Thursday, May 27, 2004
AI 3
When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me that I had a missing twin. In retrospect, I think I know what she meant. She had to be referring to my parasitic gay male twin. You know, the one I have trapped inside my body.
Anyhoo, as Billy Barty would say, I propose that when the good folks at Freemantle Media and Fox Broadcasting revamp the electoral process for American Idol, they also revise the criteria for potential candidates. Any prospective Idol must also be a potential Gay Icon. Miss Fantasia Barrino certainly looks to be a likely Icon. Let's just start with her name. Plus, she has drama what with Zion and the baby daddy, no doubt.
And, she can SANG! Go 'head, Fantasia.
When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me that I had a missing twin. In retrospect, I think I know what she meant. She had to be referring to my parasitic gay male twin. You know, the one I have trapped inside my body.
Anyhoo, as Billy Barty would say, I propose that when the good folks at Freemantle Media and Fox Broadcasting revamp the electoral process for American Idol, they also revise the criteria for potential candidates. Any prospective Idol must also be a potential Gay Icon. Miss Fantasia Barrino certainly looks to be a likely Icon. Let's just start with her name. Plus, she has drama what with Zion and the baby daddy, no doubt.
And, she can SANG! Go 'head, Fantasia.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Running on empty
Here's what I've been reading in an attempt to get my engine revving:
*This review of a book I'd like to read in The Guardian
*This article in Harvard Magazine
*The Debt: What America Owes to Blacks by Randall Robinson (which I hope to follow up very shortly with The Reckoning: What Blacks Owe to Each Other)
*The Studio by John Gregory Dunne (in memorium)
Maybe it was the series finale of Angel last night that's got me all worn out. It was really one of the better resolutions that I've been witness to, a definite improvement on the Buffy finale and megatons better than that Friends nonsense.
Tears were shed but the love remains.
Here's what I've been reading in an attempt to get my engine revving:
*This review of a book I'd like to read in The Guardian
*This article in Harvard Magazine
*The Debt: What America Owes to Blacks by Randall Robinson (which I hope to follow up very shortly with The Reckoning: What Blacks Owe to Each Other)
*The Studio by John Gregory Dunne (in memorium)
Maybe it was the series finale of Angel last night that's got me all worn out. It was really one of the better resolutions that I've been witness to, a definite improvement on the Buffy finale and megatons better than that Friends nonsense.
Tears were shed but the love remains.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
To thine own self be true
After reading Simon Doonan's latest, Wacky Chicks: Life Lessons From Fearlessly Inappropriate and Fabulously Eccentric Women, I have realized that I am indeed, a wacky chick! Indeed, I am one descended from a long line of wacky chicks. Sadly, my wackiness has been restrained by my attempts at conventionality. Well, no more. Watch out, world!
After reading Simon Doonan's latest, Wacky Chicks: Life Lessons From Fearlessly Inappropriate and Fabulously Eccentric Women, I have realized that I am indeed, a wacky chick! Indeed, I am one descended from a long line of wacky chicks. Sadly, my wackiness has been restrained by my attempts at conventionality. Well, no more. Watch out, world!
Monday, May 03, 2004
Mean Girls
This film is, by far, one of the best that bears a Lorne Michaels banner (I am counting Wayne's World, by the way). And I'm not just saying it because I wrote a twenty-five page paper on girls, media and relational aggression. Hysterically funny! The cast was on point but I must give a special shout out to Tim Meadows, even though he's not being The Ladies' Man, whom I adore.
The end was kind of soft, though. The leading lady got the guy and the requisite kiss, but only after she was nice. Does no one know the secret of nice-nasty? You can have what you want without putting the fear of the bitch into people and without allowing those same people to walk over you like a worn-out doormat.
I just might have to write an essay about the art and science of nice-nastiness.
This film is, by far, one of the best that bears a Lorne Michaels banner (I am counting Wayne's World, by the way). And I'm not just saying it because I wrote a twenty-five page paper on girls, media and relational aggression. Hysterically funny! The cast was on point but I must give a special shout out to Tim Meadows, even though he's not being The Ladies' Man, whom I adore.
The end was kind of soft, though. The leading lady got the guy and the requisite kiss, but only after she was nice. Does no one know the secret of nice-nasty? You can have what you want without putting the fear of the bitch into people and without allowing those same people to walk over you like a worn-out doormat.
I just might have to write an essay about the art and science of nice-nastiness.
And speaking of theater
Lala alerted me to this article in yesterday's NYT. I always liked Tonya Pinkins, especially since she appeared on All My Children. I said I was a theater snob, not a television snob. Oh, wait... I guess I am a TV snob, as well. I just love the soaps! Not that I ever have a chance to watch them anymore.
Full-time employment has ruined my life.
Damn.
Lala alerted me to this article in yesterday's NYT. I always liked Tonya Pinkins, especially since she appeared on All My Children. I said I was a theater snob, not a television snob. Oh, wait... I guess I am a TV snob, as well. I just love the soaps! Not that I ever have a chance to watch them anymore.
Full-time employment has ruined my life.
Damn.
Business before pleasure
The Comedian will be appearing in what is charmingly termed a "musical stageplay" starting Wednesday and continuing through Sunday, May 9 in Los Angeles at the Wilshire Ebell Theater (where else?). The play - which I consider to be several steps above and beyond what Lala and I have been known to refer to as "honeychile" plays because we are THE-A-TAH snobs - is called I Sing 4 Luv.
In case you don't know, gospel musicals are enormously appealing to large chunks of the African-American theater-going public. This one is closer to the Vinnette Carroll tradition of Don't Bother Me, I Can't Cope and Your Arms Too Short To Box With God than say, Mama, I Need Some Credit. Okay... I straight robbed The Comedian on that last one. It is not now nor has ever been an actual production. I just can't think of another title right now. See, I'm a snob. Don't act like you didn't know.
Anyway, I really like the playwright, Kenneth Lee, and selfishly hope that the play is a resounding creative and commercial success. The Amazing One and I have become oddly accustomed to having a roof over our heads.
The Comedian will be appearing in what is charmingly termed a "musical stageplay" starting Wednesday and continuing through Sunday, May 9 in Los Angeles at the Wilshire Ebell Theater (where else?). The play - which I consider to be several steps above and beyond what Lala and I have been known to refer to as "honeychile" plays because we are THE-A-TAH snobs - is called I Sing 4 Luv.
In case you don't know, gospel musicals are enormously appealing to large chunks of the African-American theater-going public. This one is closer to the Vinnette Carroll tradition of Don't Bother Me, I Can't Cope and Your Arms Too Short To Box With God than say, Mama, I Need Some Credit. Okay... I straight robbed The Comedian on that last one. It is not now nor has ever been an actual production. I just can't think of another title right now. See, I'm a snob. Don't act like you didn't know.
Anyway, I really like the playwright, Kenneth Lee, and selfishly hope that the play is a resounding creative and commercial success. The Amazing One and I have become oddly accustomed to having a roof over our heads.
