I've never cared much for Perez Hilton, although I wouldn't say I downright hate his guts either. There are a few things he's said and done that I've supported (namely: making Carrie Prejean's life difficult). But he also fucked with my homeboy Dustin Lance Black and I do not stand for that. (Note: by 'homeboy' I simply mean somebody that I admire deeply whom I happened to stand within two feet of one time. It was awesome.) Mainly, he's just one of those people who really shouldn't be famous but is. I really don't know why this keeps happening.
Mr. Hilton arrived on the red carpet wearing a suit made of a very loud fabric that I kind of wanted to steal, underneath which no shirt was worn. Whoop-dee-doo. But in case there was any uncertainty about his lack of clothing, he greeted every photo op with a flashing of his torso and a gaping of his mouth (shown right), causing me to dub him "The Gay Situation."
Yeah...it was a bit obnoxious, but I can't blame him too harshly. Presumably, he's worked hard to get the body he wants, so if it makes him happier, I think he's earned the right to show it off. I do think he could have picked a more appropriate venue, but that's just my opinion.
Whatever size he may be, it really makes no difference to me, but if I had to pick, I might say that I disliked him a little less when he was heavier. It felt more authentic. I didn't even realize this until now, but I actually kind of admired the fact that he was on the thicker side and still managed to merge with the shallowness of the Hollywood mainstream. We desperately need more representation of different body types in the media. But I knew they'd get him sooner or later. I really just hope that he doesn't start lifting up his t-shirt to show his abs all the time. It's really tacky, and as we can see, it only lands you in rehab.