You know, Battlestar Galactica used to be something I could watch as a little kid. I could NEVER let my nieces watch this new one. It's just basicall soft porn from time to time. The hooker dream cylon in Baltar's mind. Sheeesh. And the Colonies have a woman leader-- gay. And Starbuck is dykey and the typical liberal "she's the best in the damn fleet" thing--gay, and Apollo is a fruity pretty boy--gay. It's like Stargate Atlantis. Atlantis leader is woman- gay. The main star guy is a fruity pretty boy- gay. The Scientist is scared of his own shadow- gay.
Cap'n Kirk was always getting in a fight and getting his shirt ripped off, he and Scotty would booze it up and hang with the chicks. But it was fairly tasteful. TThis new stuff is just too "Brokeback" for me, you know? And how about "Enterprise" with the fruity captain, and then they bring on the porn queen vulcan, and rub each other in their underware with gel in the decontamination room. sheeeesh Yeah, just liek the old days... huh?
WTF? You are seeing gay everywhere.. something you need to tell us?
Geee...that's some real "gay" insight.
Come out of the closet and into the light.
There's a little too much 'gay' in your post.....
Dude, you really need to just come out of that closet.
Lay off the sauce before posting, k?
Mrs. L,TOWM refers to the blonde Cylon as "the Ho-bot".
The dyke admiral on the Pegasus is history, though. The non-fantasy (prisoner) ho-bot escaped and shot the Admiral.
Nice bit of dialogue, too.
Admiral, staring into a gun muzzle: "Frak you"
Ho-bot: "You're not my type." (shoots)
Cut to funeral.
In before the zot?
Your Gaydar needs a re-calibration.
You are therefore tasked to pay money to watch Brokebutt Mountain and spend all your free time watching the BRAVO channel and MTV.
I was expecting more rough-hewn proto-Federation high adventure than the one from Cap'n Kirk's day, but what they gave us was post-modern PC garbage.
Makes me wonder what happened between Cap'n "Quantum Leap" Archer's wussied-out, "let's talk it over" time period, and the hard drinking, womanizing, cowboy-style gunboat diplomacy of Kirk's world.
I'd rather be hanging out in the engine room of the old NCC-1701, wearing a red shirt, competition-drinking Romulan ale against Engineer Scott, while a green-skinned Orion slave girl sits on my lap, than moping around philosophising with any member of Archer's crew. (Except maybe Tripp - they should have made HIM the captain)