Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
1. A gay boy with an Hermes bag.
2. Overachiever raised by gay parents.
3. Manipulative use of Journey and Grease
4. A first kiss scene that actually reminds me of high school
5. Critiques of the United States education system
6. Adolescent singing fantasies (I still have them)
You could really watch it just for Jane Lynch alone.
Friday, September 18, 2009
So, Paula Abdul impersonated Ellen Degeneres on the VH1 'Diva' Awards. I've included a link rather than embedded content because Yahoo is savvy and won't allow me to snag an embed-code. There's a version on Youtube that I recommend watching, because the Celebrity.com mise-en-scene is even more trashy.
I'm wondering what Abdul's trying to accomplish here. At first I thought it was a kind of negative drag act, but if drag is deeply satirical--politically satirical--than the impression is dead-on. Abdul is almost a Drag King in her attempt to parody Ellen, and it's only more richly complicated given Abdul's pretty solid gay fanbase in the late-80s, as well as her current gay fanbase that re-coalesced after she took the American Idol job. Personally, I remember the video to "Opposites Attract," and I think it may have made me gay, or at least contributed.
The idea of media parody opens up so many interesting discussions about the place of queer celebrities. Is parody an in-road, a form of public acceptance? Or is there a more invidious under-current of homophobia, if that category in fact even has the power to contain every single act of resistance towards queer life. Which it probably doesn't.
Is Ellen being critiqued as a comedian, an actor, a host, a lesbian, or for all of these various spaces and affective networks within her life? Is she donning a form of drag whenever she steps in front of an audience of mostly-straight middle-aged women? The video that she did recently, interviewing her partner, Portia di Rossi, in the middle of their huge back yard, is like a fascinating cinematic docudrama. Queer women at home, interacting. Is this an exercise in the construction of homonormativity on television? *See, we play wacky games on the grass, just like straight couples* Or is it just all improvisational, like queer jazz?
Eiher way, there's something very Dietrich-esque about the way Abdul wears a pant-suit. She's trying to be cynical, but she can't help appearing very sexy as well. As a viewer, you're confused, but also a little aroused. And maybe that's her intention.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sandra Thomas, Vancouver CourierPublished: Friday, September 11, 2009
In the past five decades West End resident Ted Northe has been recognized by federal, provincial, municipal and international governments for his charity work and fundraising efforts.
But Northe, who spells his name in lower case, told the Courier this week he was most honoured recently to find out he'd been named as an inductee to the first Canadian Queer Hall of Fame, which will be based in Vancouver. "I never expected this," said Northe. "This is a real thrill because it's Canadian and I am a very proud Canadian."
Northe and four other inductees will be recognized Sept. 19 for their significant contributions to human rights and equality for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered Canadians at an event organized by the CIBC Pride Network and Qmunity. Formerly known as The Centre, Qmunity is a resource centre for the queer community located on Bute Street. The hall of fame ceremony runs during an inaugural red carpet gala, Q-Ball, at the Westin Bayshore Hotel.
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Friday, September 11, 2009
I've noticed that the quality of aloneness is different, though, when you have a partner and you're involved in a long-distance relationship. When I was single, being alone was something that I both accepted and invited. I enjoyed living by myself. Now I'm not so sure how I feel about it anymore. I used to think there were certain things--Secret Single Behavior--that you could only do if you lived alone. But then I discovered that there are people who will actually let you do these things in front of them, without judging or complaining. In that sense, living with a partner/loved one can become like an exchange of secret behavior, where each person tries to up the ante slightly over a period of time, until one finally discovers a limit. Now that I'm living alone again, I find that I have nobody to gross out or mystify with my OCD behavior. It's just not as fun, and the cat gives very little feedback.
As I get older, though, I am starting to notice subtle shifts in the way that I live alone. I clean more now, for instance. At 20, there's a certain perverse satisfaction in letting your own filth accumulate. At 30, it's just annoying to see dishes in the sink or a dirty carpet, so you clean it for aesthetic purposes. When I live with someone, I generally need to be prodded to clean, but once the suggestion's in my head, I'll clean anything. When I live alone, I find myself cleaning even more, simply because there's no possibility that the cat will actually clean anything herself.
I do hate carpet, though. I find it impossible to go from hardwood to carpet. Hardwood gets dirty, but all you have to do is wash it. Carpet gets gross, and there's always the fear that you might spill something on it. Hardwood makes a room appear lighter, more inviting, whereas carpet just reminds me of how many shades of beige there are in the world.
I'm also concerned about the strange fissures in my ceiling, but that's probably just paranoia.