Dear Phil –
My family and I were heartily sorry to hear of your troubles in regards to your clearly being taken out of context vis-à-vis “the gays” and your subsequent “temporary hiatus.”
I don’t need to tell you that reality television is a slippery slope, Phil. Some network scout finds you “charming” for living hand-to-mouth and before you know it, you’re making a quarter of a million per episode, clear. But there’s a cost. And the cost is being branded. Sure, you think you’re in control of your image. You believe that every time a production assistant takes you aside and asks you to “maybe just act a little…trashier,” you’re a willing participant in creating a CHARACTER. You’re a full partner in fuckery, if you’ll pardon my crassness.
But a line gets crossed. It always does. It’s bound to happen. And now you find yourself in the midst of a brouhaha involving the First Amendment (which Baby Kaitlyn and I find hilarious, given that this, as Baby Kaitlyn so adroitly observed, is really more about contractual liability than “free speech”). It’s all very Elia Kazan-esque, no? I keep waiting for Patricia Neal to show up and tell everyone they’ve been hornswoggled.
What happens next? Well, that’s up to you. But have your people call my people, and we might be able to squeeze you in as a replacement series on TLC.
Best of luck –
Honey Boo Boo, SAG, AEA