear that song). But the fact that they can still make someone like Simon Cowell smile, even though you know he wants to roll his eyes at the camp-ness of it all (as did I, a little bit), is a testament to the earnestness they present. It's not about how well they dance or the two of them being a "gay dancing duo." It is an obvious and honest expression of hard work and dedication presented by two people who love each other. And for that, I will applaud them. Just don't use that song again, please.