@jcboy,
Thing is, I'm so old (I'm 71) I remember not knowing anything at all about homosexuality. I mean anything, even that it existed.
I'll admit I was sheltered in a religious girl's school and was an only child with minor social life until I got a job. I learned about it, such as I learned, in Psych 1A, so I was nineteen, but I considered it an, um, aberrance. Can't remember the exact word, started with d. In the early seventies, the love of my life was a now friend who turned out to not have come out yet and couldn't tell me. I went on with my life and that had to do with moving to sort of an arty place, where I had friends in the building dealing with if one woman could seduce this admittedly gay guy. We three talked about it with a nice glass of wine, and then I left.
Dummy started to catch on. That was around early '74.
The fellow I had been in love with was a navy doctor, and being out would have been major bad at the time. As years went by I knew a lot of gays, most of them guys in arty type careers, several of whom died; I've had female gay clients but that while clear wasn't the main conversation, it was how do you want to add on to the garage.
The change between back then and now has been coming all this time, but it has been, ah, jerky.
Foster is 20 years younger so let's say born in the early sixties. She went to some French academy in west LA for high school. People dying off when she came of age in the early 80's. Also, as a child actress, if I remember, she was probably watching others' behavior.
My point is that all this change has been sort of jumpy, and that you can think of blaming x or y person for being careful is...
a luxury earned by those who went before.