Music Monday: Want to Live Forever?

On the same day that Orange Stain threatened that “a whole civilization will die tonight” (but, of course, TACOed out), Brandi Carlile walked up to a piano and sang this rendition of Alphaville’s “Forever Young.” No, not Neil Young’s “Forever Young,” but the 80s German pop-synth group commenting on the Cold War nuclear standoff. Oh, how the times, they seem to never really change. Happy we’re still here I guess Monday, kittens.

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man

Can you imagine when this race is won?
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
The music's played by the, the mad man

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young

My Weekend Crush

Like, hopefully, the rest of the planet I am watching, enjoying and crying my dang eyes out – but this time with joy and pride – about everything happening with the Artemis II mission. From its wonderful crew to the exuberant wakeup songs to all those pictures of our gorgeous galaxy, it has been a true and endless delight remembering the best of us are still out there – in fact, all the way to the moon out there.

Seeing all these marvelously competent humans interact with kindness, while championing science and sharing their enthusiasm for exploration is a reminder that humankind isn’t all terrible. And if you didn’t shed a tear when the crew announced they were naming a previously undiscovered bright spot on the moon after Mission Commander Reid Wiseman’s late wife, Carroll, I have to question your humanity as well. Imagine, hurtling through space, as the physical manifestation of all your infinite grief and love – teardrops – float all around you. Truly, out of this world compassion. Plus, come on, it’s called Carroll. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: When Meryl Met Anna

Who amongst us hasn’t looked at this Vogue cover and immediately created an elaborate fantasy where Meryl is the masc and Anna the fem in a mad fashionable love story set at the Met Gala and/or Brandi Carlile’s Girls Just Wanna Weekend? (I know, I know – but wouldn’t it be hilarious to see Anna amid the Bramily?) Look, I’m no Wintour stan. But I’ll do anything for Merly, especially Meryl in a suit. So what Meryl wants, Meryl gets – in my imagination. Plus, it’s an age-appropriate imaginary relationship to boot! I mean, two 70-something women on the cover of Vogue together? I’d say someone check on Anna Wintour, but, you know.

Go, Cheeseburgers, go

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Just a not-so-gentle reminder that he will die some day. He really will. We know it because Rachel Maddow said it. And, well, it's true. Go, cheeseburgers, go. Now that is something to root for.

The Truth Is Fire

“Station Eleven” hive, rise up! This is our moment! This is our time! Now, please just make the new “Scully” queer! Look, as long as cool shit is happening for the new “X-Files” reboot coming to Hulu from “Sinners” and “Black Panther” mastermind Ryan Coogler we might as well dream even bigger. But if you were among the dedicated few with excellent taste who loved the artful apocalypse series “Station Eleven,” you will be beyond thrilled at news that two of its stars, Himesh Patel and Danielle Deadwyler, will be the leads of the new sci-fi series. They’ll be playing “new original characters in the series.” So, yeah, technically no queer Scully. But that doesn’t mean Danielle’s character can’t still be wlw. I am just saying, the truth is out there. Also if they bring Gillian Anderson back as Scully us gays will still consider it a win. I mean she already called the scrtipt "fucking cool," so LFG. We saw her in “The Fall,” we know what’s possible. Believe.

Music Monday: Rita Fever Forever

Just a quick reminder from Rota Moreno, circa 1976, to never let a man diminish your light – especially if that man is an Animal. Know your worth, ladies and gentlethems. Know your worth. Also, holy crap, Rita was a hottie. Sorry, and continues to be a hottie 50 years later still. Respect where respect is due. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

So, yeah, this has been a disappointing and, truly, sad time for all the Buffy fans left out there. News that the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” reboot/continuation series at Hulu with Sarah Michelle Gellar and Chloé Zhao is no more seems incomprehensible. But, as always, there was one dude who didn't get it, so nobody gets it anymore. And then shortly after that massive let down, the terrible news of Nicholas Brendon’s passing shocked fans anew. Like what a truly fucked up time for what’s left of the Buffyverse. Still, in the end, Buffy will survive because of what she meant to us, and what the show means despite its toxic creator, clueless executives and troubled co-stars. She was about finding the strength to fight off any apocalypse with the help of your friends. And anything can be accomplished if we’re all ready to be strong. Buffy forever. Happy weekend, all.

Spacewoman

So Kristen Stewart is going to make her lead TV/streaming debut playing Sally Ride in a new Prime Video show. The limited series will follow Sally’s journey to become the first U.S. woman in space and also her role in the investigation of the Challenger explosion tragedy. No word on whether they’ll cover Sally’s sexuality, which she famously hid until after her death. But you gotta imagine if Kristen is playing her, they’ll make her queerness front and center – I mean, we have to believe, right? I gotta hand it to her, when K-Stew plays a real person she sure picks really interesting and complicated women. Savannah Knoop/J.T. Leroy, Joan Jett, Jean Seberg, Princess Diana. Now that’s what I call range -- all the way to outer space.

p.s. This also serves as a bonus tank top because I kinda skimped out on the content Tuesday.

Cup Runneth Over

I’ve been jonesing for more (Gordon Ramsay-free – sorry, he is just not the cooking dude for me). So, obviously, I had to check out Padma Lakshmi’s new food competition show “America’s Culinary Cup.” Is it basically “Top Chef,” but with an anxiety-inducing train-station scoreboard and less charismatic fellow judges? Yes. Does it still have Padma Lakshmi in a neverending series of stunning gowns? Am I bummed one of the lesbians got kicked off this week? Obviously. But, we still have at least one left. Don’t worry, I’m still watching “Top Chef” again too. I mean, their host is sapphic so we keep wining no matter what. Now that’s what I call eating well. Ahem.

Tank Top Tuesday: Legend Edition

Just because I was feeling nostalgic this week already, how about some vintage Helen Slater. Since that new Supergirl movie is coming out soon, how about our O.G. Supergirl. That of course led me to the “Legend of Billie Jean,” which as we all know is the root for ⅓ of all Gen X lesbians. Anyway it’s a Tuesday and yes, of course, that counts as a tank top.

Music Monday: Hard Memories

When this cover of Bob Dylan’s seminal protest song came out we didn’t know that one day a bloated orange psychopath would start yet another shitty war in the Middle East yet. We definitely didn’t know that same orange turd was gonna become president – twice. I mean, at this point we didn’t even know he’d one day shill for that shitty stuffed crust Pizza Hut pizza. We also didn’t know Tom Cruise was in a crazy churchcult. And we didn’t know this was probably the last we’d hear from Edie Brickell because she was gonna marry Paul Simon. As, ignorance continues to be bliss. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

If Tina is on the TV, even if it’s TVs in the UK, imma crush on it. Duh. So My Fake TV/Film/Cross-Continental Show Host Wife was the first host for the new “Saturday Night Love” UK last weekend. I haven’t watched the whole show because, well, I rarely watch the full United States show. Now I gotta add a whole Kingdom? Anyway, back to Tina. Can I say I’ve always liked her dress shorts, chunky Oxfords and thick glasses aesthetic? It’s a little 90s Riot Grrrl and I’m into that. Also, did Tina have an almost wardrobe malfunction at the start there with her vest? And it isn’t even my birthday. Happy weekend, all.

Hacks for the Memories

How is an incredible, groundbreaking and whip smart show like “Hacks” ending after only five seasons when at least one and for several years multiple “The Big Bang Theory” extended television universe shows have been on the air continuously since 2007? Sigh. Life isn’t fair, bitches. I mean, a universe where Deborah Vance can’t tell one little single joke? Yeah, we knew that couldn’t last. I just hope Ava finally gets some. That whole Christina Hendricks thing was such a tease. Though, obviously, you should never fuck a Republican. And, on that note, they’d better not make the great pantless Cherry Jones another lesbian Republican. Though, I see pantlessness may be a theme this season, and I’m not mad at it. Not mad at all. Except, of course, about “Hacks” ending.

A Bridger-ton-of-Lesbians

So, guess I’m going to have to start watching “Bridgerton” again. I don’t know how many of you have kept up with this alternative history early 19th Century romance series. I admittedly haven’t watched regularly since the first season. And, I liked it well enough. But I’m just not really a period piece person – at least not with TV shows. Also, even though it was wonderfully diverse and has queer actors in the cast, its characters have been overwhelmingly, you know, heterosexual. This last season I did hear flutters about flirtations between Francesca Bridgerton and Michaela Stirling. But, hello, they made them the whole next season. Yes, Virginia, you can have your very own sapphic Regency romance! I don’t know anything about Francesca and Michaela except they are played by Hannah Dodd and Masali Baduza and their shipper name, duh (Franchael, by the way). But I am kinda excited to catch up and get to know them. All I know is there better be a lot more than back of hands touching. Bring on the double bodice ripping! Luckily, and also unluckily, we’ll probably have two years to get up to speed as the new season has just started filming and the show has averaged two years between season so far. Sheesh, making us wlws wait for it, aren’t they?