Tuesday, December 02, 2008

America's smartheart

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I love Tina Fey. This is probably the biggest “duh” I've ever written. And, given the number of friendly folks who sent me the link to her Vanity Fair article yesterday [hat tipalooza to Babs, pyewacket, cappuccinogirl and Dianna!], everyone else knows it, too. So I was, of course, tickled pink (and every other color with a sense of humor) to read the big, fancy cover story written by Maureen Dowd and shot by Annie Leibovitz.

First things first, holy freaking crap, did you see those photos? I spent unexpected quality time with my floor thanks to the thud I took when I saw all the hotness. I'd also like to express my sincere gratitude to Annie in advance for lowering my heating bill this season. Because, damn, those photos are going to warm up many a cold winter night for me – if you know what I mean.

And then there is the rather lengthy piece by Maureen (those folks with Pulitzers think they invented the sentence) that covers Tina's rise to fame, work ethic and even that infamous scar. It is clearly, just given its subject matter, an interesting read. But through the whole thing I couldn't help being just a tad annoyed. No, not with Tina. I could never be annoyed with Tina. I worship daily at the alter of Fey-minism.

No, I was annoyed with the writer. Jesus, Maureen, we get it. Tina Fey joined Weight Watchers and started dressing better. Do you have to keep harping on her “makeover?” How many times do you have to come back to the fact that Tina was once “quite round” with a “bad short haircut” and “thrift-store sweaters?”

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The genius of Tina is not that she “lost 30 pounds, fixed her hair, put on a pair of hot-teacher glasses.” Granted, the article doesn't lay the entire secret to her success on her transformation from “mousy brain into a brainy glamour-puss.” Maureen also repeatedly mentioned her “German” work ethic. But she goes back to her supposed metamorphosis enough to make me wonder, would she ever write this way about a man? Would anyone write this way about a man?

Yeah, probably not. It's still a man's world, even when written by women. Though I did rather like New Yorker staff writer Michael Specter's description of Tina in the article as “the sex symbol for every man who reads without moving his lips.” So, in the end, I'm just grateful that Tina is rocking the shit out of all of our worlds.

A collection of my Fey-vorites from Vanity Fair:

On her husband, Jeff, wanting to go to this strip club “ironically.”:

“I was like, ‘The fuck you will.’....I feel like we all need to be better than that. That industry needs to die, by all of us being a little bit better than that.”

On hanging out at her mom's Greek friends at their weekly poker games:

“I loved hanging out with the ladies, because they were very funny, and a little bit mean, and had lots of Entenmann’s products....Because of the Greek-girl thing, I have, like, boobs and butt...I only have two speeds— either matronly or a little too slutty. I have to be steered away from cheetah print.”

On growing up in a family of Republicans:

“When I was 18 and registering to vote, my mom’s only instruction was ‘You just go in and pull the big Republican lever.’ That’s my welcome to adulthood. She’s like, ‘No, don’t even read it. Just pull the Republican lever.”

On not losing her virginity until her 20s:

“I remember bringing people over in high school to play—that’s how cool I am—that game Celebrity. That’s how I successfully remained a virgin well into my 20s, bringing gay boys over to play Celebrity.”

On her scar, caused when she was 5 by a stranger slashing her face in her front yard:

“It’s impossible to talk about it without somehow seemingly exploiting it and glorifying it,” she says. Did she feel less attractive growing up because of it? “I don’t think so,” she says. “Because I proceeded unaware of it. I was a very confident little kid. It’s really almost like I’m kind of able to forget about it, until I was on-camera, and it became a thing of ‘Oh, I guess we should use this side’ or whatever. Everybody’s got a better side.”

On her own vanity:

“The most I’ve changed pictures out of vanity was to edit around any shot where you can see my butt. I like to look goofy, but I also don’t want to get canceled because of my big old butt.”

On talk of her being “mean” to Sarah Palin backstage at SNL:

“What made me super-mad about it was that it seemed very sexist toward me and her. The implication was that she’s so fragile, which she is not. She’s a strong woman. And then, also, it was sexist because, like, who would ever go on the news and say, ‘Well, I thought it was sort of mean to Richard Nixon when Dan Aykroyd played him,’ and ‘That seemed awful mean to George Bush when Will Ferrell did it.’ And it’s like, No, that’s not the thing. This is a comedy sketch on a comedy show.”

And, finally, the most sexist and simultaneously brilliant piece of advice Alec Baldwin has probably ever given in his life:

“You are a very attractive woman and you’ve got to work that. You’ve got to pop one more button on that blouse... ”

Hey, did anyone else do a little quick calculation in her head while reading the article? OK, so, Tina is 38. She met Jeff 14 years ago. And she lost her virginity at age 25. Finally, all those years of studying math pays off. Also, if you don't turn instantly into a Fey-natic (too much? nah.) after seeing Tina dance in this video then I'm not sure if we can still be friends. Fine, we can still be friends. But I'll call you my crazy friend.


Monday, December 01, 2008

Pre-Pre-L: Spare the rod, spoil The L Word

Oh, kittens. If you want to maintain your sanity, please stop reading now. I mean it. Stop. Go here. Or here. Or possibly here. No good can come of what follows. Look, you'll find out on your own soon enough. But I want you to hold onto your mental well-being for as long as you can. Why rush the crazy?

But for those poor souls like me whose sanity is already long gone, please join me as we talk about all the latest “L Word” spoilers that splatted all over The Internets over Thanksgiving weekend. [Big ups to TWoP Forum and SaabStory!] So, in case I haven't made myself clear enough, STOP READING IMMEDIATELY IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED FOR SEASON 6! This is your last chance. I am in no way kidding and will not be held responsible for what follow. Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

So, here is the thing...hey, you! I see you hiding in the corner. Get outta here. It's for your own good, trust me... Are they all gone now? Good. Let us begin at the beginning.



As nice as it is to see Lucy Lawless pull up to the gayborhood, it's disconcerting to see that the show about hot women kissing has turned into an episode of “Lesbian & Order.” And it's even more disconcerting when we find out who is in the pool. Because Ilene Chaiken has gone and done it. You thought, perhaps, that even she didn't have a big enough ego to end her series with not only a death but The Death. But, you clearly thought wrong. Yep, Ilene killed Jenny.

So, the great Lesbian Clue games begins (and presumably ends) with Jenny floating in the swimming pool. Um, Ilene. Yeah, hi. “Sunset Boulevard” called, and it wants its plot back. As my friend the brilliant (and returning, woo to the hoo!) TLW recapper Scribegrrrl pointed out, last season was Ilene's “All About Eve” moment. Now this season Ilene seems to be telling Mr. DeMille that she is ready for her close-up. A Hollywood writer is found floating in a pool and the rest of the story is told in flashback. Where is Norma Desmond when you need her?

The Death of Jenny (heretofore to be known as DOJ, since the irony of this act sharing an acronym with the Department of Justice or anything related to justice is just...rich), will surely be cheered by some. I mean, Jenny is crazy. Like coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs, full-tilt boogie, do not pass go do not collect $200 crazy. But, the thing is, Mia Kirshner somehow managed to pull it off. For all of Jenny's megalomania, destructiveness and bat guano mainlining, you always hoped that she could be redeemed. After all, the series has been, in large part, about Jenny's journey. She is the one who came to Vancouver L.A. She is the one who realized she was gay. She is the artist in search of herself.

So, as loyal followers, we hoped that her journey would take us somewhere. I don't kid myself to think that TLW is much more than a sexy, stylized and sometimes sensationally acted soap opera. But instead of rewarding our loyalty, Ilene has chosen to kick us for our stupidity. Did she really think she was going to sneak the oldest lesbian story in the book past us? You know the one. You've seen it your entire life. It's the sad doomed lesbian. (For reference please see “The Children's Hour,” “Lost and Delirious,” all the very special episodes of a crime procedurals during sweeps month).

Come on, Ilene. The best you could do was to Sylvia Plath your lead character? Just stick her head in an oven and be done with it. We get it. This is your show. This is your character. This is your prerogative. All of this is true. But that you chose to take all your creative energy and pour it into this? Whether by murder, suicide or accidental flotation device malfunction, I can't help but feel cheated.

While I don't think that artists owe their audiences anything more than the art itself, I do think that art must be authentic. It needs to mean something. And it certainly needs to mean something more than the hubris it takes to kill a character just because you can. I mean, what are we meant to take away from Jenny's life and death? If you had told me from the start that this would just be a giant LOLlesbian I could have saved a lot of time these past five years.

I've largely stayed away the rest of the spoilers (yes, yes, I know about Shenny), not because I don't care but because the DOJ has left me adrift like Gatsby in that pool (hey, if Ilene can steal so can I). But this isn't a commentary on the empty materialism and easy immorality at work beneath the glamor of the rich. Nor is it an ink-black comedic dismantling of the Hollywood myth. This is Jenny fucking Schecter. The only thing that would be worse is if Ilene ended it all as a dream. God, she wouldn't, right?



So, have at it kittens. Are you ready to scratch your own eyes out? Are you ready to scratch Ilene's eyes out? Are you just trying to scratch your way out of of this box and into freedom? Don't worry, Ilene. You are big. It's just the lesbians that got small.

Friday, November 28, 2008

My Weekend Crush

Thanksgiving got me thinking about family. And family got me thinking about moms. And moms got me thinking about Lauren Graham. Of course, this is silly since while Lauren is probably most famous for playing the simultaneously coolest and fastest-talking mom in TV history, she herself is not a mom and therefore should not be considered that acronym that rhymes with “filth.” But, hey, that's how my mind works and who can blame me for wanting to think about Lauren Graham?

Lauren is the girl you wished lived next door. She is accessible, yet totally not. It's that dream of accessibility that tantalizes us so. And then there's that promise of mischief. Her eyes have that proverbial twinkle, her grin curls slyly toward Cheshire. When you couple both those with her impeccable delivery of the perfectly placed quip the result is beyond irresistible. In short, she is the kind of girl you can't decide whether you want more as your best friend or your girlfriend. Though, in the end, the only acceptable answer is both. Happy weekend, all.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

thankyouverymuch

We're T-minus one day away from total food comas here in the states. But this year I thought I would give thanks before we gorged ourselves on turkey or tofurkey or – god, forbid – turducken (note to food marketers, never start the name of your dish with “turd”). With that here are a few of the things I am truly thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Jennifer Beals' ArmsLadies, if those don't make you gay then you're truly a lost cause and good luck with the fellas.

Tina Fey's PalinIs political satire essential in a thriving democracy? You betcha.

Rachel Maddow's BrainBoys may not, but girls sure do make passes at girls who wear glasses. Especially the smart ones.

Your Reading HabitsThank you all for stopping by my tiny corner of the interwebs. Thank you for following my blog. Thank you for sending me emails (which I am still working through, please continue to forgive my tardiness). Thank you for being so lovely and smart and funny and generally awesome. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So, now it's your turn. Anything you're particularly thankful for this year? Let's hear it. Oh, and pass the gravy. See you Friday. Happy gobble gobble, all.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Pre-Pre-L: L'ementary, my dear Watson

So, is this the look that kills? Or is it the look that is about to get killed? Let's get our Sherlock Holmes on and sleuth out the answers. The first production stills of “The L Word” Season 6 have been released and if the 30-some images are any indication, things are deadly serious in the house that Mama Chaiken built. It's like a no smile zone. All we see initially in episode 601 are the gals sitting around The Planet waiting for someone to die.

[Photos by Paul Michaud/Showtime. Please link instead of reposting. Click any and all to enlarge.]

Bette: Come on, arms like those alone are reason to smile.Shane: I wouldn't smile either if I had to wear Beetlejuice's pants.Alice: Is this the face of guilt?Jenny: Is this the face of crazy?Tasha: Yep, Jenny is the face of crazy.Tina: She is either telling Helena she wants two sugars or to duck because someone has a gun.Helena: This is as close as we get to a smile, and really I think it says, “Dammit, Ilene, didn't you already kill off Dana?”Once the gals move away from The Planet things are just as smile-free, but conveniently more LOLesbians-worthy.

Shane: I has a bucket.Alice: Looking innocent, ur doin it wrong.Alice & Tasha 1: Being in love, ur also doin it wrong.Alice & Tasha 2: OK, now ur doin it rite.Shane: All ur lesbians are belong to us.Bette: Hey, sum ur lesbians are belong to me.Tina: Pout, I has it.(Also, um are those plastic cuffs on that dress? Tina, girl, no.)

This next set I call "A Day in the Life of The Lesbian Fonz.”

Morning: Everything was great until her girlfriend got home.Afternoon: Yeah, this is my suitcase. Why do you ask?Evening: This could be why I'm living out of a paper bag.(Note: Yes, Shenny fans, there is a Santa Claus. He apparently comes in episode 604. Though from the kung fu grip Shane has on Jenny's wrists and the less than, um, French response to her kiss I'd say it's not the embrace you were hoping for...at least not yet.)

These next few shots are also from episode 604 (don't ask me why they've skipped over 602 and 603). Take a look at who is present and accounted for. I see Shane, Jenny, Alice, Bette, Tina and Kit.They couldn't be THAT obvious and narrow our death list down to Helena and Tasha, could they? Still, that grin on Kit's face totally says, “Hallelujah, I get to live!”

Though, I guess anyone who includes not one, not two, but three shots of herself in the promo stills actually could be that obvious.Speaking of obvious, apparently the Showtime marketing department really loves their puns, about lesbian sex or otherwise. This came in the mail today.Yep, they're cookies. Yep, they're in a box that reads: “TV SO GOOD YOU COULD EAT IT UP.” Sadly, the “Weeds” cookie did not live up to its advertising. Though, I plan to revel in the totally unsubtle dirtiness of eating the ladies of TLW later today. What? You know you wish you could, too.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Bloody L

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As information about the final season of “The L Word” and its online spinoff leak out, I have just one question. Why? Seriously, why? Why murder? Why prison? Why so cheesy? Why, why, why?

Now, at first I was hoping this whole killer thing was just a tease. As in, “Ha, ha. You thought someone would actually die? Nah, it's just killer material. Get it? Oh, stop cringing, we wanted to make sure you'd watch.” But no. We should be so lucky. Mama Chaiken is, indeed, deadly serious. Or, perhaps just dead crazy.

Yep, that's right. Someone gets killed. Someone gets blamed. And it all apparently happens in the first two minutes. I guess they're adhering to the quick-like-a-bandage approach for bad news. But, seriously, murder? I mean, I know TLW is a soap opera, but did they really have to resort to murder? What's next? Comas? Evil twins? Switched at birth?

It all makes my head hurt. While admittedly I enjoy watching crime procedurals, I never ever thought that the only my favorite lesbian drama would turn into one. A murder mystery is decidedly not how I wanted the final season of TLW to go down.

And, speaking of going down, can we please talk about that poster's tagline. Going down in history? Really? Really, Showtime? Of all the taglines you could have picked for a lesbian show and you pick “Going down in history?” So, it's because it's the last season before it's “history”? Or, wait, it's because lesbians “go down” on each other? God, you're so clever. Give your entire PR department a raise. They deserve it. Who else could think of something so genius? While we're on the topic of genius, my good friend StuntDouble wants to audition for your promotions department. Clearly, you should hire her immediately.

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Heck, we haven't even touched the great disembodied head snogfest in the poster. So many questions, so few answers.

Yeah, I don't know either.

As if murder and bad puns for lesbian sex weren't enough, now comes potential details on the spin-off featuring Leisha Hailey, via The L Word Online. It will be “Possibly set in a prison. Possibly set in London.” Whaaaa? How did Alice get herself thrown into British jail? Wait, Helena is British. Does she kill Helena? In England? It's like Lesbian Clue. It was Alice in Trafalgar Square with the strap-on. As for it being in prison, I guess we all knew Mama Chaiken has a thing for jail house rocking of worlds thanks to the two behind-bars sex scenes we've been treated to over the years. But to take the whole spin-off to prison, well, that's just getting brazen with your fetish.

Speaking of Leisha, hat tip to tunedout47 for noticing a striking and unexpected resemblance. “Electric Youth” anyone?

Though, now that OurChart.com is calling it quits (yes, I know they say they haven't, but it's hard to survive without a staff and new content), where will this killer TLW spin-off launch, anyway? The whole thing is just...blerg. I tune in for hot women shagging stimulating lesbian discourse, not “CSI: Labia.”

Friday, November 21, 2008

My Weekend Crush

My thing for crime procedurals is no secret. I love them and unabashedly so. Over the years one show has grown on me with its combination of crime and, well, chemistry. No, not the chemistry of swirling beakers or spraying luminol. The chemistry of characters. “Bones” wasn't a favorite of mine when it started. The chemistry didn't quite click – yet. Still I watched, even if at first it was just to see what Angel was up to. But then I kept watching because it was impossible not to watch Emily Deschanel. We're talking bone structure for days, people. Over the past four seasons “Bones” and particularly Emily have made me a fan.

What I like about her intractable portrayal of Temperance Brennan is that while she is the queen of the squints, she gives Bones enough shared humanity and a healthy dose of heat to make her sympathetic. Also, it's cool that she knows martial arts. What? Smart gals who kick ass are a weakness. While “Bones” is a crime show, it's also a comedy with “Moonlighting”-worthy sexual tension. And it's that mix of light, dark and sexy that keeps us coming back week after week without wanting to slit our wrists or double bolt our doors afterward. (Seriously, I watched my first “Criminal Minds” recently and was so freaked out afterward I Googled home alarm systems.) Plus, seriously, Bones in librarian glasses? Hot. Bones not knowing that librarian glasses are hot? Double hot. Happy weekend, all.



p.s. I still hate Sweets, though. Bring back Zack!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Baby, you can drive my car

You know who we haven't heard from in a while? Why it's my Fake Girlfriend No. 2, Sarah Haskins. But don't worry, Sarah has been busy. She has been busy watching car commercials, that is. Car marketing toward women is ripe for parody. I mean, they named a car Crave and then made its ad about food. While I know they're hoping to attract women, I have a funny feeling it speaks more to stoners instead.

Still, the most ridiculous ads have to be the ones about getting all hot and bothered by your car. I mean, I like my car but I've never been turned on by my car. Turned on in my car, now that's another story. Ah, memories. Wait, what? You're still here. Well, go watch Sarah. I'm reminiscing.

Oh, Sarah. You can drive my car any day. Beep beep'm beep beep, yeah, indeed.