My Weekend (Canceled) Crush

Well, I guess we should talk about “The L Word: Generation Q” cancellation. I mean, we all expected it (hell, I prematurely called it when I mistakenly thought the penultimate episode could be my last Pre-L for the show ever). But it’s still what can best be described as a bummer. Symbolically, canceling the one show that focuses entirely on queer women’s lives really is the cherry on the Cancel Your Gays cake. Remember when we just wanted them to let our queer characters live? Now they won’t let whole damn shows live. Whenever I start to think that maybe, maybe we’re getting somewhere truly significant with our representation, mainstream media decides we’re still expendable and not part of their core mission. And it’s a reminder that corporate America sees diversity and inclusion initiatives as fringe benefits to be quickly cut loose when times get a tad tougher.

Like, I’m sure Amazon Prime only have “A League of Their Own” those four episodes because they knew the fallout would be so shattering if they didn’t (or, well, because they’ve got an overall deal with one of the creators who also happens to be head of another show on the same streamer they’ve actually put a big publicity push behind…).

But, as with everydamnthing these days, a reboot might still be alive and kicking. Per Deadline, The Ilene Chaiken is in development to reboot the series as “The L Word: New York” or some such thing. Think “Sex and the Lesbians” or “And Just Like Gay…” Lol. I have absolutely no comment on what a Chaiken NY reboot would mean for us other than to say please leave the stray dogs, circus tents and breast cancer storylines out of it.

I will be sad if this is the last we’ve seen of Bette, Tina, Shane and Alice. While TiBette got their storybook wedding (though, I still have questions for their wedding suit tailors), Alice got her Tasha and Shane got...well, at least she still looks very Shane today. I hate to say it, but there aren’t too many of the Generation Q characters I will miss. I mean I thought they were mostly likable. But, yeah.

In the end, TLWGQ — while sometimes more well structured (though, clearly not always - they sure dropped the Gini/Dani relationship like the most unceremonious hot potato for apparently no reason) than the original — was never truly more fun than the original. And that may have as much to do with timing as anything else. Back when TLW premiered in 2004 it felt like a revelation. A show about us! Sure, it didn’t encompass all of us (which has always been one of its issues), but then no show can truly represent the vast spectrum of queer women. And they did make much more of an effort with the reboot. But the vitalness of seeing ourselves, well, it’s not as urgent thanks to begrudging progress.

Now, at least before they were canceled, you could find yourself in a show about superheroes or marooned high schoolers or warrior nuns of unimaginably glamorous international assassins, etc. etc. It didn’t have to be a group of well-to-do queer women in LA. It could be anywhere. And while I certainly appreciate all the representation and think our ubiquity is key to equality, it still hurts when the thing that was explicitly ours is taken away. So thanks for being their TLWGQ. Our stories always deserve to be told. I mean, it’s the way that we live and looooove after all. Happy weekend, all.

Gaysian Excellence

So it has become, entirely unplanned, a bit of an Asian Excellence week here at Surrenders. First I rant about Kristen Kish’s new Disney+/NatGeo show being ignored by the marketing department, and now I’m all about the female Asian The Hangover, but with a more meaningful cultural foundation than a bunch of drunk white dudes at a bachelor party. It also stars freshly anointed Oscar nominee Stephanie Hsu, who did you know since EEAAO she has finished three other movies AND a TV series? Our gal be bizzzzy, and I’m here for it. Anway, back to the movie at hand. I’ve watched both the red band and green band trailers multiple times now and I’ve laughed ever.single.time. So, yeah, imma see this. And while it may appear most of the characters are aggressively straight (not that there’s anything wrong with that), the actor playing Cousin Deadeye is nonbinary comic Sabrina Wu. Also, Stephanie is maybepossiblyprobably queer of some sorts too, though honestly I can’t find any official coming out. But the literal OSCARS added her to the list “Pride Guide: 15 LGBTQ+ Filmmakers and Actors on The Rise” last summer. So, as I was saying, it’s Gaysian Excellence week. Respect.

Where In the World?

So I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting and WAITING for Nat Geo and/or Disney+ to drop a “Restaurants at the End of the World” trailer for Kristen Kish’s new food travel show. It involves everything I like in my television: exotic locales, lots of food and lesbians. But the show freaking premiered exactly a week ago, and all I can find is this bootleg trailer. I don’t know, studios, but maybe have you considered promoting your content? Especially if it features queer female leads, which are an endangered species in today’s entertainment landscape? Just a suggestion. Anyway, this is me telling you a show featuring a very talented (and, uh, hot) lesbian chef of color going to restaurants all over the globe is currently airing, so maybe go watch it if you can find it. Again, just a suggestion.

Tank Top Tuesday: Fetch Me My Axe

Whew, it’s been a week. Here’s a tank top for my tardiness this Tank Top Tuesday. And, you know, a battle axe.

Music Monday: Boygenius Edition

Please enjoy this entirely lesbian sentence: Queer indie supergroup boygenius has tapped Kristen Stewart to direct its upcoming music videos. That’s, like, so gay, dude. But before that happens, please enjoy this video for “Not Strong Enough” shot by boygenius themselves — Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers and Lucy Dacus. So if you’re into watching three very talented young queer white women having a fun road trip together, please enjoy. Though, I have no comment on their respective batting stances. Also, don’t worry, when the K-Stew directed video drops, I’ll let you know. Happy Monday, kittens.

Follow the Queer Brick Road

That’s right, more “Yellowjackets” adjacent content coming at ya because I promised you a week and want queer female-led media to survive and thrive. Fresh off the lipstick-smudged launch of her new lady relationship, Jasmin Savoy Brown is having a moment. Here the “Yellowjackets” star is in the very gay (like, it’s about finding love at the world’s loneliest Wizard of Oz fan convention) music video for indie queer musician Lucy Dacus, who makes up one-third of queer indie supergroup Boygenius along with Julien Baker and Phoebe Bridgers (who also appears in the music video for some hot witch-on-witch action with “Grey’s” star E.R. Fightmaster). Honestly, we need Alice’s chart at this point to help us keep track of all the queer lady connections in “Night Shift.” But major props to Lucy for making sure she gets to make out with Jasmin in the video. Like, honey, always shoot your shot. If the Ruby Slipper fits, kiss her. Also, damn, could you imagine being able to watch your favorite queer artists make out with each other in music videos when you were growing up? Yeah, what a world, what a world.

But Can We Have More Cheerleaders

While this post is not Yellowjackets specific, it is Yellowjackets adjacent given the presence of Melanie Lynskey. She and Clea DuVall and Natasha Lyonne had a “But I’m a Cheerleader” reunion last month and it’s doing by Gen X lesbian heart so much good. I did my own journalisming and found out the women reunited at a W magazine shindig celebrating “2023 Greatest Performances Occasion” or some banal party excuse like that. Clea and Melanie look like they arrived together, which also does my heart good. Honestly, can we just start casting Melanie in more lesbian shows, because she seems to be the common thread when it comes to series with queer female leads surviving the Cancel Your Gays axe for a second season (basically “The Last of Us” and “Yellowjackets”), which given her characters on both those shows is fairly ironic and not Alanis-ironic. I’d love a “But I’m a Cheerleader” sequel where we see these grown up women now. I mean, if they can keep churning out endless adaptations of Batman, Superman and Spider-Man, they can at least give us one more movie about lesbian cheerleaders, right?

Wilderness at Heart 2

How have we not discussed this trailer yet? Though, am I the only one annoyed by the addition of Elijah Wood? Like, I get it, shows add people in new seasons. But did it have to be a famous dude? Now his hobbity face and placid eyes will be all up in my female wilderness trauma and it just annoys me. Granted, things didn’t work out so well for Adam last season. So, if that’s the plan I will withdraw my previous complaint. But, yeah, can’t we just focus on having a phenomenal female cast for once?

Anyway, I don’t really know what’s in store for this new season. I mean we’ve already had murder, mystical woodland rituals, bear death and human popsicles, with heavy hinting at cannibalism. Speaking of new males, the trailer seems to show us a beardy fellow who might meet an untimely demise. So if in the end the person they eat is some rando forest dude instead of one of their team, honestly, I’d be here for that energy. I’m also very much here for the trailer showing off their casting department’s skill. Like, look at this masterful casting, just LOOK!

But, as a lesbian…supporter, I’m mostly here for the reunion between Taissa and Van. We got the Adult Van we wanted in Lauren Ambrose, and if you aren’t excited to watch former high school lesbian sweethearts turned wilderness survivors/possible cannibals who reunite as adults politicians/possible nerd store owners, well, it’s like we never survived a plane crash in the Canadian Rockies together or something.

Just A Wilderness Girl

Welcome to Yellowjackets week, where we rejoice in all things Yellowjackets before the show’s premiere this weekend. As one of the few new shows with queer female leads to survive the Cancel Your Gays purge (pour one out for “Willow,” the lastest victim), I can’t emphasize enough how much I want this series to succeed in its second season. And I also can’t emphasize enough how cool this cover of No Doubt’s “Just a Girl” is by Florence + The Machine. Now I’m just a girl who is a big fan of slowed down, creepified covers (see: why I watched “Stalker” much longer than I should have). So this fits the bill and then some. Plus, how can you resist the adorable cast in character lip syncing for their life? Hell yeah, ladies, let’s go eat some people in the frozen wilderness together. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Lesbian Party Bus) Crush

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Ladies, gentlemen, thems and theys, we have a new “dance like nobody's watching”-goal to aspire to. Let us all enjoy this weekend like celesbians on a Lesbian Party Bus. Now, you may ask, what is a Lesbian Party Bus? Well, it’s a bus filled with famous lesbians, their significant others and closest friends. In short, it’s a Lesbian Party Bus. Thanks to an exhaustive and masterful display of journalisming over at Autostraddle, we know all of the LPB participants. A quick rundown includes celesbian couples Sarah Paulson & Holland Taylor, Tig Notaro & Stephanie Allynne, and Abby Wambach & Glennon Doyle. Also on board were Allison Janney, Carla Gallo, “The Fosters” alum Sherri Saum, “The Talk” co-host Amanda Kloots, director Lee Rose, and a coupla requisite dudes. Again, you can see how this wildly interesting pack is all connected here. But I just want to say if I every have the occasion to rent a party bus and pack it with a host of my most dear and talented friends, you’d better fucking believe we’re going to do a drunken singalong to “Closer to Fine.” This is perhaps the most relatable any celesbian has ever been. Party like you’re on the Lesbian Party Bus, kittens. Happy weekend, all.

The End of Us

Spoilers: I will be discussing the first season finale of “The Last of Us” in full. If you haven’t watched and don’t wanna know, stop reading. I have lots of women in tank tops for you to enjoy instead. Or, read it and know the insidious ravages of time will no doubt make you forget whatever you read once you finally get around to watching anyway. Your call. We’re all adults (probably, and to any Youths welcome but be aware I’m just a middle-aged lesbian who likes to yell at my TV while I watch my stories).

Well, at least they got to pet some giraffes. As a non-gamer, I didn’t know what was coming for us at the end of the first season of “The Last of Us.” Instead I watched silently as the show became a first-person shooter in the name of love. The moral ambiguity of killing good (or at least goodish) people to save someone you love is one most of us don’t like to think about too much. It’s the old trolley problem, but with your significantiest someone tied to the other train tracks. So, like, we all deeply get what Joel did. (And, don’t get me started on the dubiousa-at-best saving the world science that put Ellie on those metaphorical tracks.)

But, here’s the other thing, we all deeply get that things will never be the same, either. Ellie (who Bella Ramsey continues to play beyond brilliantly) was a different person in the finale than the rest of the season. The trauma she endured thanks to the Bible-Thumping Pedo Cannibal cult clearly left a deep psychological mark, as those kinds of horrors are wont to do. This is not to say she didn’t go through terrible things before, like her finale revelation that she had to kill her best friend/first love Riley when she went all rabid mushroom. (Thank goodness for the small mercies of sparing us that scene, show. Truly.)

So when Ellie asks Joel if he told her the truth about what happened at the Firefly hospital, she knows he’s lying to her. And he probably knows she knows he is lying. But that’s what happens sometimes when you love someone, you lie to them.

Part of what has made TLOU such great television is the at times grim and other times grimly glorious mirror it has held up to our humanity. Our instinct for survival, at any cost. The weight and wonder of human connection. The power of loss and reverberation of trauma. We’ve watched a father become a father again. A teenager finds the parent she never had. So many people die. Good people. Bad people. Mushroom people. And an indifferent world that just keeps on spinning.

In the end, this might be the show that makes me not want to survive a zombie apocalypse. Because what’s left of the world seems made for people made of harder stuff than me. I don’t know if I have the right combination of luck and ruthlessness to succeed at the end of the world. Or maybe, I just don’t have the motivation anymore. Love makes you do the wacky, or as according to TLOU lore, you keep going for family.

I hope the next season brings us more beauty and heartbreak from this found family. May it keep giving us reasons to look toward the light amid all the relentless darkness. And, well, at least we know for sure it’ll be gay.

Second Inning, Sorta

Let’s all experience a roller coaster together. “A League of Their Own” has been renewed! Wheee! Amazon Prime has agreed to a second and final season for the series. OK, not sure why they have to be so final about it, but grateful still. And it will only be four episodes long. What the? Oh, and none of that is actually finalized yet, so probably keep hounding Amazon Prime maybe!?!?!?!?

So that was yesterday afternoon’s roller coaster of queer lady emotions. Yay, the show we love is coming back, fine, it’s for a final season, shit, made up of only four episodes, what, and maybe not even that or maybe more? Anyway, keep bugging Amazon Prime is what I heard out of all of this so I am dutifully doing that.

But mostly I’m just tired. I’m tired of having to beg for good things. I’m tired of queer women and POC’s stories being treated as niche and unmarketable. I’m tired of having to fight and scrap for the continuation of unquestionably good things (it has a 94% on Rotten Tomatoes for crying out loud — by comparison “The Last of Us” which has been heavily touted and critically lauded has a 96% rating). I’m tired of any programming that isn’t default made for a white cis het male audience being generally ignored, under promoted and outright cancelled. I’m just damn tired.

But I guess if four more episodes is all we get, well, you’d better believe we’re going to make the most out of them. And I have faith that Abbi Jacobson and Will Graham will treat these women, their lives and these stories with the respect and dignity and joy they deserve. Let’s play ball, even if only for a little while longer.

Everything Oscars All At Once

I’ll admit, somewhere toward the middle of the more than three-and-a-half affair when the German War Movie was picking up technical award after technical award, I started to worry. But Everything Everywhere was All At Once Oscars. Asian Excellence for the win! And the show went off without a single case of on-stage millionaire-on-millionaire violence. So, uh, progress?

While I thought the telecast was overall a tad dull and none of the bits landed with much more than a sensible chuckle (well, other than when Hugh Grant — who had previously given one of the most intentionally caddish red carpet interviews I’ve ever seen— rightfully compared his face to a scrotum), I was generally pretty pleased with the winners. Michelle Yeoh! Ke Huy Quan! The Daniels! Yes, I was rooting for Angela Bassett to do the thing (or perhaps for Stephanie Hsu to pull off the dark bagel upset). Yes, I’m happy for Brendan Fraser even though “The Whale” ain’t it. And what did I tell you about Sarah Polley? (She also happened to be one of the only notable female stars at the Oscars in a tuxedo, so a grateful Lesbian Nation thanks her for her service.)

Other than that, the blah beige “champagne” carpet set the style tone. Given that I watch this show every year in sweatpants and a hoodie, I really don’t have anything substantive to say other than these folks sure are nice to look at. So here are the rest of my extremely queer observations from Hollywood’s biggest night. The Good, the Gay and the SGALGG from this year’s Academy Awards.

Angela Bassett & Michelle Yeoh

This is the moment that made the AP go Horny on Main.

And, honestly, can you blame them? Because *low whistle*

Cate Blanchett

Cate recycling her luxury hotel curtains to make an elegant drapey top for the Oscars feels like the ultimate admission that she was rooting for Michelle this whole time too.

Stephanie Hsu & Everyone Everywhere All At Once

getting hit on by Florence Pugh

getting armtime with Angela

making the edibles kick in with David Byrne

and finally getting a (loving) talking to from Mother Evelyn

Florence Pugh & Her Bed Sheets

I like Flo a lot. And I too would prefer to show up at formal events in my fitted sheet and shorts with pockets.

You also have to give her bonus points for changing into her duvet for the after party. Extra double bonus points for hitting on Daughter/Stephanie and Mother/Michelle in the same night, too.

Sarah Polley

Honestly, I would wear exactly the same thing if I ever went to the Oscars. So the Relatability Queen wins again.

Jessica Chastain

The only celebrity to wear a mask all evening.

Also, she got to hold hands with Halle Berry and hug Michelle Yeoh so who is the real winner here?

The Female Torso

If the blah carpet’s signature color was bridal white, the Vanity Fair afterparty’s theme was Gray’s Anatomy. Cause you got an anatomy lesson from all the exposed rib cages, upper abs, lower abs and bra-like offerings on display at the after parties.

And now, onto the GGALGG:

Ariane DeBose & someone’s upset husband

Janelle Monae & someone who isn’t Tessa Thompson

Tessa Thompson & Flo & the Duvet Cover

Cara Delevingne & Jamie Lee Curtis

Rebel Wilson & fiancée Ramona Agruma

Sarah Paulson & Queen Latifah

Don’t worry, Dana actually brought Eboni Nichols as her date.

Olivia Wilde, Sarah, Tracee Ellis Ross, Holland Taylor, The Queen

I don’t even know how to describe this other than some kind of Lesbian Moonie Wedding Ceremony.

Sharon Stone, Sarah, Holland, Sienna Miller & Patricia Clarkson

And then this is, obviously, the reception where they’re recruiting for more Queer Sister Wives, duh.

Still, I think the best moment from the whole night was Halle Berry, the first woman of color to ever win a Best Actress Oscar, handing the first Asian woman and second woman of color ever to win her Oscar. That and Michelle, Halle and Jessica walking off like this. Women. I sure do like us.

Music Monday: Still Our Girls

If you’re looking for the best way to spend 22 minutes this Monday you can’t find a better endeavor than the Indigo Girls Tiny Desk Concert. I got to see our Girls last year during Pride Month, having not seen them since well before the pandemic. And recently, while going through boxes of shit containing remnants of my life, I found a ticket stub from 1995 for one of their shows (though not the first I saw, but sadly I think that ticket has been lost to time). So, yes, I’m a damn fan. I think one of my favorite things about following a band over the decades like this is to see, and especially hear, their progression. Yes, Emily and Amy’s voices have changed. But those changes are earned and it’s a privilege to witness time work its mysteries on your favorite artist. So enjoy. And singalong because we know you know the words. Happy Monday, kittens.

p.s. Plenty of Oscar talk coming later this week. Plenty.

p.s.s. Plenty of TLOU talk coming later this week too. More than plenty.

My Weekend Crush

I have no idea who the Sparks are, and honestly don’t really care. But I do care about Cate Blanchett dancing around in headphones and a banana-yellow suit for 3 uninterrupted minutes. While it is living against my own grain (hello, Carol reference), I will not be rooting for Cate this Sunday at the Oscars. First, she’s already got two shiny, naked golden men at home. And second, yeah, gotta give it up for Michelle Yeoh this award season. I rewatched EEAAO for the third time earlier this month and it still deserves all the awards — it deserves the everything bagel of awards, but in a good way. But back to Cate and her Elaine dancing. I have, again, no idea the backstory to this and actually don’t really care. I just like the thought of one of the greatest actresses of our generation and an iconic lesbian crush object zany dancing for our pleasure. Also, I think queer women should turn the Cate Crying in Her Latte dance into a thing like the Wednesday TikTok dance. Let’s go, lesbians, let’s go. Happy weekend, all.

Out in the Wilderness

Gotta love those Gen Z stars. If yesterday was all about my Gen X feelings, today is about the exuberant joy of Gen Z-er Jasmin Savoy Brown’s coming out. The “Yellowjackets” and “Scream” star launched her new relationship on Instagram, which is now unfortunately a thing across generations but I digress. What I like about Jasmin’s post is the unbridled joy/sweet lady kisses with which she declares her new love, Anouk. I don’t know anything about Anouk, but Jasmin’s lipstick sure looks good on her. May your life be an endless parade of les bisous français, my dear. Welcome to the family. Unfortunately Ellen was in charge of toaster ovens, and she’s retired. But, you know, have one in spirit.

Fade into Kelly

Time for a mid-week music break. While nothing can compare to the beautiful melancholy of Hope Sandoval’s “Fade Into You,” Kelly Clarkson acquits herself more than respectably on this timeless Mazzy Star classic. The grip this song has on my Gen X heart cannot be denied. Let’s get dreamy together, kittens.

Back from Somewhere

I just finished a rewatch of this hilarious, heartfelt show that lovingly embraces the families we make for ourselves wherever we find ourselves — in this case in the corn fields of middle America. So I am beyond thrilled that this understated show got a second season starting soon. I truly hope more people start to watch. Not just because that will mean possibly a third season for me to watch (let us hope against hope in this streaming economy — also there are queers in this show so how it escaped the last Cancel Your Gays purge is beyond me), but also because this kind of big-hearted storytelling is truly lovely. And, honestly, more people could use more of that in this world. Welcome back. show, for everybody everywhere.

Music Monday: Monday Murmurs

How the fuck is it already the first Monday of March? How about we give the rapid progression time the greeting it deserves instead? As in, you suck! Kidding. Sort of. Not entirely. But how better to celebrate the world as we know it eventually getting swallowed by the sun than to flash back to younger, more heady days. Now, I knew all about Lesiha Hailey before she ever charted on “The L Word” from both her truly great 1997 lesbian movie “All Over Me” (that soundtrack still lives happily rent-free in my head) and also from her truly fun 90s band band The Murmurs (with Heather Grody). I picked up “Pristine Smut” on a whim in a bargain bin, and instantly fell in love. And then, well, I was a fan for life. This was also around the time Leisha and k.d. lang because perhaps the first celesbian couple — though of course k.d. was much more famous at the time. This was before Ellen and Anne (R.I.P.), and well before Melissa Etheridge and Tammy Lynn Michaels. But just look at those adorable baby gays. Seems both like a second ago and a lifetime away. Suck it, time! Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Age-Appropriate) Crush

The older I get the more truly great acting impresses me. It’s not just the mimicry, which while an undeniable skill isn’t what makes great acting great. It’s the ability to tap deeply into the emotions behind the movements. The power to make the make believe real through nothing more than a performance is a special kind of witchcraft. And, damn, if that doesn’t make Bella Ramsey the best kind of witch (not worst, see what I did there since they used to be on “Worst Witch”…Fine, I’ll see myself out).

As an avowed lover of apocalypse/disaster art, I’ve loved “The Last of Us” almost more than seems healthy. And I’ve loved it, in large part, because of the stunning work by Bella and Pedro Pascal as Ellie and Joel. While the show can be unbearably tense at times (and given me a whole new fearsome appreciation of mushrooms), what has impressed me perhaps the most is how well Bella has been able to tap into the universality of being a teenager in an impossible situation.

At 19, the nonbinary actor is utterly, heartbreakingly, unmistakably believable as a teenager just trying to stay alive in an apocalyptic hellscape. They can be totally annoying one second, totally terrified the next and cracking bad dad jokes when it’s all over. Bella’s Ellie feels real. You’ve met teens like this. Maybe you were a teen like this. But you never had to face faceless fungus monsters or ruthless murderous raiders. That push-pull of their character as she navigates an insane world while continuing to be a smart alecky teen on one side and a terrified child on the other — with the added pressure of the whole saving the world things on top of all that — makes Ellie as poignant as heroines get.

But then, we knew Bella was something special since their days as Lady Lyanna Mormont on Game of Thrones. While I can’t help but look back at that series through the lens of its maddeningly disappointing ending, Bella’s work as the tiny, fearless leader of the Bear Islands is among the show’s most memorable. Lady Mormont was one of the few killed off characters to get a proper hero’s death. And I’ll forever associate Bella with that “Go, little rock star” energy.

One of the other more refreshing things about Bella is their very Gen Z-esque “get used to it” attitude about sexuality and gender identity. They’ve come out as nonbinary (without, they’ve said, true pronoun preference choice). They’ve also revealed they wore a binder during much of “The Last of Us” filming. And that they’ve had many good conversations with Pedro (who has a trans sister) about gender and sexuality, which is all kinds of lovely and obviously shows in their onscreen chemistry.

Of the queer storylines on the show (including the Bill & Frank episode which no one has recovered from emotionally and the upcoming storylines around Ellie’s relationship with Dina — who everyone is pretty sure we caught a brief glimpse of in Episode 6), Bella is gratefully blunt. They told GQ magazine this about backlash to the queer storylines in TLOU games and series:

“I’m not particularly anxious about it. I know people will think what they want to think. But they’re gonna have to get used to it. If you don’t want to watch the show because it has gay storylines, because it has a trans character, that’s on you, and you’re missing out.”

Like I said, go little rock star. And, on a totally superficial note, I’m loving their red carpet and photoshoot styles recently. In an appreciative way, not a lecherous way because I am An Old and 19 is just waywayway too young to even think about in that way. Happy weekend, all.

p.s. Honestly, I’m not even going to dignify the “Bella’s not attractive enough to play Ellie” troll comments that were spawned by their casting because this is a character that’s supposed to be 14 years old WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT YOU WANT TO GET A BONER FROM THE CASTING OF A TEENAGE PART.

Gender Fuck Thursday: SGALGG at SAG Edition

I didn’t watch the SAG Awards because I think they only streamed on YouTube or something really annoying (like, I still have cable and couldn’t figure out how to watch them at all and have never felt more like an Old trying to find My Stories on the lightbox). Anyway, apparently some really cool shit happened like James Hong yelling “Look at us now!” to the racist Hollywood history against Asian actors and Jamie Lee Curtis planting that Totally Gratuitous, Totally Gay KISS on Michelle Yeoh before her acceptance repertoire (because, really, why not shoot your shot) and Michelle saying “FUCK!” when she won and Cate Blanchett generally existing. But I also felt it was important to acknowledge, for lesbian history, that this moment happened. It was an intentional Chessy and Meredith Blake from “The Parent Trap” reunion at the SAG Awards, and Lisa Ann Walter and Elaine Hendrix are working the hell out of the moment. And while that movie came out a little past my prime “This is My Root” years, I understand its cultural significance to Our Peoples (especially Queer Lady Millennials of a Certain Age). We respect all generations and all eras of respectful lusting here at Surrenders. Plus, while these two are admittedly not queer, boy howdy is this image of them together on the red carpet sure the gay as fuck. Like, Lisa and Elaine are working the hellooo gorgeous of their respective outfits. Forget gay prom, this is giving Lesbian Met Ball.

Also, because I understand Millennials's enduring love for this femslash, please enjoy Lisa and Elaine happily modeling their butch-femme “just roommates” dynamic through the decades.

2008

Seems they perfected their power butch-femme roles early.

2011

Major casual “gal pals” going for after work drinks in the early 2010s vibes here.

2022

Look, sometimes they switch it up, but someone’s gotta wear a blazer of some sorts — even if it’s shiny.

This Woman's Worth

I guess it’s all my favorite actresses week here at Surrenders because now it’s time to talk about Kate Winslet’s next project. (First Jodie. Now Kate. Add the other Cate and it’d be a full house, or whatever poker hand has five Oscars.) Kate with a K will be playing Lee Miller, the acclaimed photojournalist and artist who was mostly (and unfairly) recognized as Man Ray’s muse. Never trust a patriarchy to correctly chronicle a woman’s worth or rightful place in history. Like, did you know Miller was a war correspondent for Vogue who documented the liberation of the Buchenwald and Dachau concentration camps, as well as other key World War II events across Europe? Because she did. I’ve been encouraged by what I’ve heard about the film so far, and obviously this first-look image shows Miller during her war correspondent years.

Kate has said of her role as Lee:

“To me, she was a life force to be reckoned with, so much more than an object of attention from famous men with whom she is associated. This photographer, writer, reporter, did everything she did with love, lust, and courage, and is an inspiration of what you can achieve, and what you can bear, if you dare to take life firmly by the hands and live it at full throttle.”

The film will also be the directorial debut of “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” cinematographer Ellen Kuras and will co-star Andy Samberg, Marion Cotillard and Alexander Skarsgard. Yeah, I know Andy Samberg is a bit of a head scratcher here, but look everyone loves a little shiny Oscar bait. On a personal note, I have a magnet of Lee Miller’s neck on my fridge, because I too am inspired by her like Man Ray. Gotta give that dude some credit, he had an eye for amazing women (who happen to make good magnets, and avatars, ahem).