Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Last weekend was gay pride or "pride" weekend in Long Beach. A number of events took place celebrating alternative lifestyles. One of the events was a comedy show featuring Wanda Sykes. Our friend, Barry, purchased tickets to the show without realizing it was pride weekend, he just likes her comedy and thought his wife would enjoy the night out.
Best laid plans and all that jazz, foiled by 103 degree temperature, Marci needed to stay home with their daughter. We talked about getting another ticket for me to go but I was wishy-washy as I had lots of work to get done, why don't the boys just go solo? Right. I have never seen two guys who have gay friends and are fine with gay people be so scared they were going to be mistaken for a gay couple. It was HILARIOUS. Seriously? So what if people you don't even know think you are gay? What does it matter? Apparently to straight men this is still a big deal. So much so the discussion actually diverted to whether or not they could wear their wedding rings as people might think they were married to each other. I quickly pointed out a gay married couple would have matching rings so they would be fine. I would have thought they were attempting to be "swinging single" again, but at a gay pride comedy show I don't think either of them wanted to be considered single either....
After we ate the guys still had me walk with them to the theater in case we could find a ticket. I am pretty certain they never had any plans of letting me leave without finding me a ticket while in my head I didn't think I was getting in. I had no purse, no cell phone, nothing with me except 30 bucks on the off chance we found a cheap ticket. Well, we did and I got to go to the show. It was a great show, Wanda was very funny and no one thought Barry and Chris were a married couple. Silly boys. I decided to put up a very "straight" photo of the two of them before a concert...maybe they did have a reason to be concerned?
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Problem is, as a grown-up, you do not always get to control who is in your world. No magic wand appears on your eighteenth birthday allowing you to banish anyone you find unacceptable. You don't get to shout from the rooftops or just duck down the hall in the hopes the person didn't see you. It becomes your responsibility to adapt, to cope, to find a way to co-exist without becoming a story on the evening news; you know the one where all the neighbors said how nice you were and they could never imagine you had a pile of bodies in your basement. I think it might behoove us to look a bit deeper into some of these serial killer's pasts and discover what person drove them to it. Some might have been born that way but others were pushed to the edge, I am certain of it.
Some would argue this is just evolution, adaptation is key to survival. But I believe it is contrary to evolution. These limelight thieves should be pushed directly out of any light, starved for attention until they learn to live with other three dimensional people. Moreover they should learn to play nice. Unfortunately these squeaky wheels seem to get EXACTLY what they want. The proverbial 15-minutes of fame now applies to anyone with a flip camera and a willingness to look like an ass.
Instead of starving these people, we feed the machine creating a greater and greater monster. It's like the Hydra Hercules had to fight or a cracked out version of "Heathers." As we as a country continue to grow more and more out of control with rewarding bad behavior, I wonder the fate of young people. I find it bad enough for me to have to deal with these so called "adults" who act like infants and that was before we grew up in a culture where this kind of jealous-ridden behavior was status quo. Can you imagine what the terrors of the future will be like? Faye Dunaway, Joan Crawford, David O'Russell, and Donald Trump will look like kittens. Must we send children to live in a convent, probably not. Another country might work, one where people go do things instead of sitting in and watching others do things. I guess I should be grateful that my adaptation merely requires checking caller ID and biting my tongue. Maybe this is why no one has invented teleportation, what excuse would you have then?
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I understand many people have a problem with what the cast does as it is rarely an original song. Instead the group remixes songs everyone knows and loves. It has made an iTunes juggernaut and introduced many kids to songs they never knew. Some artists, like Dave Grohl, are anti-giving their music to the show. Others, like Gaga and Pink, say what the hell, a fan is a fan.
I was slightly worried about the gleeification of such an iconic band but the show did a great job. And in proving the full evolution of the electronic generation, they have access we never before did. Our boy bands might have ruined classic songs, we might have believed Cheap Trick was the first band to do "Don't be Cruel,"but we didn't have the access. Now, not only does the Glee version sell like hot cakes, you have a 30+ year old album selling a gazillion copies all over again introducing Stevie Nicks to an entirely new generation. I don't think any of us were chasing our parent's old 8 tracks of Elvis around, that would be uncool. Downloading on iTunes, totally cool.
That is what comfort TV is. It's a catharses of all the drama you don't want to have to live in your life but still bubbles below the surface. No matter how much you personally avoid drama, people will find a way to bring it into your life. You can rise above, not participate but you still need an outlet for all the frustration. Comfort TV provides those moments of, "I wish I could say that," in a safe fantasy land of imagined situations. I think dramatic outlets are the key to a happy, drama limited life. I say long live comfort TV!
PS...Happy Birthday, Lisa!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I think I am one of the few people who managed to dodge all the Royal Wedding hoopla during the crazy lead time to the wedding. I did not watch the specials or the background or any of the other coverage plaguing my TV, internet, and radio connections. Then the last week hit and I found myself drawn like a magnet to the idea of this wedding. Still in denial I avoided all information and kept plugging away. I was not going to get caught up in celebrity insanity.
Suddenly, the day before the wedding I found myself endlessly fascinated. I chalked it up to having just been married so recently and being curious about a wedding on such a grand scale. I slowly started seeking out all the information others had found weeks before. What is Prince William's last name? Mountbatten-Windsor. Where will the couple live? Anglesey. What will she wear? Who is invited to the more intimate celebrations? Did they get to invite who they wanted? What will they eat? What does Harry think? How is Fergie holding up? Suddenly the flood of questions and curiosity was unstoppable. The levees had broken and I had wedding fever. Of course I blamed some memories of when I was six and Princess Di's wedding and then the funeral and how awful it must be for those boys.
I do still feel sorry for Fergie's girls. They kind of did it to themselves but the comparisons to Cinderella's ugly step sisters kind of fit with those hats. couldn't they ask their grandmother for advice? Easter egg or not her hat was at least normal.
***For those keeping track of my procrastination...I was actually really early last week and I swear I just forgot to hit "publish" before I went to bed...I swear!!!!