Vacation Vixen: Cate Blanchett

Starting off vacation/honeymoon with a tux. As one does.

My Weekend Wedding

I am getting married tomorrow. Yes, married. Yes, tomorrow. Yes, really. I have found the woman who makes every day feel whole. And I am blissfully, totally, unendingly happy that we have agreed to be each other’s forever. I am also grateful and proud that we are able to declare our love for each other and have it recognized by our city, state and federal government – at least for now.

Being in love in the age of Trump feels like, in itself, an act of rebellion. For marginalized groups, joy is resistance. We will resist the hatred. We will resist the bigotry. We will resist the corruption. We will resist the cruelty.

I don’t know what the days ahead and the rest of this administration will mean for our marriage. But I know that with her I can face anything. Holding each other’s hand we will shine light into the dark places and offer our other hands to those who need it. Thank you, in advance, for your well wishes. And, as always, thank you for reading. Happy wedding weekend, all. I am getting married tomorrow.

Turkey Basting Time

I have no idea whether this movie will be any good. But it’s got lesbians and a turkey, so you know I’m in. This feels a little like “What’s Cooking?” crossed with “Home for the Holidays.” Yes, I’m a tad worried about the straight male friend. But then, I’m always a tad worried about the straight male friend – and, you know, with reason.

Dance, Dance Revolution

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I do not know how to process the amazingness of this video. Kate McKinnon getting her dance ON with Leslie Jones at an SNL after party earlier this year. I just. I can’t. I… *watches it again* *and again* *and one more time* *yep, again* *one last time* *for science*

Ayiyiyiyi In the Carpool Lane

Somewhere in a parallel universe this is what happened to Xena and Gabrielle. They got married, moved to the suburbs, had kids and then raised them to be kick ass warrior princesses determined to smash the patriarchy. And, you know, in their downtime they still grab a Chakram and do a little smashing themselves.

Go Vote, Young Youth

The truth is, if Democrats are going to win in the midterms we’re going to have to get non-voters – particularly young people – to get out and vote. The other truth is there is no bottom low enough for Trump voters to stop supporting him. This isn’t about changing GOP voters’ minds. This is about finding people who don’t think their vote matters, or don’t think they have someone to vote for, or don’t care about voting period to actually get off the couch and cast a ballot. I don’t know what the answer is. When GOP voters happily vote against their own interests it makes things very hard. (Hey, how are those tariffs working out for you, blue collar America? Luxuriating in that extra $1.50 a week, working class white voters?) Anyway. Like I was saying, do you know any youths of voting age? Maybe talk with them and see if you can’t get them to register and vote. And even if you aren’t a youth, do you want these mean old fogies shaping our futures? Yeah, me either. Let’s www.vote.org like all our futures depend on it.

My Weekend Crush

This has been yet another an infernal week in an infernal month in an internal year in an infernal administration. But, guess what, we still deserve nice things. And happiness. And ecstasy. So here is Katie McGrath, yes that Katie McGrath of “Supergirl,” and Gemma Chan, yes that Gemma Chan of “Crazy Rich Asians,” making out in bed. Remember, for marginalized and oppressed communities, joy is an act of rebellion. So please, enjoy the hell out of this clip. Happy weekend, all.

p.s. Oh, and here they are making out naked in bed. What can I say, I’m a joy giver.

The Dismantling the Patriarchy Place

Hey, are you watching “The Good Place?” Of course you are. Do you love Tahani? Of course you love Tahani. Well please enjoy her actress Jameela Jamil talking about how the Kardashians and their “influencer” ilk as “double agents of the patriarchy.” Something to think about as her husband goes to the White House today to talk with his buddy The Hate Cheeto.

Oh, and be sure to watch “The Good Place” tonight instead of, say, the news. No one needs to see that meeting of the, uh, “minds.”

Vagitarians Unite

Look, I don’t necessarily think women should start having their vags compete. But if we did this would be the ultimate vadge diss track. Also, I would be remiss to allow Awkwafina’s moment pass without recognizing she started as a rapped, yo. And I think we can all agree that a vagina is 50 times better than a cis straight white male’s penis. In fact, 50 is low. Way low.

p.s. Good luck explaining to your co-workers what song you’re humming today.

No Text List

Everything is awful, per usual. Even more awful now thanks to our new, illegitimate, super rapey supreme court justice. And, to make matters worse, The Hate Cheeto can now text every single American and you can’t block it. Who wants to join me for a Hurl Your Phone Into The Sun Party?

A Lisbeth By Any Other Name

Man, I must be getting rusty. I had no idea Claire Foy was playing Lisbeth Salander until the trailers started showing up on my TV. And now I’m intrigued. And that is because I’ve been intrigued with Lisbeth Salander for more than eight years now. With each new incarnation – from Noomi Rapace to Rooney Mara/Therese Belivet to now Queen Elizabeth II.

Now I haven’t read the book, so I have no idea what’s happening in this film. I see there appears to be another woman squaring off with Lisbeth who likes to wear red. So there’s that. And, I also see that there is some sort of lady-on-lady action happening. But I don’t think either woman is Lisbeth, unless she is either a) taller and has longer hair than appears, or b) covering up her signature dragon tattoo because it is not visible on all that back. Ahem.



So, thoughts? Who has read the book? And if you have read the book, how day is it? I ask the important questions because I care.

My Weekend Crush

Kittens, I am unabashedly excited about this and I want everyone to know it. Now I’m already Doctor Who fan (having finally watched every.single.episode from the Tenth Doctor on – I’m working on the Eccleston season, I swear). But this Thirteenth Doctor, well, she certainly is something. And, believe you me, I love all the loaded language in these trailers. Who is in charge? She is. It’s about time. Damn right it is. Or, as we should say, it’s about timey-wimey. Happy bring on the new Doctor weekend, all.

Hannah & Her Fangirls

This is a short series I call Hannah Gadsby posing with people and/or things I like. It’s short because most of the known universe (no offense, Tasmanian friends) didn’t know who Hannah Gadsby was until this summer when “Nanette” was released. But now that it has, and we all loved it, and then she showed up at the Emmys, and we all loved it some more, I feel it is time to give Hannah her place within the (very short) pantheon of stars. I mean, isn’t meeting other famous people one of the main perks of being famous? Well, that and the money and the adulation and the People magazine covers – clearly.

Hannah & Sandra Oh

After the Emmys they apparently offered their services as the “hosts for the leaving early awards.” 10 out of 10, would hire.

Hannah & Jill Soloway (fine, Will Ferrell is also there)

Cast Hannah in “Transparent.” Now that Tambor is gone the series should just hire as many quality, non-trash people as possible to atone.

Hannah & Jodie Foster

This is what happens when you crank the gay up to 11.

Hannah & Lindt Chocolate Truffles

Highly relatable image is highly relatable.

Hannah & Her Dogs

Look, not all superheroes have alien cats. Some have Italian truffle hounds.

Also, while she’s not exactly posing with her, Hannah has a long series of photos petitioning to be fellow Aussie Ruby Rose’s understudy on Instagram. And, sometimes, a three-way comparison of herself, Ruby and Vladimir Putin because why not.



It is, well, it is well worth a look.

On Female Rage

Today I am heeding Meryl Streep’s battle cry to take my broken heart and turn it into art. The unprecedented chaos of living through this unprecedentedly cruel administration demands it. At this rate, we may all die of blind, unfiltered rage before 2020. Or exhaustion. Or fear. Or despair. But, mostly, rage. So here I give my grand treatise on female range in the age of Trump and the complicit GOP.

Men: It’s a scary time to be a man.
Women:


Men: But think of these men’s reputations
Women:


Men: Don’t be so hysterical.
Women:


Men: Well, she was drunk, so.
Women:


Men: Boys will be boys!
Women:


In conclusion, look out fellas. November is coming, and we are registered and ready.