This was in yesterday’s late news:

“Shawn Mendes took some time during his concert in Colorado on Monday to address a personal topic.

”In a video shared widely on social media, the 26-year-old singer took a break during his performance at Red Rocks Amphitheatre to share ‘the truth’ about his sexuality.” [Lisa Respers France, CNN, October 29, 2024.]

And that’s where I stopped reading. Because I don’t care whether Shawn — or anyone, celebrity or otherwise — is L, G, B, T, Q, or any other letter of the sexual-identity alphabet. I only care if you’re a decent human being.

Some things are personal, and I really don’t need to know. Like who you slept with last night, who you’re going to vote for next week, or how often you shower. I can’t say this often enough or emphatically enough:

I really don’t need to know these things. They are not what makes you . . . you. And they are none of my business.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
10/30/24