Who is frank bruni dating
American journalist Bruni was born on 31 October 1964 in White Plains, New York, U. He graduated Phi Beta Kappa from the University of North Carolina with a B. Bruni did graduation being second in his class with a Master of Science degree in journalism from Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism, where he was also the winner of a Pulitzer Traveling Fellowship.
After graduation, he joined the staff of the New York Post and switched to The Detroit Free Press.
After years of skirting the issue of his sexuality with his father, a father who stayed silent after Bruni’s late mother told him then-younger Frank’s secret, Bruni recently had lunch with his dad to find out how he came to accept him.
Here is an excerpt from a piece worth reading twice.
Tomorrow’s 16-year-old will be less likely to confront, sort through and reject so many sad stereotypes of what it means to be gay or lesbian.
“Sometimes I just enjoy things and don’t let the provenance and pedigree bother me.” See how lowbrow he ate in this week’s New York Diet. He has opened up to his family and to many friends about who he is, not because he possesses any particular courage but because being honest involves less strain, less effort, than keeping secrets and dreading their exposure. What follows is a long-winded, third-person recounting of Bruni’s life as a gay man, from closeted teenager to partnered adult living in a house with a white-picket fence. Then he goes to college: I can speak for a 20-year-old college student. Bruni narrates himself as a young boy who doesn’t understand his feelings and as a teenager who quickly leafs through a weird book about being gay.This is otherwise known as “being in college.”Bruni writes that “he wishes there were a way to be honest without wearing a tag,” and that he was forced to live life “as someone to be tolerated.” Bruni was in a fraternity as an undergrad, and after graduate school became a Pulitzer fellow. As an adult, he resides in a nice home with his boyfriend, but chooses nonetheless to live in the shadows. A white picket fence surrounds the yard behind their red brick colonial. They have never hugged in the front yard, never kissed in front of a window, because what would the neighbors think?