My Weekend Crush

What with October right around the corner, I enourage us all to embrace our inner witches. Gather up your closest, witchiest friends and just go for it. Light those candles. Pet those black cats. Make those voodoo dolls. Get your old black magic back. Or a little vengeance. Just a little. Which reminds me, might be time for a rewatch. Though, I always fast forward through the cherry scene because it haunts me still. Also, none for you Susan Sarandon. But, Cher and Michelle more than make up for her. Happy witchy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Bottoms Edition

Honestly, I think I’m gonna go see “Bottoms” again. Wait, does that make me the creepy middle-aged lesbian going to see the teenage lesbian movie again? Shut up, everyone is well into their 20s in the cast. Also, Ayo Edebiri, Rachel Sennott and Emma Seligman look good in their suits.

Granted, they look a tad “How do you do, fellow kids” in their street wear. But, maybe that’s just my middle-aged lesbian eyes seeing it that way.

Swim Fans

I’ve been so caught up in my own blah blah blah that it wasn’t until THIS WEEK that I finally watched the “Nyad” trailer and, damn, if I’m not extra excited to see this movie now. Not that I wasn’t excited when they announced that Annette Benning would be playing Diana Nyad and Jodie Foster would co-star as her longtime best friend, training partner and expedition coach Bonnie Stoll. But to see them together looking like two older sporty dykes? A grateful lesbian nation salutes you.

I’ve read a couple reviews, all glowing. I was happy to hear that it appears their queerness is acknowledged which, I mean I have eyes, I can see that just by looking at them. I mean the wrap-around sports glasses and sports bra quotient alone is like I stumbled onto the Lido deck of an Olivia Cruise. But this isn’t a romance, but about a longtime friendship and partnership. If you can think of the last lesbian movie without a romance, well, it might take you a while.

The other thing I was heartened to hear is the movie doesn’t make Diana out to be a saint. Her recent anti-trans advocacy around trans atheletes has been very unwelcome to hear, to say the least. But her flaws, of which there are apparently many, aren’t shied away from in the film from what I’ve read so far. And that’s good. The best biopics make their subjects humans, not just heroes.

And then, of course, there’s Jodie Foster in a sports bra. Like, look at her abs. Look at her arms. She is 60! Anyway, there’s a reason she was my first ever Weekend Crush. Still got it, Jodie. Still got it.

Movie Review: "Bottoms" Up

Oh, goodness, you should go see “Bottoms.” It’s the teenage lesbian fight club comedy of your wildest (and I mean wildest) dreams. It reminds me, in its energy if not its style, of “But I’m a Cheerleader.” But whereas Cheerleader leaned into its colorful camp, Bottoms goes for the comedy throat punch – literally and figuratively.

While high school girls slugging each other in the face might seem a little jarring, the fim’s genius is in its dedication to its unhinged premise. Two unpopular lesbian best friends (played by Ayo Edebiri and Rachel Sennott) attempt to score chicks by starting a “self defense” club at their high school, and the plan kind of works – and draws a lot of blood.

As far as teen lesbian movies go, “Bottoms” is refreshingly over the coming out narratives. Nor is it about anti-gay bullying or anything very special episode worthy (though, obviously, not that those kinds of stories aren’t important). But this movie is just about two weirdo friends who somehow land the girls of their dreams by beating each other up. Director Emma Seligman (who co-wrote the script with Rachel) took your standard madcap high school comedy romp and said, make it queer! And absurd! Both in a good way!

The gonzo gusto and awkward everything of Ayo and Rachel and the rest of the cast make this wonderfully weird movie work, when nothing should work (especially their plan, especially). Also, holy doppleganger Batwoman, is Kaia Gerber the spitting image of mama Cindy Crawford or what? Like, it was almost distracting. Anway, where was I? Oh yeah, first rule of teenage lesbian fight club is everyone should go see the teenage lesbian fight club movie.

Music Monday: Dolly & Linda

I love the ageless Dolly Parton. I love the seemingly equally ageless Linda Perry. And together on a cover of “What’s Up?” I mean, what’s not to love? Except the brutal fact that this cover is 30 years old. THIRTY. 4 Non-Blondes released that hit in 1993. I know, I can feel that one in my knees. In fact, it makes me feel as ancient as a fossil on the Dorset coast with dreams of being dug up by Kate Winslet and Saoirse Ronan (deep “Ammonite” cut anyone?) Anyway. Still a good song though. Happy Monday, kittens.

My (Belated) Weekend Crush

Better late than never. The weekend got away from me, but I at least can take comfort in the fact that whenever I want I’ll have something hopefully delightful to watch. “Sex Education” has been quite a ride, and I’m ready for whatever the final season brings for these extremely likable/horny teenagers and their accompanying adults. As always, I hope for more Gillian Anderson, because that’s just like a good life mantra. Also, hello surprise Dan Levy. Opposite of ew, David! Happy watching and weekend, all.

Mental Health Minx: Kate McKinnon

Honestly, what’s so weird about convincing other women to wear Birkenstocks? Nothing at all, I say. Nothing at all.

Mental Health Minx: Aubrey Plaza

Abby remains an idiot for picking Harper over Riley. Idiot.

Mental Health Minx: Sara Shahi

I saw Sarah in that Prime gay boy rom-com “Red, White & Royal Blue” recently and it jogged my mind back to when she was on that cop show after leaving “The L Word” and got to wear tank tops and guns like this. Anyway, just a little glimpse of how my mind works in mysterious ways – on a Tuesday.

Mental Health Minx: Cate Blanchett

I’m, um, still a little tied up. Like Cate. But soon, soon.

Mental Health Minx: Katharine Hepburn

I watched the Netflix documentary “Call me Kate” recently. Interesting, but they sure yada yadaed over the whole her probably being queer thing. Which, come on, are we still doing this in this year of our Lesbian Jesus, 2023? Sigh.

Mental Health Minx: Sara Ramirez

I still think Che is an annoying character. And I still think they are being a bit obtuse about the reasons we are annoyed by Che. But I’d still rather a complicated, albeit not entirely likeable, nonbinary character got such a high-profile platform.

Mental Health Minx: Ashley Park

Granted, Ashley seems to be havinga pretty good summer too. And “Joy Ride” was a delight.

Mental Health Minx: Janelle Monae

Has anyone had a better summer than Janelle? Honestly, good for her.

Mental Health Minx: Gillian Anderson

I regret to inform you that it’s Monday again. Would two Gillians on couches help? I thought so.

Mental Health Minx: Tina Fey

You made it to Friday. Treat yourself to a few fistfuls of cake.

Mental Health Minx: Lena Headey

Cersei says it’s gonna be “OK?” I’m not sure if that’s reassuring or not. Now Luce saying it’s “OK,” well, that’s definitely not wanker behavior.

Mental Health Minxes

Right, so this whole getting my shit together is taking a little longer than I had anticipated. Some major changes professionally (including work bestie leaving, sob) are taking up most of my available brainpower right now. The rest, I fear, is melting down at the impending one-year anniversary of My Little Life Implosion. (It’s just a date on a calendar, it’s just a date on a calendar.) So until I can rededicated more of the little (oh so little, these days) gray cells to the unabashed queer joy of respectfully ogling the endless beauty, talent and intellect of women of all kinds, I will leave you with a few Mental Health Minxes. Now, whether to take the Maserati or the McLaren to go fetch the groceries tomorrow? Decisions, decisions. But in all seriousness, your warm encouragements mean so much. I am forever thankful for the grace and empathy you’ve extended to me, basically just another stranger on Al Gore’s Internet, in your readership, generosity and kindness. You’re the best, kittens. Please accept saucy Blanchett as the first official Minx in the spirit in which she was intended.