Bo Burnham My Whole Family Thinks I'm Gay

Okay, hear me out. I've got a confession. It's a weird one. My whole family kind of... thinks I'm gay.

And honestly? After watching hours of Bo Burnham, I think they might have a point.

The Evidence: A Comedic Deep Dive

Let's break this down. It's not about Bo himself, necessarily. It's about the Bo Burnham *effect*.

Exhibit A: The Musical Obsession

I listen to his songs *constantly*. Seriously. It's a problem.

And they're not exactly power ballads. They're witty, sarcastic, and deeply introspective. Plus, they're often performed with a certain...flair?

My family equates passionate performance art with something else. Who am I to argue?

Exhibit B: The Unrelatable Relatability

Bo Burnham talks about anxiety, existential dread, and the internet. These are deep topics.

Apparently, straight guys are supposed to be obsessed with football and cars. At least, that's what my uncle says.

Sorry, Uncle Jerry. I'm too busy pondering the meaninglessness of existence while playing the ukulele.

Exhibit C: The Wardrobe Enigma

Okay, this one's a stretch, I admit. But Bo Burnham has a certain...style. A comfortable, yet considered aesthetic.

I wouldn't describe my style as that but maybe a cousin. Let's call it inspired by him.

Does that mean I raid his wardrobe? Absolutely not. Is my family subtly judging my slightly-too-tight jeans? Probably.

Guilty as Charged (Maybe?)

So, am I gay? I don't think so. But has my Bo Burnham obsession inadvertently convinced my family otherwise?

The evidence is mounting. The prosecution rests (mostly). I look guilty in the court of my family.

It’s a strange predicament, to be certain.

The Unpopular Opinion (Brace Yourselves)

Here's the thing. Maybe... just maybe... it's okay if they think that.

Maybe expanding their perception of masculinity, even unintentionally, isn't such a bad thing. Bo Burnham certainly challenged it.

After all, aren't we all just trying to be ourselves, regardless of labels? And if "myself" involves quoting Inside at every family gathering, then so be it.

And if they think being into Bo Burnham makes me gay? Who am I to deny the man?

Embrace the Absurdity

Maybe it's time to lean into it. Start casually dropping quotes. Wear a vaguely ironic t-shirt.

Play "Bezos I" at Thanksgiving dinner. The possibilities are endless.

Ultimately, who cares? As long as I'm happy, and I have Bo Burnham to keep me company, I am good.

So go ahead, family. Assume what you want. Bo Burnham and I will be over here, contemplating the abyss... in style.

Just kidding (sort of). Happy holidays, everyone!