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“Gay Men On Board” Prankster Hits Jersey Shores’ Casts’ SUV

08/27/10-by Bridgette P. LaVictoire
Paul ‘DJ Pauly D’ DelVecchio and his Jersey Shores cast mate Vinny Guadagnino returned from shopping to find a piece of paper reading “Gay men on board. Gay rights is all we ask.” The two do not appear to have been amused by the antic. The two men who are known for working out at the gym, tanning and having perfect hair apparently believe that they are irresistible to the local women, called ‘Guidettes’. “Sure they’re all straight – straight as a line/All the gays are macho/
Can’t you see their leather shine.”

Of course, the person who is playing this joke is probably working off the old stereotypes not too badly showcased in the song “Real Men” by Joe Jackson. That stereotype being the overly muscled, well toned, perfectly tanned and coifed young man. Please enjoy this cover version by Tori Amos, lyric follow.

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Take your mind back – I don’t know when
Sometime when it always seemed
To be just us and them
Girls that wore pink
And boys that wore blue
Boys that always grew up better men
Than me and you

What’s a man now – what’s a man mean
Is he rough or is he rugged
Is he cultural and clean
Now it’s all change – it’s got to change more
‘Cause we think it’s getting better
But nobody’s really sure

And so it goes – go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are

See the nice boys – dancing in pairs
Golden earring golden tan
Blow-wave in the hair
Sure they’re all straight – straight as a line
All the gays are macho
Can’t you see their leather shine

You don’t want to sound dumb – don’t want to offend
So don’t call me a faggot
Not unless you are a friend
Then if you’re tall and handsome and strong
You can wear the uniform and I could play along

And so it goes – go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are

Time to get scared – time to change plan
Don’t know how to treat a lady
Don’t know how to be a man
Time to admit – what you call defeat
‘Cause there’s women running past you now
And you just drag your feet

Man makes a gun – man goes to war
Man can kill and man can drink
And man can take a whore
Kill all the blacks – kill all the reds
And if there’s war between the sexes
Then there’ll be no people left

And so it goes – go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are