Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
(Via Bookninja; Bookslut)
Monday, March 20, 2006
Anyway, despite the fact that I only know who a few of these superheroes are, this list of superhero religious affiliation is really rather fascinating. Who knew there were so many Jewish/Catholic/Episcopalian superheroes? Really, who knew that superheroes were religious at all? I mean, religion really isn't something you associate with them, ya know? You don't think of Spider-Man going to church or Batman praying; it's not what superheroing is all about. But, then, it really isn't that surprising, when a lot of superheroes have met God(s) personally (like Wonder Woman) or are themselves gods (like Thor).
Sunday, March 19, 2006
At some point, though, even the disinterested have to ask, "When is it time to give the white-boy rapping up?" The answer? WHEN YOU HAVE FREAKING SALT AND PEPPER HAIR! Seriously, y'all, last night I saw Adam Yauch (alias MCA, alias Nathaniel Hornblower) on Late Night with Carson Daly (yeah, I watch it; what can I say, I'm up all night, I have to watch something) and he looks like frickin' Moses! Time to hang up the tracksuits, Boys.
| You scored as Wiglaf. Loyal and brave in your own right, you are Wiglaf, one of Beowulf's Geats. You are the only one of Beowulf's hand-picked troop who stood by his Lord's side as he faced the dragon. After Beowulf's death, you rebuke those who fled when they were needed most.|
If You Were in Beowulf...
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Saturday, March 18, 2006
Small, quiet, and very insecure, you could hide in just about any crowd. Even a crowd of one or two people. Even though you're virtually anonymous anywhere you go, you could have been wealthy if people hadn't mistreated you and taken your money. This is probably most of why you're insecure. But some people who study you hard think you're cute, so maybe you should try to open up a little.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
(BTW, speaking of college, some college-life humor.)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Oh, well, I'll never be the gay Jackie Collins, now. No fantastic jewelry for me! (Seriously, have you ever seen that woman's bling? FABulous!)
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
I'm a very lucky person, in all sorts of ways, but particularly in terms of my sexuality. I've never had to deal with gay bashing or hardcore homophobia; I've never lived in fear that my parents will throw me out of the house or stop loving more anything like that. I "pass" for straight most of the time, though I'm not trying to act straight. I have my queeny/flaming moments, but, for the most part, I just act "normally," in a way that isn't considered "gay." I've never felt conflicted or ashamed of my sexuality. In fact, I can't imagine being straight or even wanting to be. I think being gay is great.
But, despite what on the surface is the "perfect" life, despite the fact that it is supposedly "cool" to be gay nowadays and we gays are somehow taking over and destroying America with our degeneracy, it really isn't always fun to be gay in America.
More than anything, what gets me personally is the evasion. When people ask me if I'm going to get married and have kids, do I say, "No, I'm a big homo, so there will be no reproducing from me, and I'll have to move to Canada or Massachusetts to get married."? When people ask me if I have a girlfriend, do I say, "No, I'm gay. No boyfriend, either, though."? I want to say it, I almost say it, but I always chicken out with non-gendered pronouns and general answers. Why don't I come out to my father and grandmother? Why don't I ever talk about it with my mother or my sister? Because I don't want to upset anyone. Because I don't want a bad reaction that will upset me. Because I'm afraid. So I evade and omit. And that is torture. I can't be fully open in a way that straight people just naturally are.
As I said, I don't have to deal with the kind of homphobia that many of my brethren and sistren do (and all praises to the queeny queens and bull dykes and transgendered, 'cause they're the brave and strong ones). But that doesn't mean I don't deal with subtler forms.
(Via Towleroad via Pink Is The New Blog)
Monday, March 13, 2006
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Friday, March 10, 2006
I was excited, then, to read that there's a film adaptation in the works. But, uh, Claire Danes as Yvaine? Ugh. And the De Niro character is nowhere in the book and sounds absolutely awful. Pajiba voices concerns about the writer, as well.
*sigh* I suppose it's just going to be another Hollywood hack job of a great book.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
(Via Pharyngula; Hairy Museum of History; Not Only But Also)
Is it just nostalgia, though? It's the music of my early childhood, so of course I have a soft spot for it. Those of different generations: is 80s pop actually good or just good if you grew up with it?
(Via Books, Inq.)
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
My fellow Gays are rioting over the Brokeback loss. Fabulously, of course.
Lots of people were liveblogging.
Andy Towle was shocked, but still incredibly pretty.
Rich is going to hell with Lauren Bacall.
Opinion on Jon Stewart's hosting is rather divided. Really, though, when does any host ever make everyone happy, so what does it matter? Someone is always going to bitch.
Crash provoked a hate-fuck.
The indomitable Fug Girls eviserate the bad Oscars fashion after overcoming Clooney Coma.
BTW, I totally never really got the Clooney-lusting thing, but, after losing the Syriana weight and recovering from the spinal injury, dude has been looking majorly hot. However, I didn't like the end of his acceptance speech. I mean, his "I'm glad we're not in touch" is fine, but he really didn't think it through. I mean, yeah, the Academy gave an Oscar to Hattie McDaniel in 1939 (because, I mean, how could you not give an Oscar to Mamie? She's the best part of the film!), but she and her date had to sit in the back of the theater at the ceremony. And it's not like black actors were rakin' in the big roles for a long time after that. Also, yeah, you guys have been supportive of AIDS research, but y'all are also all closeted, too. So, George, Hollywood might not be "in touch," but that hardly makes it "progressive."
Pajiba weighs in.
Isaac Mizrahi is just like Joan Rivers (though, in my book, that's fine, since I love the old, plastic bitch).
Michael Berube hasn't gotten over Dances With Wolves yet, let alone Crash.
Richard lays on the sarcasm.
Some are dazed, but not confused.
And... that's it, I think. I'm Oscars-ed out.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Surprised at George Clooney's win. I was sure Paul Giamatti would get it, just because the Academy always gives people the award in the wrong year.
If I were a woman, I would be incredibly jealous of Rachel Weisz; bitch looks better pregnant than any woman has a right to.
Jon Stewart, of whom I am a huge fan, did okay. Really, I just wanted him not to fail. Oscar hosts are never really funny; they're playing to too many different constituencies and have the Academy breathing down their necks. Still, there were enough chuckles to make it non-cringeworthy. (Speaking of cringeworthy, what about poor Lauren Bacall? She was not well, you could tell. They shouldn't have put her up there.)
The "shock" of the night was Crash's win for best picture. I put shock in quotation marks because I had a feeling Brokeback would loose to Crash. Though it's critically controversial, from what I've read, Crash is a sort of movie industry favorite. Brokeback was too hyped up; they probably just felt like fucking with us all and going for the "hometown favorite." Oh, well. I can't wait to see the consternation and irritation on the gay blogosphere later today... And I'm sure more than a few Oscar parties, whose guestlists are invariably gay-heavy (it is the Gay Superbowl, you know), were in an uproar.
I didn't watch the red carpet coverage, so I don't know for sure, but, by and large, the fashions on display were very nice. The only two howlers I saw were Charlize Theron's bow-the-size-of-her-head dress (And, BTW, what bug crawled up her pretty, pretty South African ass? She barely cracked a smile all night! Ya had an Oscar already, bitch, and you only got nominated this year because the competition pool was so poor, so smile, baby, and just have fun!) and Naomi Watts'... whatever the hell that is. As my sister said, it looked like a crafts maven hot glue gunned a bunch of rattan and shredded chiffon on her dress. Oh, and Nicole? STOP WITH THE BLONDE HAIR! It totally washes you out and makes your already enormous forehead look even bigger and more Botoxed than it already is! Go back to the red hair, girlfriend, immediately!
Otherwise, another insanely boring Oscar broadcast. Next year, I'm not watching it, though I know I totally will in the end.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Pride and Prejudice could be rendered less saccharine by introducing the scene where Darcy explains to Elizabeth that it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune still in want of a wife is obviously gay, so he is moving to Tangiers to live with Wickham.
Well, really! Darcy and Wickham? The very idea! It would have been Darcy and Bingley, of course! If ever there was a top/bottom relationship, it was theirs.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
(BTW, I get a kick out of the fact that this article is on a book industry website. Gay porn's going mainstream, baby!)
(Via Bookninja, of all places. Is there something you're not telling me, George? *hehehe*)
Friday, March 03, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Anyway, I've noticed a trend in these newer Agatha Christie adaptations: a lot of queering going on. Christie didn't utterly ignore homosexuality (in A Murder Is Announced, for instance, there is a quite open lesbian relationship), but she definitely didn't feature it as much as her recent adaptations suggest. To wit...
Body in the Library: In the book, a heterosexual couple plan the murder; in the new adaptation, the identity of one of the culprits is changed, making the dastardly duo lesbians.
Five Little Pigs: In the book, one character is a boyhood friend of the murder victim with a crush on said victim's wife; in the new adaptation, the boyhood friend does not have a crush on the victim's wife, but on the victim himself.
Cards on the Table: Now this particular book I only read once, so my grasp of the details isn't as good as they should be. However, I don't remember the book containing the intimation that the murder victim was gay, a lesbionic friendship, a gay murderer, and a gay policeman caught on camera.
I don't actually have a complaint about this queering in the adaptations, since they're minor changes to the story that more or less work, but I do find it intriguing. Why, exactly, do the adapters feel it necessary to queer Christie to such a degree? What do they think it gets them that a more "faithful" approach wouldn't? Any thoughts (especially from the film studies/literature professors I know pop in from time to time) would be welcome!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
"Freaky" in rap (and, yes, I am conscious that I'm listening to radio rap, so perhaps I'm getting a very watered-down impression) seems to break down to such "nasty" things as doggy style, anal, threeways, and blowjobs. I'm sorry, but none of those things really strike me as "freaky." Beating off using cream cheese as lube while two woman and a transexual pee on you and your friends watch is freaky. Doing it doggy style? Not so much. Rappers have no sexual imagination, apparently. All talk and no game.