Airline closet

A few days ago, I saw a commercial for American Airlines. Only this commercial was a bit, well, gay. The Web site flashed (for like a milisecond) aa.com/rainbow and sure enough, I found the proposed GLBT-friendly site that promises "popular and welcoming" destinations, just for the queer set.

And apparently, AA isn't the only one touting the yellow brick road to Miami/Provincetown idea: Southwest has also put on the ruby red slippers and started down toward the Emerald City, as well as Delta and a few others. This has left Washington Post writer Emil Steiner a bit testy and while I appreciate Big Time Airlines paying researchers and marketing execs the big bucks to find out just where two dykes want to hang out for two weeks, it seems a bit presumptuous that the destinations are places where I already know (or could find out easily where) queer kids go/hang out/etc.

I only wish this didn't look like someone hanging the rainbow carrot in front of my face and asking for my money.

Amtrak: I don't care about you, fuck you

So, after dealing with a pretty horrific Amtrak experience on Sunday (holla at me if you had a train that was impacted by some nebulous electrical issue at Penn Station!), I've written a pretty dandy complaint email.

Listen, I never complain. You can pretty much skullfuck me, and I'll take it. The only time in recent memory that I've complained about anything was when I went out on a date, ordered something obscenely expensive for dinner and received breaded and fried Satan with a side of Dear God What IS This in return. That's me: tough exterior and an interior made of kittens and rainbows. So you know this Amtrak thing had to be pretty fucking awful.

With the aid of The Consumerist, I whipped up a pretty bad-ass (and shockingly polite!) complaint. We'll see what happens in the next few days and, if nothing, I'm moving on to the CEO.

10xfast: queer consumer advocate.