Anderson Cooper: A Problematic Crush

Anderson Cooper is my mental flavor of the moment, so much so that I’m even reading the amorous tell-all his mother, Gloria Vanderbilt, wrote just to find out about the woman who raised him. But something’s bothering my innocuous imaginings.

I’ve read much about him possibly being a ‘friend of Bob’s’ (as in Neil and Bob) which is enough to wilt any straight girl’s fantasy but here’s the thing. Ultimately, I don’t care whether he’s gay or straight. However, Andy—as I like to call him—refuses to comment on the subject. This is where the problem comes in for me.

He says he doesn’t comment on his personal life but he writes about his brother’s suicide and his mother’s cunnilingus so that excuse is pretty much cut off at the knees.

He also says that he doesn’t want the story to be about him; instead he just wants to be one who tells the story. That’s a noble and common aim for a journalist, so I can accept that. Except that his not talking about it IS a story.

In my obsessive digging to learn more about this lovely man, I also discovered that he said that he doesn’t want to be lumped into any groups. My first thought was, “Dude you’re a Vanderbilt. And you went to Yale. C’mon.