BINGO! We have the new gay stereotype - the gay man who refuses to conform to a stereotype! How lucky for me to have snared this rarest of beasts. And barely halfway through our first drink. I have two options. I could just let this go, or I could take a tin-opener to that can of worms he's waving in front of me.
I remember a debate years ago at school where the topic was 'familiarity breeds contempt', and one side flawlessly argued that in the end, familiarity just breeds. It's the same logic of why doctors always marry each other or why film stars always go out with whoever their last co-star was. If you're shown something long enough, you will learn to love it.
And thank God for that. In the time period that has elapsed since Lindsay Lohan's generation defining turn in what is quite frankly, one of the best films ever (even with the cop-out ending) the most popular female role in the movie world has evolved from bog-standard romantic heroine to something even scarier - manic pixie dream girl.
Glee is still dithering, 2.5 seasons in, about what it wants us to think about our own ambitions. Faith in the value of your own originality is too infrequently presented, and usually lost in the monetised alliance between the show and current chart music (which these days often includes cast recordings).