Sunday, January 20, 2008

In-SIN-cere?

So as you may or may not know, I belong to a group here in NYC known as SIN. If you're too lazy to click on the link, it's a social/support group for HIV+ men and their friends, boyfriends etc. But it's mostly for HIV+ men. It's a social group more than a hookup site, and they get together once a month for a bar night, other times for a board game get-together. They've done a bowling night, lots of brunches, theater outings, you name it. Basically, it's billed as a safe, relaxed place where POZ guys can meet other POZ guys without worrying about your HIV status. Even if you don't meet anyone date-wise, the theory is that there's some common ground built in to the shared experience. And there is. It's a wonderful group that I don't take nearly enough advantage of.

Along with being a member I have signed up for the group e-mail list, and periodically get e-mail sent to the group about social events, doctor referrals, political meetings etc. Again, they run the gamut. But I have to say I was a tad surprised yesterday when I checked my e-mail and found this little missive in my In-box. It was a group e-mail sent out by none other than Project Runway dropout Jack Mackenroth. Here is the e-mail in it's entirety:

Hey Everyone--I need your help. If you don't know me or know of me, I was the openly HIV+ contestant on Project Runway this season. My name is Jack Mackenroth and I have been to several SIN events and promote it on all my websites. Bravo is currently having their fan favorite voting contest. I NEED YOUR VOTE! You can vote up to 40 times and with every entry you have a chance to win a $10,000 shopping spree yourself. If I am voted fan favorite I win 10K and I could really use the money. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.

Now first of all, opening an e-mail to an HIV+ support group with "I need your help" and then following it up with a plea for on-line votes to win 10k sets my teeth on edge right off. You don't need my help Jacqueline, you need me to take precious time out of my busy day to stuff the on-line ballot box so you can win money.

Why would I do this for you? Because you're HIV+? Am I helpin' a sistah out? Then why don't you at least cop to it? Why mention that you've been to several SIN events (only one that I know of, but I have no proof it isn't more) and that you "promote it on all your websites (sic)"? Really? I can only find the one web site(s). And it's decidedly thin. Less than a dozen posts in total. And you don't link to anything. And you only talk about you. Oh wait, there's a fresh post asking for votes. Damn, girl, you don't miss a trick. So what, exactly, do I get out of this besides helping some self-involved Chelsea "designer" (now there's a rare breed *snicker*) enrich his checking account? How much does Special K cost these days, anyway?

At least we finally get a germ of truth at the end, when the whiny MRSA victim finally just bald-faced admits "I could really use the money". Here's an idea you probably haven't considered Miss Jackie O-no-you-didn't. Howzabout you get yourself one of them newfangled jobs I been hearing so much about?

Sorry to harsh every one's day, but my initial reaction upon reading this e-mail was the same one I get when I happen across a picture of a vagina unexpectedly. Not out and out revulsion, but just a tiny bit "ew", you know? But the more I read it and thought about it other words came to mind. Like smarmy. And pandering. With a dash of exploiting your HIV status and me for cash, thrown in. Sorry Jack, you shady Queen. You and your hideously swollen lip will not be getting my votes. If I cast them at all I will give my votes to the Project Rungay designer that actually has some talent. That would be your replacement, Chris. Did you see those portfolio shots? Fagulous!

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