I feel like we need to send Amy Poehler a toaster oven for bringing The Aubrey Plaza into that skit. And as a real lesbian, no less!
Also, she deserves a monogrammed toaster oven specifically from me for bringing out Tina Fey not just once but twice.
Hey, SNL, invite more of the show’s female alums back to host. Because when they do, they absolutely kill it. Not that I expected anything less from Amy, even if we’re in the midst of a one-sided TV/FIlm Wife standoff.
Yes, I know, I KNOW. This is an commercial. Corporations aren’t our friends. But, damn, if it isn’t catchy. And for the past month it’s been the jeans antidote to that awful Aryan Nation-esque American Eagle abomination from Sydney Sweeney. Also this ad is the only reason I know who KATSEYE is. And because I know who KATSEYE, the multi-cultural K-pop girl group, is I have learned that it includes not one but two out members. They are Lara Raj, who came out in March, and Megan Skiendiel who came out during Pride month. Aw, and their own music is pretty damn catchy too. And, again, not racist. Which can’t be said of the federal government. I mean, they creates a gory telenovela masterpiece where all the women are fighting over Jessica Alba (instead of a stupid man, yay) and a pussy wins at the end. 10/10, no notes as the kids say. I think. Happy Monday, kittens.
p.s. But seriously, here is Jessika AS Paul Hollywood! Why would you eliminate this? Why?!
Set in Washington Territory in 1854, the series follows the matriarchs of two very different families: one of wealth and privilege, bound by blood; and the other a found family of orphans and outcasts, bound by love and necessity. The families find their fates linked by two crimes, an awful secret, a star-crossed love, and a piece of land with silver underneath. The collision echoes the American struggle of the haves and have-nots, in a place just beyond the reach of justice.OK, but do they kiss? But, really, now smooch. Please, you were thinking it too. I guess we’ll find out when it premieres Dec. 4 on Netflix.
I put this song on one of my driving playlists this summer and I cannot overstate how much it lifts my mood whenever I’m out and about. Because no matter where I am or what I’ve been doing this song makes me have to move. My feet – when I’m not driving. My hands on the steering wheel when the feet are occupied. And screaming this at the top of your lungs in your car? Highly cathartic. Would recommend. 10/10. No notes. I heard Robyn is coming out with her first new album in seven years soon. Which, honestly, just knowing that makes my serotonin levels go up in anticipation. More joyous car dancing on my own, here I come. Happy Monday, kittens.
I mean, you drop that many original Oz references and you know I’ll have to write about it again. Hello, it’s in the name. I surrender! I thoroughly enjoyed Part One, so expect to also love me some “For Good.” And, of course, it would be even better – and of course gayer – if they actually made it gay. Elphaba and Glinda 4eva. Now that’s how you witch up for October. Friends of Dorothy, indeed.
If you have 23 minutes to spare, might I suggest you watch Kate McKinnon struggle her way through the hottest wings on the planet. But true to her new agrarian lifestyle, Kate is eating seitan wings, which for some reason are strangely chewy. Like, it’s plants… What is that pull? Anyway, there are worse things you can do with 23 minutes, is all I’m saying. Also, if you have five more minutes, might I suggest you catch Kate talking about luddite farm life, too? Because the world is hard enough right now. Have yourself 28 minutes of joy, I mean Kate McKinnon.
Look, have I now posted live performances of “Barracuda” three times this year? Yes, yes (and yes), I have. The first one was Heart. The second one was Chappell Roan. And the third time is the charm with Chappell and half of Heart, Nancy Wilson. And you’d better believe if that other half of Heart wants another go, I’ll post it again (again, again, again). So there. Because who can deny those guitar riffs? And why would you want to? Happy Monday, kittens.
Look, since we’re celebrating the fellas this week, I thought we should even things out with a gay white male too. You know, call it DEI for lesbians of color like me. Anyway, I didn’t get a chance to watch the Emmys because I was traveling. But I was beyond thrilled to hear Jeff Hiller won for “Somebody Somewhere.” It has truly been my favorite show of the last few years, this little show with the big queer heart as I like to describe it to anyone who will listen. I have watched and rewatched this lovely show about sweaty, and compassionate, middle-aged people. Jeff’s win feels like a win for all of us – especially considering the camera operator couldn’t find/didn’t know who Bridget Everett was. Don’t worry, we know. Congratulations, Team “Somebody Somewhere." Happy weekend, all.
What Kate Mulgrew said. I keep searching for what will finally, finally break the hold of Trumpism. Heck, I've read up on McCarthyism, and especially how it ended. We can still pull ourselves back from this madness and stupidity, America. And the rational and empathetic among us must do all we can in this moment to ensure we do. Otherwise, I fear even Captain Janeway herself can't save us.
