I never would have imagined that Clay Aiken was gay.

Clay Aiken appears on the cover of the latest People magazine holding his infant son, Parker Foster Aiken, with the headline: “Yes, I’m Gay.”

The 29-year-old former “American Idol” runner-up, multiplatinum recording artist and Broadway star credits his son, conceived by in-vitro fertilization with friend and producer Jaymes Foster, with making him realize that he could no longer hide his homosexuality from the world.

I mean, talk about hiding it well…

Anyway, read the story. I’m glad he’s finally found the fortitude to tell us something we already know.

I’m back from Vegas and I’m tired. Real posting resumes shortly--that is, shortly after I get through this mass of emails that piled up while I was gone.

Update: None of which changes the fact that Renee Zellweger looks a bit like hell. I’m watching Leatherheads--a lightweight movie with a few laughs but little substance--and realized that Zellweger is plain homely now. For a brief, Jerry Maguire length of time, she was utterly gorgeous. Hell, she even looked good during the first Diary of a Mildly Chubby, Neurotic Woman flick, she has a certain charm. But now her face is squintier and now she’s just funny looking.

And she was poorly cast in the reporter with moxie role--a misfortune that comes close to ruining the film.