My Weekend Crush

Well, I never said I wouldn’t eventually make it to Nigella, did I? I know for some reason it’s been controversial that new “Great British Bake-Off/Great British Baking Show” judge Nigella Lawson takes big bites of food. As if the whole point of her job isn’t eating cake. You think she can taste it with a tiny little nibble? I’m sorry, women need to open their mouths to eat. Crazy! What next, they’ll wear shorts and a tank top to the gym? Also, hello, Nigella’s whole thing is that she’s a great and lusty eater. Know your history, Internets! Anyway, take as big a bite as you want, ladies and everyone who doesn’t have when ladies take big bites. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Comer Get Her

Some Thursdays you just have to stare at Jodie Comer in a blazer without a shirt underneath and nice trousers. What? I said it was a Thursday! On theme objectification, in a respectful way. Anyway, I miss having Jodie on my television on the regular. And, I won’t lie, I haven’t been a fan of the assortment of period pieces and zombie apocalypse films she’s been cast in recently. Like, please, can’t some project make accurate use of her prodigious talents? I mean, look at her just sitting in a chair!

p.s. That face, and those big feet? Please, I am begging, cast her in something worthy.

Dream Duo

Um, hello, are Jane Wickline and Grace Reiter the love children of Tina Fey/Amy Poehler and Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer or what? If SNL lets them, I believe we’re witnessing the start of an extraordinary comedy duo. Like, this skit has no right to be this funny. Put them in all the things together, Lorne Michaels. Also, what a debut for new cast member Grace. Like, that is how you make an entrance. That is as good as Jane's Sabrina Carpenter song, but that wasn't her first skit. This is exactly the unhinged female energy we need and deserve in 2026.

Tank Top Tuesday: Flash Lesbian Dance

Yes, yes, I know this is an ad. But do you want to watch Jennifer Beals dance around with another women for a minute and a half or not? This commercial for the collaboration between GANNI (which I’ve never heard of) and lululemon (which I have heard of but I wear old T-shirts to work out in so I’m clearly not their customer base) features music and dancing by METTE. Now, admittedly, I also don’t know who she is. But apparently she had roles in “The Old Guard,” “Hustlers,” “Cats” and the “Barbie” movie – all films I watched. But I can see why Bette, I mean Jennifer, found her memorable enough to break out the old Flashdance moves. So, as I was saying, enjoy this moment of capitalistic sapphic pandering. Times are hard, we’ll take what we can get. Also Jennifer’s sport bra at the beginning and METTE’s fake-out-leotard count in the Tank Top Cinematic Universe, because it is a Tuesday after all.

p.s. More behind-the-scenes Tank Top Cinematic Universe excellence. For science.

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Music Monday: Olivia & Chappell 4 Eva

Fine, fine! I’m already fully obsessed with this song. Even though I’m way outside the target demographic, the algorithm gods flooded my feed with the “Expectations” music video immediately after it dropped Friday. So I’ve been binging its stylish, campy, joyful John Waters meets “Rocky Horror Picture Show” meets your favorite 70s gameshow bop ever since. I mean, how could you not like a feisty, feminist Olivia Rodrigo and Chappell Roan collab in the year of our Lesbian Jesus 2026? Yes, everything is on fire right now. But it’s also pretty fire (see what I did there, youths?!) that one of the world’s hottest pop stars and the world’s gayest pop stars can come together for an insanely fun, and pointed, banger like this. Chappell screaming, “I’m not kissing no boy! No boy!” in the background should be the new sapphic battle cry. Raise your expectations, ladies. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

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One Almost Lesbian Wedding and a Funeral

Remember when I manifested the Rebecca Ferguson/Greta Lee lesbian rom-com? Did I mention it got better? The film, “Honeymoon/Funeral,” just got picked up by Black Box (the studio behind “Wicker,” so they know how to market crazy shit!). And also Carrie Coon is also somehow in this thing too?

Lest you forgot, the film follows “two women (Ferguson and Lee) who meet on a flight from L.A. to London — one en route to her honeymoon by herself after being left at the altar by her girlfriend, the other headed home for her mother’s funeral — and wind up spending the week together.” We can all place bets on whether Greta is the honeymoon and Rebecca is the funeral, and if Carrie is the cold feet fiancee (as this Deadline post implies…)

But what we know if that its being directed by Nahnatchka Khan, creator of “Fresh Off the Boat,” “Don't Trust the B— in Apartment 23” and “Laid,” and written by Julia Bicknell, a writer/producer on “Yellowjackets,” “The Haunting of Bly Manor” and “13 Reasons Why.” Oh, and they’re a Hollywood power couple (with a very nice house)! I know, sapphics making a sapphic rom-com for us sapphics? Is this heaven, or lesbian Iowa? (37 year old movie reference, anyone?)

During this terrible timeline we all find ourselves trapped in, I take things to look forward to very seriously. So, don’t let me down, “Honeymoon/Funeral.” The gay ladies really need this.

Last Yellowjacket Standing

So I stopped watching this. But, I am curious how it all ends. In the past, that is. We already know how things end for some of these ladies in the present. (Also, because I stopped watching, are there any gays left besides Shauna – in the past or present?) Anyway, who’s still watching. I am thrilled this show has kept Melanie Lynskey employed for four seasons. Cannibalism and all.

Tank Top Tuesday: Gabby Edition

This is an unrepentant Gabby Williams in tank tops appreciation post. Now, I appreciate Gabby in and out of a tank top (hey, not like that – OK, exactly like that). But, what I mean here, is Gabby truly became a superstar this season. After her memorable almost beat us two-pointer in the gold medal match of the last Olympics, she has gone ballistic with the Valkyries, taking them all the way to the championship finals. And, you know, she has that face and those arms. Like, we are powerless to resist that gorgeous full sleeve and her good skincare routine. Also, did I mention I got to see her scream “For the gays!” at Pride Night this June? Because I sure did. Imma pretend those heart hands are for me. I know, I know, they were for Marine Johannes. Is it weird I think how much she obviously loves Marine makes Gabby even hotter? Anyway, tanks (yes, tanks) for everything, Gabby. Go Valks!

Music Monday: Fuck Ice Edition

You know, I’m not much of a Paramore fan, admittedly. But, boy howdy, have I become a Hayley Williams fan. From her righteously blunt “True Believer” to her unabashed political on-stage statements, she’s like the anti-Ed Sheeran. Like screaming “Fuck ICE” with your whole chest and making a whole stadium scream it back? And giving Robert Kraft the vapors with “Free Palestine?” More of this, rock stars. Get some fucking ice in your OJ, you siveling coward millionare musicians. That’s the whole point of having, “Fuck you”-money in the first place, isn’t it? Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

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Now, I bet you thought I’d have picked Nigella. What with Ms. Lawson taking over for Prue Leith and reducing Paul Hollywood to a yes man. But, I must say, I was unexpectedly moved by (Spoilers, but you should just watch, it’s better than therapy honey), Danni’s exit interview. Now, every season has its eccentric and this season Danni was definitely that girl. But, goodness, did she not remind us of the magic of simple human interaction. Like, of course, we just all want to have friends. Truly, I feel a little verklempt anew each time I watch it. Now if we could all find the beauty in strangers, especially those not like us, wouldn’t this be a kinder, happier world? Happy weekend, all.

Oh, Canadian Lesbians!

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Well, as you can tell, this week kinda got away from me. Between organizing a big work project and fighting multiple pharmacies to get my estrogen refilled (the national shortage is real!) and also feeling a bit under the weather (but this is America, so we work through it, lol sob!!), I haven't been able to write. But it being International Lesbian Day and all I had to post something. And nothing says, “I’m sorry,” better than a hot lesbian Canadian woodswoman in a tank top wielding a bow and arrow. Wait, my apologies, nothing says “I’m sore-eee,” better than a hot lesbian Canadian woodswoman in a tank top wielding a bow and arrow. Also, like half of us down here are also very, very sore-eee about the whole America being the worst neighbor ever thing, too. Yet you still gift us with the likes of Nicole Maple Coenen. Oh, Canada, you remain too kind. Happy International Lesbian Day, kittens (especially you Canuck kittens!

Music MUNAday: Hannah Edition

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Watching Hannah Einbinder sing “Silk Chiffon” with Muna recently is the perfect cherry on top of all the the “Camp Miasma” discourse. Because, yes, that’s what it feels like oh when she’s on me. Ahem. Funny! Principled! (See her get arrested protesting Netanyahu at the UN recently?) And can sing! Like, I don’t know who all the 20-something sapphics are crushing on these days, but in a just world Hannah would be Top 5 easy. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

I’ve already said I don’t want to spoil the fleshly/bloody delights of “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” too much. But I will say that seeing Gillian Freaking Anderson be so game and glam and gay in her role was truly a wonder. I, like probably many of you, first began crushing on Gillian as the stalwart and sensible and so smart Scully. But I never, not even in my wildest dreams, could have guessed that one day Gillian would become the queer icon and out pansexual legend that she has become. Happy weekend, all.

Teenage Sex and Death At Camp Miasma Review

Well, it’s this just the perfect way to officially kick off spooky season? With lesbian horrors of perhaps the most delicious kind. I finally, finally got a chance to see “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” and it lived up to my already sky high expectations. Given how much I was truly thrilled by the bold. visceral storytelling of “I Saw the TV Glow,” I had been impatiently waiting. And the good news is, I loved it. And the better news is, I can’t wait to watch it again.

Gory. Gothic. Gorgeous. Gay as hell. And Gillian Anderson! What more could a gal want? Jane Schoenbrun has proven to be a filmmaker of singular and extraordinary vision. Their films weave complex allegories about society and sexuality together, shaped through the lens of nostalgia, while being both sumptuous and hilarious.

With Camp Miasma, we’re treated to the delights of watching Gillian Anderson and Hannah Einbinder be both campy and real, in equal measures. The former plays the faux slasher franchise’s original final girl turned reclusive Norma Desmond type and the latter is the young filmmaker tasked with rebooting the series. But, really, the less you know about this movie the better.

And this is coming from someone who doesn’t even like horror! But, I do love a smart, sexy, weird movie. And Camp Miasma is that, and funny, and scary, and sexy, and trippy and real. And just really damn good. Just, um, don’t be squeamish about blood. Or dipping sauces.

KissCam Dreams

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I realize shit is really heavy right now. Every breaking news alert feels like a deeper dive into our dystopian nightmare. But at least we got to witness Julien Baker and Lucy Dacus smooch on the KissCam at a recent New York Liberty game. At least we got that. It’s like a glimpse into a better world that is possible. Maybe even still.

Issa keeping it Rae-l

Whew, kittens. Do I feel this speech in my very bones. When I say Issa Rae speaks for all of us fed up women, whew, do I ever mean it. The realness. Like I said, whew. Yes, this is all men’s fault. Of course it’s overwhelmingly rich white men. But all men, none the less. So, ladies, not terrible gentlemen and every them and they, if you’ve got a little power right now, use it the fuck for good.

Music Monday: Brandi AND Alanis

I know, I know. But it’s Brandi AND Alanis! BRANDI AND ALANIS! On “Uninvited”! With the PRIMAL SCREAM. Also, Alanis needs to drop the yoga routine because if I tried to headbang like that my dang head would snap off my dang neck. All us perimenopausal Gen X ladies want to rock out so hard, but know the chiropractic bill afterward isn’t worth risking it. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Canadian) Crush

Dear Canadian Kittens,

I am so thrilled for you that today you get to watch lesbian beer league softball shenanigans. I so want to join in on the fun. But, alas, the Crave series has no U.S. distribution yet. (Though New Zealand and Australia, you seem to be in luck.) And because our barely sentient racist Cheeto for a president is The Worst In Every Way, who knows when this Canadian delight will trickle down to us. I get it, and honestly America deserves your disdain. Would it help to tell you that at least 48.3% of us are really, really, really sorry about all this *waves arms at the horrors*? We hate it too. And we WILL vote this November. Again, we can’t apologize enough for being such bad neighbors.

With Love on Behalf of Your Sane American Friends,
Ms. Snarker

p.s. Happy weekend, all!

GGALGG: Emmys Edition

I had such a busy first-week back I haven’t even had a chance to discuss the Emmys! And lots of people I like won! Did I mention I watched “Widow’s Bay” on the plane? Because I did, and I can assuredly tell you it is both funny and scary because I both laughed out loud and jump scared mid-flight. Anyway, where was I? The Television Academy and its golden statuette that looks shockingly like Megan Stalter. Since we still can, I’ll be mainly highlighting the WLW attendees. You know, the queer ladies and gay girlies and them/them hotties and such. We’re here, we’re queer, we’re GGALGGs.

Hannah Einbinder

I can’t tell if Hannah and her frequent red carpet companion Ellie Neilson are a mixed GGALGG/SGALGG couple, or a full-on GGALGG couple in this shot.

Now I really can’t tell.

Kristen Kish

I want the cameraperson to move just a little to the left, a little more, a little more…

Emma D'Arcy

I haven’t watched “House of the Dragon,” but they’re so handsome sometimes I think – well. And then I remember they wear a long wig in it and I’m like nevermind.

Cynthia Nixon

The older I get the more I appreciate a flowing, amorphous, not-body fitting gown on, really, anyone. Like, I hope it also has pockets, honey.

Niecy Nash

Niecy and her wife Jessica Betts are always a favorite on the carpet. Hey, stop it, head out of the gutter. They look too glamorous for carpet jokes.

Megan Stalter

Whereas if you want to make a trophy wife joke about Meg and her girlfriend Maddie Allen, I will allow it.

Louisa Jacobson

I liked Louisa’s after-party suit (purple) better than her award show suit (black). But, truly, I’m just so tickled one of Meryl’s girls is a hot masc/one of us.

Ayo Edebiri

Admit it, if Ayo, Zendaya and Quinta Brunson turned to look at you like this and asked if you wanted to be their unicorn you would find yourself a sparkly fake horn so fast.

But then you’d be sad because you realize they weren’t talking to you. They were talking to Denée Benton, Cynthia Nixon, Louisa Jacobson and Carrie Coon across the room.

Bonus SGALGG:

Look, I know Rhea Seehorn just playing a lesbian and and Carrie Coon is just sporting a lesbian haircut. But we gotta throw the straight ladies something, they willingly date men. That’s how you know sexuality isn’t really a choice. Poor dears.

Great British Waiting Show

I know I’m late today. Maybe I’m just getting over my jealousy that you folks across the pond got to see Nigella Lawson’s debut on “Great British Bake-Off”/”The Great British Baking Show” yesterday and I still need to wait until Friday. So, soil me, how was it? I need all the cozy baking and inappropriate innuendos I can get in days/decades like these.

To the Sterling Point

So, I know I ask variations on this questions a lot, but – for real, should I be watching “Sterling Point”? I’ve heard such good things about this series from “My Old Ass” creator Megan Park. A teen girl from New York inherits her grandpa’s remote Canadian island and drama ensues when she meets her secret sister – but at least some of that drama is sapphic in nature (as is that secret sister). I won’t lie, these days I can feel some kind of way about watching teen stories, wlw or otherwise. This Gen X perimenopausal gal isn’t even sure if she has the patience to sit through teen drama, let alone interest. Then there’s also the desire to not seem like a creepy old lady. But, again, I keep hearing good things. So, anyone wanna admit to watching the latest teen drama?

p.s. Also, sorry my Canadian kittens, I hope the story of an American who comes in and causes drama in your lovely country is not too triggering right now. We are really, really, endlessly sorry about our barely sentient Cheeto-in-Chief.

Music Monday: Dolly Rocks

I’m still not over it. I’ll probably never be over it. When I watch other incredibly famous musicians rejoice in sharing a stage with Dolly Parton, like during her Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame induction, I’m reminded that we’re far from alone in our sorrow and our loss. Which in a way is a comfort. Plus, hot damn, could that lady write a song. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

Sometimes, you just want to reminisce about a time when Tina Fey wore this to host “Saturday Night Live.” After a long week of playing catch-up back at work, I think I deserve it. She is my ultimate triple threat: funny, smart and tuxedo. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Follows Suit

I still haven’t watched the “Little House on the Prairie” reboot yet. Will grandma be showing up in a suit? Because that would convince me. Or, hear me out, how about a gender-swapped “Mike Hammer” reboot with Megan Follows as hard-boiled Det. Hammer. You’ve got to admit, she’s pulling off the hat and the pinstripes.

Vacation Vixen: Megan Thee Stallion

Full disclosure again, I’m back at work today. But I didn’t have my shit together for a real post yet. Still, I wanted to make sure our final Vixen was wearing something workplace appropriate on her body-ody-ody. With a pen at the ready and everything. Ahh.

Vacation Vixen: Olivia Wilde

I hereby declare Formal Tank Top a new category of dress, and further decree that Olivia has set the standard.

Vacation Vixen: Anne Hathaway

Truly, how has she found the energy for this year’s output? “Mother Mary,” “The Devil Wears Prada 2,” “The Odyssey,” “The End of Oak Street” and “Verity.” Like, if anyone deserves a relaxing spa day. Or a vertical bath.

Vacation Vixen: Meryl Streep & Anna Wintour

And now, for Casual Friday, how about the opposite of effortlessly dapper? Mostly I just love Meryl being a goofball in the face of The Fashion. Thus ends professionalism week. That is all.

Vacation Vixen: Tina Turner & Friends

I just want to look this effortlessly dapper once in my life. Preferably with equally effortlessly dapper hotties surrounding me too. But, you know, I’ll never be Tina so I can’t be too greedy.

Vacation Vixen: Michelle Pfeiffer

*low whistle* When you’re out Clark Gableing Clark Gable.

Vacation Vixen: Young Miko

Again, I am not sure I’m cool gay enough to talk about Young Miko. But I at least feel qualified to commend her sartorial choice of a blazer atop a tank-top adjacent tube top. What, it’s Tuesday, these things matter.

Vacation Vixen: Rosamund Pike

Full disclosure, most of this week’s “vacation” is actually a conference. I know, I know – how American of me. So just to be workplace appropriate, I thought this week’s Vixens should muster some professionalism. Yes, that’s a tux. Of course it is, it’s after 6 p.m. somewhere, what is she -- a farmer?

Vacation Vixen: Margaret Cho

Did you know we almost had Mama Cho in “Heated Rivalry”? Another thing that Racist Oompa Loompa has ruined. Nonetheless, Margaret remains undefeated. (Again, we really are sorry about our horrendous president, Canadian friends. So, so sorry.)

Vacation Vixen: Gugu Mbatha-Raw

Sometimes I just think about “San Junipero” and sigh. But it’s always a good sigh. (Also, thanks for the Thursday suit, Gugu.)

Vacation Vixen: Rebecca Ferguson

Yes, fine, I may be a tad bit obsessed. But I just can’t get enough Rebecca right now. So, here are three, because we all deserve more.

Vacation Vixen: Zoe Saldana & Laysla De Oliveira

Once again, should I be watching “Lioness? Like, the tank tops…

Vacation Vixen: Jodie Foster

Well, I’m finally taking a little time off – like two weeks and change off. Which, by American vacation standards, is forever. But, as always, I would never leave you high and vixenless. So please enjoy Jodie and company these next couple of weeks. Also, does anyone else suddenly have an urge for melons?

My Weekend Crush

The more I think about Hayden Panettiere’s death, the sadder it feels. Here was a prodigious child star who became a superstar on the buzziest show of its era. Who had endured the worst of celebrity culture, while being consistently unflinching about how much it had all cost her. Familial trauma, industry misogyny, domestic violence, addiction and alcoholism, postpartum depression.

May we finally learn the lesson that the young, vulnerable, beautiful young girls of Hollywood are not commodities to be exploited. They’re people who deserve protection from the worst inclinations of the powerful and perverse. What she went though is enough to warp anyone’s life. But instead of retreating or lashing out, she shared. She shared it all, both in her interviews and her recent memoir.

I’ve been particularly impressed by the self-awareness she showed when coming out as bisexual in May. Honest about her experiences – dated women from a “very, very young age,” but had never been in love with a woman – and why she came out later in life.

“That’s something about me I was never able to share with the world, because it was just never the right time. It was either I was too young, and I was being forced to be perfect at all times. I was not encouraged to just be myself.

Then came the period where it felt like people coming out, especially women, saying that they were bisexual or liked girls, was a fad. I was afraid that if I was honest, it was going to be like me jumping on the bandwagon.”

It certainly seemed like she savored the opportunity to be open about her sexuality for the first time – after 36 years.

“It’s sad I had to wait until I was 36 years old to share that part of me, but better late than never, right?” she said at the time.

Three months, and she is gone. Thanks for sharing yourself with us Hayden. Your big gay family sees you and mourns you. Rest in power, always. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Rosie Suits

We don’t get a lot of wins these days. But I think the universal love poured onto Rosie O’Donnell after last week’s guest hosting gig on “Jimmy Kimmel Live” is a nice reminder that good things can still happen to pretty good people. I think most of us here watched Rosie in her “Queen of Nice” talk show host days to her “View” outspokenness to, well, now when she’s kind of a refugee (albeit an incredibly privileged one, obviously). I went back and watched all four days of her hosting, and each monologue was killer. She hasn’t lost a single step, and in fact she’s even more charming and engaging and, well, Rosie. Also, the suit game has considerably improved. I don’t know if her acclaimed, and beloved, reemergence will result in another shot at her own show. But I do know she deserves all the flowers she has received for her continuing speaking truth – and poking fun – at power.

p.s. Plus, sorry Donny, her suit game just is nasty good. Ahem.