Well, not to sound like those killjoys at GLAAD -- who have more than once turned up their nose at edgy gay material for not being "positive" enough -- but I did flinch a few times at the queer barbs in Hot Tub Time Machine.

You know how gay jokes are funny when your cool straight friend tells them, but not when his asshole fratboy pal chimes in? Hot Tub Time Machine is kind of a fratboy asshole, even though the movie does offer a heaping helping of laughs. (Tempered, unfortunately, with a bit too much whining of the male menopausal variety.) And yes, I know that John Cusack says in interviews that the movie is intended to make fun of homophobia, but i think he's writing a check that HTTM can't cash.

Reactions around the web:

Entertainment Weekly: "Also, I wish the screenwriters had been 2010-minded enough to leave out the crappy gay jokes."

CanMag.com: "Contriving homophobic sexual situations isn't funny. (It's funny when Jay and Silent Bob do it because they're actually pro-gay.) ... For it to devolve into gay jokes and F words is a sad disappointment."

Boxoffice: "According to an interview with [Rob] Corddry, co-writer Josh Heald went to college with the writers of the Harold and Kumar films. This should provide a clue as to the film's level of humor. To some, this will be good news. Others will justifiably fear the pulling of car keys out of a dog's behind, the gay jokes and the long and who-cares discussions about not upsetting the time continuum."

Rotten Tomatoes Show co-host Ellen Fox: "Hot Tub Time Machine: only [Craig] Robinson is funny. Corddry's awful. Cusack a depressing reminder of better 80s. Also? Lotsa Faggotgayhomo jokes!"

But Queerty pretty much sums it all up, proclaiming in a headline, "Hot Tub Time Machine Is So Stupid We Don't Even Care About the Terrible Gay Jokes"

There's something spooky about the moment Netflix figures out that you're gay, because you never 'tell' them, per se. It's not like Facebook, where you out yourself during the sign-up process in the hopes that your future husband will Poke you out of the blue and suggest getting coffee because you're both fans of The Spice Girls Reunion Tour (but instead all you get are customized ads on the right-hand third of your screen which are kind of embarrassing [in the pants-tightening sense of the word]).

Nope, Netflix uses its own little judgment algorithm to figure out that you're gay, and then tailors its movie recommendations to you based on their conclusion. It got me thinking: what hints have I been dropping to let them know which way I swing? And then I was like: oh yeah, all the hints. I've been dropping every hint in the Hint Book.

For example, the other night, I forced my new boyfriend to watch Girls Will be Girls with me -- one of my very favorite comedies of all time -- starring a cast of drag queens in a tale of a washed-up actress and the perky young ingénue who rents a room in her house. The insanely grotesque has-been, Evie, is played by the divine character actor Jack Plotnick; the up-n-comer, Varla, is played drag super-star Jeffrey Roberson (Varla Jean Mirman). Clinton Leupp plays poor Coco (drag wonder Coco Peru), the butt of many a joke, but the deliverer of many more. The "film" borrows heavily from classics like Sunset Boulevard and All About Eve, but those are from a million years ago, so, snore. Also: DRAG QUEENS <3 <3 <3.

T. Roth is Zipster08 is Loco Mama. The one-man show scored a viral hit (and novelty tee shirt) with last summer's unforgettable transsexual ode to a candy bra, "Candy Bra."

But Loco Mama's place as a Renaissance Wo/man of YouTube doesn't end with the flouting of edible undergarments. By no means would someone with as much pep as T. Roth leave her online followers standing still amid the settling dust of "Candy Bra." In fact, Loco Mama has continued her number of uploads, reaching a staggering 813 videos.

Here are five of her weirdest videos yet, including "parodies" (?) of Hoarders and The Golden Girls, and a shoutout to The Jonas Brothers (y-i-k-e-s-).

As if tweeting wasn't time-wasting enough, People magazine has an insanely addictive Tweet Ticker which constantly rotates through the latest celebrity postings on Twitter. In just five minutes, we learned that Adam Lambert has landed in Sydney, Tyra Banks will absolutely do another fiercely real teen model search, and Aaron Carter is in NYC dining at Moromoto and on a secret errand.

As a capper, pop singer David Archuleta (above) tweeted "Ooo wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep," a bit of goofiness worthy of CraigyFerg or Eddie Izzard. (I exaggerate, but who would have expected it?) And what? Aaron Carter's photo on his Twitter account is of him shirtless brandishing a "NOH8" badge? Well played, sir. And...another five minutes has been happily wasted.

Oh, Xtina. As official details about Miss Aguilera's new album, Bionic, begin to trickle forth, we can only imagine what its been like to stay creative with the hot breath of Lady Gaga -- remember, the person of indeterminate gender the "Dirrty" girl was so blissfully unaware of during her last promotional cycle? -- constantly at the back of one's neck. Right now, the outcome looks mixed.

PRO: For months, Aguilera has been bandying about names of various co-writers and producers she wanted to work with for the album, which is now scheduled to drop June 8. And it turns out that wasn't just lip service. Several cool (or at least semi-cool) kids have made the final cut, including Sia, Ladytron, and Le Tigre (who blogged about the experience of working with Xtina here). No word on the final fate of Goldfrapp, although in a recent Popjustice interview Allison admitted "we wrote her a song, but we have no idea what is happening with it. And that's because they haven't wanted to play it to us." But just to be safe, several other contributors now confirmed are familiar Top 10 types, including Linda Perry (the out lesbian and powerhouse writer-producer who penned "Beautiful") and Tricky Stewart (Beyoncé, Rihanna). Polow Da Don produced the lead single "Not Myself Tonight," which will premiere on ChristinaAguilera.com at 6pm EDT on Tuesday, March 30 and will be available from iTunes starting April 13.

CON: The artwork for both the single and the album look horribly dated. For an artist as image-conscious as Aguilera, we're frankly astonished she approved these. The former recalls something left over from Madonna's Sex book, while the latter evokes memories of way too many bad rave flyers. C'mon, Xtina, the "man machine"/cyborg thing has been done to death, from Kraftwerk to Janelle Monáe. (Speaking of ladies you should be keeping an eye on...) Don't stick what seems to be a forward-thinking record in such a tacky "futuristic" package.

Famous women are the best, don't get me wrong. Every last one of them is PRETTY MUCH perfect in their own way.

Just imagine, though, if they were actually drag queens. I KNOW!!! Way better, right?! The best part about drag queens, no doy, are their names. Let's take a walk down imagination lane, shall we?

Sarah Palin's back in the news, because even though she hates the environment, she just landed a reality show on the Discovery Channel! LOLOL, the irony! You know what irony is, don't you Sarah? Before you answer: it's not what bridges are made of.

If only Sarah Palin was a drag queen! She'd be a lot more likable, and her name would definitely be Moronica Von MILF. Shantay, you stay.

The summer I turned 20 I worked in a movie theater. I was an usher, I worked concession, I sold tickets. And my manager was a 17 year-old senior in high school. It was company policy that we call him "Mr. Jenkins." I had to choke it out every time I addressed him. Usually, to avoid it, I just said, "Hey, we're out of medium cups. I need the key to the stock room."

That's what I think it must have been like for Crystal to listen to whatever it was Miley Cyrus had to tell her as this week's mentor. "Oh, hey... Who are you again? Oh, really? You sing too? Oh, that's your Dad? Hilarious. I mean, great. That's nice. You think I'm good? Actually, yeah, I kinda know I'm good already. Well, it's been lovely meeting you. I'm going to go rehearse my song now."

Big Mike appears to have had a similar reaction, treating the star of next week's movie, The Last Song, (hence, her presence) more like a squeeze toy and giving her at least two sternum-cracking hugs.

The rest of the contestants responded to MC with a mixture of starstruck-itude (Aaron, Katie) or bland interest. For her part, Miley is a somewhat more interesting mentor than Martina McBride was that one time and has funnier stuff to say, things like how she thinks what she feels and feels what she thinks. Also that she is a fan of the contestants' music. Even though they have no music of their own. Translation: she never watches the show.

Quock is apparently a Chinese chef and cooking teacher, according to a tipster. Quock is also a septuagenarian, and it took him six hours to prepare himself for this performance at the God Bless The USA Cabaret Show at San Francisco's Herbst Theatre this past January.

It might just take us six hours to reel from whatever this is. Wow, Quock. Just...wow.