The reason that all of this bothers me is that angry, bitter people like me who don't want to inflict their hostility on innocents get lumped in with sad sacks of shite like him. I mean, here's a man who had every material advantage his parents could afford to provide him and still lacks the maturity needed to learn the lesson "it's not all about you, dude!" What looks like the maturity to realize that he shouldn't have kids is actually the spoiled brat in him telling him that they'd just cramp his style by forcing him to make big, scary decisions.
The only thing that can possibly soothe me is the realization that he'd have made a worse mess of Lawrence's outing himself than numb-skull Greg could have. Sure, Greg is a blasted moron who thinks that he's a freaking hero for having to tolerate a gay stepson but at least he does it. The same part of me that assumes that Elly and John would explode in blind rage if one of their kids was ungrateful enough to be gay assumes that the dipshit with the big, gay mustache and the fat Tom of Finland ass would still be holed up in a bar someplace waiting for Connie to calm the Hell down about how Lawrence betrayed them both. This is because in my mind, it's better to have a wrong opinion and be proven wrong than to have no opinion and wait for the dust to settle.