Over at the website Queerty, the editors investigated the ways in which many businesses and their owners discriminate against their gay employees by not allowing partner’s benefits or supporting anti-gay legislation. They think you should know who the worst offenders are so you don’t accidently give your hard-earned cash to one of them. It’s an interesting mix. And a few surprises.
Monthly Archives: February 2009
Quote of the Day: “Something always happens whenever we’re together/We get a happy feeling when we’re singing a song…” “Come On Get Happy” by The Partridge Family
For some reason over the last few days, I haven’t been able to get the lyrics to the Brady Bunch song “Time to Change” out of my head. I think it’s because I was flipping through an old journal recently and I came across an entry I wrote a coupla years ago about devastatingly blonde Eve Plumb and a memory I had about her Brady-busting role in the classic TV movie/cautionary tale Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway (not to mention her command return performance in the sequel Alexander: The Other Side of Dawn.) But I digress…
Here’s the actual performance on the Talent Show. They lost. I think it was because 1) this song was NOT as good as the one they used to audition (see above!) and 2) those atrocious track-suit/twin sets they donned made them look like a lost Olympic team in search of an event. Such wasted potential…
I used to love the Pet Shop Boys. “Being Boring” is, to me, one of the finest pop songs of the last 20 years. Their new single is no “Being Boring”–or even a “West End Girls” or “What Have I Done To Deserve This”–but it makes me love them again…It’s a real cutie, catchy as hell, ethereally bouncy, sincere romantic fun…Sorta goes against the 80-style material-whirl excess of “Opportunities” (“I’ve got the brains/You’ve got the looks/Let’s make lots of money…”), but maybe the Boys have grown up, after all…
See you tomorrow for the WayBack Machine on WayBack Wednesdays…Bring your dancing shoes!!!
Quote of the Day: “Button your lip, baby/Button your coat/Lets go out dancing/Go for the throat…” “Mixed Emotions” by the Rolling Stones
I know the Christian Bale rant is sorta old news, but it still makes me laugh like a deranged, masochistic 4-year-old getting tickled by his favorite aunt.
This clip combines two of my favorite things, Christian Bale’s on-set breakdown and The Family Guy.
This is remix culture at it’s best, as far as I’m concerned, snide, funny, a little mean…fabulous!
I promise, after the original, after the lady in the airport, and now today, there will be no more tantrum posts…Well, not until the next one…!
So apparently this woman missed her flight. And she lets the whole world know just how pissed and upset she is, throwing a tantrum that rivals only Christian Bale in loudness, length, and intensity.
I wonder where she was trying to get to? Her only daughter’s wedding? Her only son’s graduation from law school? A twentieth high school reunion? The final stop on The Police’s world tour? A bris? Wherever it was, this lady was NOT having it…(if anyone can translate the verbiage of her freak-out I’d be forever grateful!)
Have any of you seen the news footage of the sista who got shot in the head by her man, but lived to tell the tale…because her thick-ass weave stopped the bullet? You gotta see this, and hear her tell the story, to believe it…(I thought about calling this story “Bulletproof Weav-a” as a play on the title of my girl Lisa Jones’ book of essays Bulletproof Diva but changed my mind at the last minute…I thought it needed a more pop title than literary title, considering homegirl’s rather blase rendering of the story…) I’m still out on how I feel about this story: is it about abuse? Cause if so, homegirl does not seem too pressed about it…
To really appreciate the full flavor of this urban tale, you have to see it from another vantage point: listen to the commentary from the commentators over at ABC News: click here…!
Quote of the Day: “You commie homo-loving sons of guns!” — Sean Penn, winning his second Best Actor Oscar
I really enjoyed the Oscars last night. I know one’s not supposed to say that. It’s not hip or fashionable to enjoy an Oscar telecast; one is supposed to be all sarcastic and nasty about it, commenting solely on the clothes and hairstyles to have any real impact in the general post-game conversation. Well, ha! to that, I say. The new production team (Bill Condon–who directed Dreamgirls–and Laurence Mark) kept their ideas a closely-guarded secret–and it worked. Setting up the show as a “lesson” in how movies get made, lining up the awards (for the most part) in the order of how the elements of a film production fall into place–a stroke of producerial genius, I say. Using groups of actors (or solo stars like Will Smith) to guide viewers on this tour–smashingly done, especially Sarah Jessica Parker/Daniel Craig and Natalie Portman/Ben Stiller (who’s Joaquim Phoenix impression was hi-larious)…Didn’t care so much for Jennifer Aniston and Jack Black–both of them seem to try to hard in general, and together it just seemed like a real sweat-fest.