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Banality as a Gift

When I was a young teenager in Portland, Oregon, I read Paul Monette’s memoir, Becoming a Man. It chronicled Monette’s life as a gay man, including his time at Yale (Class of '67). I didn’t read the book as an aspiring Yalie; I read it as someone trying to figure out what my life would be like if I decided to come out of the closet. As best I could tell from the book, if I decided to come out of the closet my life would be pretty miserable. Terrible relationships, blistering homophobia, and deep self-loathing.


I married my college boyfriend.

Several years later, I read another book about a gay man who'd attended Yale in an earlier generation: Calvin Trillin’s Remembering Denny. Trillin’s eulogy for his classmate Denny Hansen '57 left me with the impression that even if my life as a gay man involved tremendous success and popularity, it would still lack happiness. Hansen was a golden child, a Rhodes scholar, and a member of Scroll and Key. He committed suicide in middle age.

With Paul Monette and Denny Hansen as prologue, the banality of what I am about to say is almost embarrassing. I married my college boyfriend.

I realize this is somewhat unremarkable, as women have been marrying their college boyfriends for decades. I think, however, that men marrying their college boyfriends is not something Paul Monette or Denny Hansen would have envisioned.

For me, the significance of my marriage is not so much the legality of the thing. Our 2004 wedding at San Francisco City Hall was annulled by California's Supreme Court, and although our childhood rabbis jointly performed a religious ceremony the following year for family and friends, we have yet to tie the knot a third time to make it legal. Gay marriage is a fraught political debate, and as a reporter I try not to participate in political debates. If I could get married without making a political statement, I would.

That said, I met my future husband the last week of my freshman year. W e were married seven years later. Today we have a house in Washington, DC, together. I cook, he cleans. Our parents come to our Passover seders. As I said, it’s all incredibly banal.


I don’t need to worry that I will lose my job if people find out who I am.

And I realize that the banality of my Yale experience in this respect—and the banality of my life since then in many respects—is only possible because of the generations of gay Yalies (and non-Yalies) who lived far more difficult lives. Because of them, I have the privilege to choose not to be an activist. I don’t need to worry that I will lose my job if people find out who I am, much less fear for my physical safety or that of my husband.

When I think about my “gay life at Yale,” the best I can come up with is—I met my future husband. I don’t think I could ever write a memoir of my life, and I don’t think anyone would ever want to read one. It would simply be too boring. And for that, I owe a debt to people like Paul Monette and Denny Hansen.

“Banality” premature

While I appreciate the alumni magazine devoting an entire issue to Yale’s gay history, I found Ari Shapiro’s article “Banality as a Gift” to be at best wildly naïve and at worst immensely selfish. Shapiro thanks the innumerable activists who have come before him, then concludes that he has “the privilege not to be an activist.” Indeed his use of the word “privilege” is apt. It cannot be understated that a Caucasian, male, award-winning journalist with a Yale education is the very definition of privilege. I don’t seek to undermine Shapiro’s accomplishments or to imply that he is somehow undeserving of personal success and happiness, but I do think that he has entirely missed the point of activism. Activism should be motivated by a ethical sense of what is right, not self-interest or personal gain. Simply because Shapiro is privileged enough to be able to live a life without fear, where he can deftly avoid “politically fraught discussions” does not mean that every homosexual person resides in a similarly idyllic paradise of open-armed acceptance. By simply turning the page (or clicking another link on the website), this reader found several examples of the typical homophobic vitriol with which we are confronted on a regular basis: Mitchell Reich’s article cites two such instances and the comments section on the Yale Alumni Magazine website is littered with declarations of visceral disgust and threats to cut off future donations to Yale for merely printing these stories.

All right! Let’s go home and decoupage!

In the interest of full disclosure, I would like to say that I, too, am white, male and dragging several Yale degrees behind my name. This means that I am also “privileged.” But it doesn’t mean that I’m going to don my banal blinders and retreat into deluded complacency. Shapiro would do well to recognize that there are many who don’t share his circumstances or environs, many who cannot simply avoid tense political discussions, harassment or threats of violence, for their very existence and happiness constitute an inherently political act, and a dangerous one at that. Those are the people who need activism (and, really, considering Shapiro’s marriage was annulled by the state of California, it might be a little premature to call it a day). Or, put simply: you don’t only donate to food banks when you’re hungry; you donate precisely when you aren’t, when you have extra food to give.

Shapiro would do well to return “the gift of banality,” at least until everyone can unwrap it.







Editors' Note: Why They Call Yale the “Gay Ivy”

Gay at Yale: How Things Changed

The Balm of Perspective


The Yale Air

What Readers Said About the “Gay Ivy”

Yale Daily News: “Old-Fashioned Bigotry”


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