There are certain things that leave you staring at your phone like, “Wait, what?” And this week, it’s JoJo Siwa.
Yes, that JoJo. The one from back when Hannah Montana was still ruling the screen and Saturday mornings were colorful, sparkly, and filled with rainbow hair bows. I remember JoJo Siwa from way back — she was on all kinds of kiddies shows, dancing and spinning in glitter, loud colors, and high energy. That’s how I knew her.
But today? I’m seeing JoJo Siwa trending for being in a relationship with a man — Chris Hughes, a guy from Celebrity Big Brother UK (never watched it, don’t even know who he is). And I’m just here wondering: wasn’t JoJo the face of Gen Z lesbian pride just a few years ago?
Now she calls herself “queer.” And somehow, it makes sense in her world.
But in mine? I’m fablegasted.
The Flip-Flopping of Identity: What’s Really Going On?
Let me be honest here. I’m not a supporter of the LGBTQ+ movement. I’ve never been. I believe people have the right to live how they want — but I also believe there’s a difference between freedom and confusion.
And what I’m seeing right now in the media is confusion being sold as identity.
JoJo came out as lesbian. Loud and proud. She was even in a public relationship with another woman. People praised her for being brave. Now, she’s switched to dating a man, yet still claims a label that fits under the LGBTQ+ umbrella. That’s where I get confused.
How do we go from “I’m a lesbian” to “I’m queer and dating a man” without anyone questioning it? When did identity become something you can change like outfits?
Not Hating, Just Asking What’s Real
This blog isn’t to hate. But I won’t lie and say I understand or support it.
It’s hard to take it seriously when public figures jump from one identity to another, and society just nods along like it’s normal. Meanwhile, young people are watching, and nobody’s allowed to ask questions without being labeled “hateful.” 🙄
Well, I’ve got questions. And I’m not ashamed to ask them.
If being part of the LGBTQ+ community means switching sides, redefining terms, and rewriting your own rules whenever it suits you, then how is anyone supposed to understand — or even respect — the label?
Final Thoughts: I Miss Simpler Times
I miss the times when things felt a bit clearer. Words had meaning. Labels had limits. JoJo Siwa was just that colorful girl dancer on TV, and that was enough.
Now? It feels like identity is a marketing tool. A trend. A circus.
And me?
I’m just here, watching, still fablegasted.
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