Olivier, Olivier, what were you thinking? You walked into an overtly traditional “family values” theme park wearing a gay marriage T-shirt and expected no push-back? No, of course that’s not what you did. You were looking for a fight. You certainly looked like you were looking for a fight … or at the very least like you wouldn’t have been sorry to find one.
Mind you, I’m no fan of Dollywood. I performed there several years ago and remember it as an sanctimonious bureaucracy. Part of me enjoys imagining how those park employees’ butts must have clenched at the sight of Olivier Odom’s boy hair and tattoos, then clenched even tighter as it became clear to them exactly what was going down.
But Odom’s tactics … I dunno. Maybe it’s the redneck costume, the implicit “Yo, bitch! You got a problem with me?” statement she seems to be making. There’s something off-putting about her that I doubt is going to win any hearts or minds.