Tina Fey Wednesday

What, you thought I wasn’t going to keep the Tina Fey obsession love going until Thursday? O ye of little faith. Turns out I am just that insane. I noted many of your objections to a four-eyed-free Tina in the tank post and am sorry to have to deliver frameless Fey again today. I agree, the glasses complete the whole sexy librarian fantasy. But, spectacled or not, Tina is still The Awesome. And what makes her more awesome is that she, like so many of us, had an awkward phase. Bless her and her terrible 80s hair.

But what I really like is that in her formative years, she dressed like, well, a small-town lesbian. Seriously, check her out in her Second City days from the early 90s. Do you not see that same girl every time you go into a neighborhood gay bar? She’s playing pool and drinking Schlitz from the bottle. You might notice a couple familiar faces (cough, Rachel Dratch, cough Scott Adsit) in the background, too. But Tina, oh, Tina. The blazer and the shoes and the hair. Come on, that haircut had at least one L.U.G. experience in college.

[All images, again, via Tina-Fey.org ... I practically live there.]

Tina Fey Tuesday meets Tank Top Tuesday

Tina Fey. Tank tops. This, this is why I started this blog in the first place. My raison d’être. No need to thank me, just doing my job.

Sure, this last one is probably more of a halter top, but are we really going to quibble at a time like this?

[All images via Tina-Fey.org.]

Tina Fey Monday

I know, I know. You’re thinking, “Hey, it’s not Tuesday!” But you know what? The return of “30 Rock” and ergo the return Tina Fey this week cannot be contained on one puny day. Oh no. The Tina Fey love must be spread out over multiple days in multiple ways. Today it’s why we love her in the first place. Some clips to tide you over*. Is it Thursday yet?

And, of course, the clip that may have started it all. Behold the power of the bi-curious shoes.

*UPDATE: My sincere apologies to my international friends. Hulu won’t let me rip and reupload the files (sheesh, so possessive), so I can’t convert them for you. BUT, as an apology how about a little Jodie Foster playing Guitar Hero? In fact, you get to see her entire Rachel Ray segment [Hat tip, cappuccinogirl!]. If you can get past Ray-Ray, it’s a lovely way to spend 16 minutes. And, Lord, how butch is Jodie with that guitar?

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My Weekend Crush

Dr. Maya Angelou, that Phenomenal Woman, turns 80 today. Nothing I could write could ever compare to what she has already written. Nothing I could say could ever compare to what she has already said. And nothing I do could ever compare to what she has already done. The breadth of her work, the depth of her passion, the scope of her mind. She is, quite simply, phenomenal. And her voice, Lord, her voice. If I had her voice, I’d never stop talking. Seriously, I’d find some way to keep talking in my sleep.

I remember, vividly, watching President Bill Clinton’s inauguration and hearing her extraordinary poem. A rock, a river, a tree. This was the first presidential election I had been truly excited about, not to mention the first president I helped to elect. I will never forget the hope of that moment and the promise of those words. Now, all these years later, Maya has put her tremendous heart into helping Hillary Clinton. One amazing woman supporting another amazing woman, it doesn’t get much better than that. But, I’ve rambled on far too long when all along I should have just let Maya do her thing. Rise, Maya. Rise. Happy weekend, all.

p.s. I cannot take sole credit for this week’s crush. It was the fabulous Linster who first came up with the idea. Read her tribute on AfterEllen today and revel in the wonder that is Dr. Angelou some more. Too much is never enough when it comes to Maya.

Clapton who?

Two women enter. One will leave. The other will be -- oh, yeah, that’s right -- totally shredded. Now the only question is, are you ready to rock? Let’s get ready to solooooooo!

In one corner, Jodie Foster. Earlier this week Jodie confessed her love of shredding on Leno. And now, she is ripping it up it on Rachel Ray. Catch the episode Friday and dream about her epic “Stairway to Heaven” solo until then.In the other corner, Tina Fey. Notice the concentration. If she goes for the whammy bar, you know it’s on.But wait, we have a surprise competitor entering the ring, err, stage. It’s Allison Janney putting them both to shame with her tasty guitar licks. She is an animal on that thing, an animal!Now if only I could find a shot of Helen Mirren attacking her axe windmill-style á la Pete Townsend, I could die and go to virtual rock ‘n’ roll heaven.

Uma, Rorschach. Rorschach, Uma.

INT. PSYCHIATRIST’S OFFICE - DAY.

THE SHRINK PEERS OVER DARK-RIMMED GLASSES AND PICKS UP A PIECE OF PAPER. SHE HAD A CHEESY THICK EASTERN-EUROPEAN ACCENT BECAUSE, HECK, WHY NOT?

SHRINK
I vant you to look carevully at dis image. Look deeply, let your eyes vander, let your mind relax. Now, vat do you see?

SNARKER
Uhm, a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains?

SHRINK
(tersely)
Vell, if you’re not going to take dis seriously, I’m not sure vhy ve are here. Let us try again. Ja. So, vat do you see?

SNARKER
Uhm, Uma Thurman looking at a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains?

FADE TO BLACK.

The End.

What? I don’t test well. But, really, after looking at Uma’s photoshoot for AnOther magazine, how could you not think Rorschach inkblot test?

Also, what’s the deal with the butterflies? Seriously, they’re starting to freak me out. Now I really do need a shrink.

p.s. Bonus points if you get the “wild ponies” reference. Seriously, we might have to start going steady.

UPDATE: Wow, you are all now officially my girlfriends. Well, except for Ida. We’re just going to keep doing our hot, steamy RSS-action thing on the side. p.s. Jane and Daria were totally doing it. At least, in my head they were.

Jodie and the snake, err, Jay

So, what the hell is up with Jay Leno lately? While I’ve barely tolerated him as the Tonight Show host all these years, it seems recently The Chin has been particularly insufferable. Last night Jodie Foster was his guest and he made her, I am not kidding, touch his snake. Fine, he meant that literally and not as a euphemism. I think. Seems he “researched” her before her appearance and found out she has ophidiophobia or -- put simply -- is scared shitless by snakes. So what does he do? He bring a bag out from under his desk, unties it and pulls out -- yes -- a snake. WTF? What is this, face-your-fears day on Maury Povich? Even if he told her about it beforehand (which I doubt he did given her genuinely freaked reaction), that is not cool. Jodie, of course, handled it with aplomb not to mention great humor: “It’s like a cowboy boot.” Snicker.

Now I bring up Jay and his “research” because the last time he “researched” a guest it was Ryan Phillippe last month. He discovered the actor played the first gay teenager on daytime TV (on the soap “One Life to Live”). This tidbit was endlessly amusing to Jay who went on to demand that Ryan pretend the camera was his gay lover and give it his “gayest look.” Ryan refused, bless his heart. Anyway, the fine folks at Shakesville helped start the site My Gayest Look, a collection of one-fingered (sometimes two, for emphasis) salutes to show Leno exactly what a “gayest look” looks like. Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. When you get a chance behold the bird-flipping wonder of it all.

Anyway, back to Jodie. She looked Tony-the-Tigeresque grrrreat! While promoting “Nim’s Island,” she talked about beating her sons at Guitar Hero. Her rock star face was particularly priceless.

See her full Tonight Show interview here: Part I and Part II. God, I love that woman’s voice.

UPDATE: Lord, I had a lot of typos in this one. Geez, you’d think I was drunk when I wrote it (to which I totally pleading the Fifth). But what I really wanted to update was that Jay has issued a brief apology for being such an utter asshat about the “gayest look.” Read it here. Whatever, dude is still a tool.

Frakking-A

Here’s the thing, I don’t watch “Battlestar Galactica.” Like, at all. Like, ever. No kidding, I haven’t watched even one episode. It’s not that I’m not interested. Outer space. Killer robots. Tough chicks. Heck, what’s not to like? And it’s not like I haven’t already been told by a million folks what a frakking idiot I am for not watching. But it’s just that with three seasons already in the bag and the final one about to start, I simply don’t have the time to catch up. And the thought of playing all that catch up makes me, quite frankly, really tired. There are a lot of show like BSG I probably would love but never started and now -- unless my amount of free time suddenly, magically multiplies exponentially -- won’t get around to in the near or even not-so-near future. Shows like “Lost.” Shows like “Weeds.” Shows like (don’t throw things at me, ladies) “Bad Girls.”

But I really feel like I’m missing out on something with BSG. And not just because of photoshoots like these. OK, fine -- these photoshoots help.So, my dilemma is this -- how can I catch up? Should I go with Option A: Give up what little sleep I still get and marathon the previous seasons so I can watch along with the new season when it starts Friday (yes, I realize mathematically it’s probably impossible to catch all the way up before Friday). Or Option B: Not bother now and when I finally retire at the Social Security-sanctioned age of 95, catch up via a television chip implant which by that time will be as outdated as the 8-track is today but, whatever, I’m an old bitty (’cause I’m also small) biddy and I don’t need that new-fangled stuff.

Or, I perhaps I should just go with Option C: Watch “Battlestar Galactica in 8 Minutes” and then be all set.

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My Weekend Crush

The internet is, let’s be perfectly honest, not necessarily known for its great writing. Bad spelling? Oh, yes. Atrocious grammar? To be sure. Fanatical blowhards? I think it actually spawns them. But you have to really want it to find great writing. So once you find it, it’s like the clouds open. This, this is what I’ve been searching for. Halle-fucking-llujah!

I remember searching, largely in vain, years and years ago for that ever-elusive great writing when I stumbled back upon a website I visited occasionally called AfterEllen. I had read its articles before but this was something different. This writer, this Scribegrrrl, was recapping this new show about lesbians. I was, of course, watching said show and psychoanalyzing its every twist and turn in my own head. And here was this writer who was so funny and so smart and so insightful and so very gay doing the exact same thing. It was, in short, a revelation.

As the season wore on I kept coming back, week after week. The season turned into seasons and I kept coming back, week after week. And week after week, she made me laugh like an idiot. I had to stop reading her recaps in the office because my co-workers kept looking at me funny as I chuckled and chortled myself into a stupor. Meander through her five seasons of L Word archives and practically any page you land on will give you a reason to smile if not outright snort with glee. If anyone ever dares to tell you that lesbians aren’t funny, just point them to Scribe. End of argument. My unabashed writer’s crush would sometimes lapse into full-blown writer’s envy as a particular turn of phrase or exceptionally shrewd insight would send me into fits of both awe and jealousy. Dammit, I wish I’d written that.

Little could I have ever imagined that all these years later not only would I find myself working with Scribe, but -- I’d like to think -- could count her as a friend as well. In our first email exchange, before I was blogging for AfterEllen, Scribe off-handedly said to me “your blog rocks” and I’m pretty sure I actually blushed. It’s rare and wonderful to work for someone whose work you respect so completely.

So her departure from AfterEllen this week (for a fabulous new job) makes me happy for her but terribly sad for me and, really, all of us. Not being able to read her writing day after day seems inconceivable, unbearable even. Do they make a patch for writer withdrawal? Scribe is the reason I first became addicted to AfterEllen. She was, is and will always be the originator of Snark: Lesbian Style. For that, and so much more, I will be eternally grateful. Thanks for the great writing, Scribe. Happy weekend, all.

Post-L: Season 5 in the rearview mirror

It was the philosopher George Santayana who said “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” And, after watching season 5, it is L’impresario Ilene Chaiken who seems to be saying “Those who cannot remember the past will wallow in season after season and even make a movie about it because, seriously, they just can’t let go.” Or, perhaps, something a little shorter like, “Hey, I liked season 1, let’s see that again.”

Whether you’re a Tibette supporter or would like to see them quashed Chinese government-style, you can’t deny that it was their storyline drove whatever small amount of emotional growth there was this season. Everyone else, well, they sort of wound up where back where they were in season one. Alice finds herself falling for someone unexpected. Shane finds herself at the end of another relationship and returning to her lothario ways. Jenny finds herself devastated and deceived. Kit finds herself, uh, well Kit never gets much to do, period.

But I don’t want to kvetch for pages and pages about the enigma of Mama Chaiken’s mind (OK, maybe just a little: Why have Tasha give up her entire career if she and Alice were only going to break up? Why did you have to bring Helena back just to be the moneybags? Why can’t Shane grow as a person, ever?) Instead, how about we put a message in a bottle with our hopes and dreams for the sixth and final season and toss it out to sea in hopes that Big Mama C will find it. Hey, if Jenny could find land on her dinghy, then anything is possible.

Bette and Tina: Slow it down. Way down. What’s this talk of another child? Can’t all three of you just learn to be a family again without adding even more to your plates? Tina wins hands down for “Most Improved” this season from the neck-vein popping disaster she was last year. As for Bette, she could use a little more Alpha, but not a the expense of New Tina. Balance, ladies, balance. Just, please, not another pregnant lesbian storyline. I’m now officially begging.

Alice and Tasha: Well, that went from cutest thing ever to totally doomed in 3.2 seconds flat. I kind of loathe the idea of a “we’re working though our problems” storyline. That said, I definitely want to see Tasha again so they’d better work something out. Regardless, I want my adorable Alice back. Where was she? Something is seriously wrong when Jenny has all of the best lines.

Kit and Max: How about some storylines? Or some lines, period?

Phyllis: I don’t care as long as she keeps bringing Joyce with her.

Jenny: I don’t know how Jenny did it, but I went from thinking she was the bitchiest narcissist on the planet (not to mention in The Planet) to thinking she was the most heartbreaking narcissist on the planet. Next season, I’m sensing, will be about trust for her. Which is all fine and good, but just don’t make her go back to that freaky circus, OK?

Shane: Oh, Fonz. What madness have you wrought? I’m beginning to lose hope. Are you really nothing more than tight jeans and long fingers? When will you learn to think with Big Shane instead of your 10 Little Shanes? Your season will be all about redemption. Yeah, good luck with that.

UPDATE: Some TLW enthusiasts asked me to mention their Save The L Word campaign with accompanying petition. They’ve got some 7,500 signers so far and are encouraging folks to write Showtime president Bob Greenblatt, too. Best to you, ladies.

Alpha ladies

So last night while researching my AfterEllen post, I came to the startling realization that Julia Sugarbaker and Bette Porter could be sisters. OK, not actual fictional sisters because Julia already has Suzanne and Bette already has Kit, among other issues. But in mind, body and spirit, they’re in complete solidarity. I don’t know how I didn’t see the parallels before. Julia is a fierce, fabulous, feminist Southern Belle whose nickname is The Terminator. Bette is a fabulous, fierce, feminist L.A. Woman whose nickname is Alpha Bette. And, if you think about it, Julia is the original Alpha Bette -- the Alpha Julia. Hear them go off on side-by-side rants and the result is a whole lotta woman, in the best possible sense.

Alpha Julia

Alpha Bette

Tank Top Tuesday

Oh, kittens. Ask and ye shall receive. Tank Top Tuesday: The Lena Headey Edition. We’ve got white ones and gray ones and black ones. We’ve got ones under overalls. Ones under vests. Ones layers upon other ones. We’ve got ones with guns and other ones with bigger guns. Can I just say how happy I am that the standard-issue uniform for pre-apocalyptic freedom fighters is a simple ribbed tank top? I think it’s safe to say that Lena is truly, truly, truly tanktastic. Enjoy.
p.s. That last one is Lena with her husband. She’s wearing a white tank top and a vest, how gay is that? Apparently, just as gay as her husband’s fitted midriff-bearing vest. What? I’m just saying.

Cute as a…

Monday mornings are, let’s be blunt, complete crap. Nobody likes them, nobody looks forward to them. Just ask Garfield or the coffee mug on your co-worker’s desk that screams “I hate Mondays!” at you ever time you walk by. So, what better way to ease into your work week than with something sublimely silly. When you have a spare 5 minutes, please allow Miranda July to show you “How to Make a Button.” Watch to the end, it’s worth it.

Something about that just made me smile. Silly. Simple. Surprisingly sweet. If you’re familiar with Miranda, you know the multi-hyphenate (writer-artist-musician-actress-director) is an oddball in the best sense of the word. She is also bisexual, which is really neither here nor there but might account for the cute tie she has on in the video. My exposure to her has been limited mostly to her 2005 debut film “Me and You and Everyone We Know.”

But watching her little instructional video reminded me how much I enjoyed the off-beat and original charm of that film. So I started to poke around and found a link to a website Miranda created last year for her collection of essays, “No One Belongs Here More Than You.” Again, I urge you to click and keep clicking (31 clicks in all) until the end. If you don’t enjoy it, I’ll buy you a ham sandwich.*

They say art, like obscenity, is in the eye of the beholder. Just ask Marcel Duchamp and the world’s most famous urinal. Miranda July makes art and there’s nothing subjective about that. It might not be up your alley, but it is always interesting. And, really, what more can you ask for from a Monday morning?

*Legal Note: Ms. Snarker more than likely won’t actually be able to buy you a ham sandwich. Why? 1) she has about $3 in her wallet and 2) ham sandwiches don’t mail well.

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Pre-L: Loyal and True

L512: “Loyal and True”
I cannot tell you how relieved I am that this is the last time I’ll hear “and looooooove” for the next 12 months. Four years later and I still want to rip off my own ears each time I hear that damn song. Speaking of damned things, how about Mama Chaiken’s title for the finale? Loyal and True? Oh, kiddies, you just know a whole lot of disloyal and untrue is gonna be happening up in here. And with that, please enjoy the last of the girls in tight dresses.

1. Beware serpents bearing forbidden fruit.2. Welcome to the carpool lane of cuteness.3. Well, that’s one way to find out you got the job.4. Is she strapped down to stop her from stealing scenes?5. Hey, Haven’t I Seen This Movie Before I: “High Art”6. Uhm, I hear their dental plan is great?7. Minnie Driver Helena returns!8. One week with Shane and you too could look like a lesbian.9. Glad to see those crazy kids could work it out.10. Someone wishes she had kept that gun.11. Turns out their dental plan was no big whoop.12. Say hello to your crazed lesbian fan base, Alice.13. Adele: Now with even more evil! (Black cigarette of doom sold separately.)14. Lesbians on scooters? Someone alert Cute Overload, again.15. The first gasps of Lesbian Twinsie Syndrome.16. Oh, hai. I am in ur galleriez. Embarsin ur deanz.17. Hey, Haven’t I Seen This Movie Before II: “Say Anything”18. We’re cool, right? Right?19. I’d take that as a no.20. Revenge is a dish best served multimedia.21. Helena Warbucks realizes why they brought her back.22. No my first name ain’t “Lover,” it’s Cindi. Miss Tucker if you’re nasty.23. Say hello to Ruth Bader Ginsberg for me, Molly.24. Let Mama T kiss it and make it all better.25. Who knew Begonia was Adele’s favorite flower?26. Hey, Haven’t I Seen This Movie Before III: “Dirty Dancing.”27. Forget Waldo, where’s meta?28. Ah, look at all the lonely people.29. A beehive, really? Where was Jenny hiding, 1952?30. The very definition of unsafe sex.31. Who you calling too gay?32. Vipers don’t love, Shane, they poison.
New Guestbian Count: 0
Best Line: “Thank you for putting up with … me.” -- Jenny to her cast and crew (and, by proxy, Ms. Snarker to her loyal and true Pre-L readers).