A rant about QaF. I WILL BE USING THE F WORD. A LOT.

This article naffs me off.
Know what? One of the reasons why Brian Kinney is my favourite character on QaF (along with Emmett, and Deb's in there somewhere just because Sharon Gless is so fuckin' amazing) is that he isn't settling down and becoming domesticated. Because know what?
THAT.
IS.
BORING.
Seriously. QaF is a soap opera, and all that happy domesticated bliss does is lead to OMG THE DRAMA LET'S BREAK UP AND HAVE A CUSTODY BATTLE. Who wants to watch that? Do you? 'Cause I sure fucking don't. Besides, as this season is showing us, having babies, a mortgage, and abso-fucking-lutely no sex at all does not lead to maturity. Look at Mel and Michael, for God's sake. All they do is whine and stomp about wanting to get their way. And isn't THAT supposed to be the hallmark of childish behaviour?
LEARN THIS, PEOPLE. HOUSES AND CARS AND LITTLE WEE ONES TO DANDLE ON YOUR KNEE DO NOT MAKE YOU WISE. THEY DO NOT MAKE YOU A BETTER PERSON. THEY DO NOT MAKE YOU GROWN UP. THEY DON'T MAKE YOU ANYTHING.
I hope that Brian will keep on fucking his way across Pittsburgh, refusing to commit and wearing asstastic leather pants. He gives me hope that not EVERYONE needs or wants to settle down with a hubby, a white picket fence, and a couple of sprats. He gives me hope in bachelors.
Oh, yeah. And 'cause it's hot. That too.