Back in the early 1980s, I was one of those annoying “alternative” British teens who, when pressed, would admit they quite liked “Wham Rap!,” which extolled the freedoms of unemployment (“I’m a soul boy! – I’m a dole boy!”), and acknowledged he was “really talented,” but essentially dismissed George Michael as “too commercial.” Which in the inverted snobbery of the era essentially meant “uncool.”
And also – you may find this rather difficult to believe – “too straight.”
Me on the straightness – and subversive gayness – of George Michael for Rolling Stone. Read the full essay here.