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Aug. 3rd, 2008 09:19 pmI was reading Out magazine and I really wish they had their articles online because I'd link to the editorial on snark and how the . . . art form? . . . is being stolen from gay men. And failing in the hands of others, where it's being mistaken for simple meanness and cutting people down. He quoted a bunch of great classical gay writers (has T. S. Eliot been officially declared gay now or has he been appropriated in the same way that Emily Dickinson has been?) and included examples of his own close friends who haven't said a kind word about him in years. He ended with a great Oscar Wilde quote: "True friends stab you in the front."
Let me say, also, that all you girls out there who want to see "pretty" men (who aren't Asian)? Open up a gay men's magazine! Jeez. I could spend a lot of time simply marveling at all the washboard abs that are splashed across the pages. (Is Out considered a gay and lesbian magazine? Because if so, it's an erroneous description seeing how slanted toward men it is.) The issue I was reading had some really interesting articles, though. I enjoyed and was impressed by the interview with Neil Patrick Harris. His answers were very diplomatic, but he came off very well-spoken and thoughtful, if wary of walking the line of being a gay role model.
The article on gay marriage was really interesting, too, as it documented the first couple married in Palm Springs, which has been quietly becoming gay Mecca apparently. (How a desert town goes from a retirement city to a gay town, I don't know, but I wonder what came first in that arrangement: Dinah Shore or the gay community moving in?) The article was keen on gay representation to the public knowing that there will be a referendum on the topic on the CA ballot in November. It was an interesting read since the couple themselves--two gay men who are circuit partyers--were presented as very loving and together but possibly problematic in their public image as DINKs (double-income no kids). Last poll I saw, CA peoples were just slightly in favor of gay marriage. The most rational voice I've heard yet in the wank that accompanied the CA Supreme Court ruling was that the Supreme Court's ruling coincided precisely with its power to protect minorities from the tyranny of the majority. More interesting, though, were the economic numbers the Out article was throwing regarding how much money gay weddings would help bring into the CA economy. In short, weddings are expensive and gays will be spending a lot of money! (And high-rolling gay men have a lot of money to throw around--and they like to!)
Bonus article!: In the section talking about theater and the upcoming show 9 to 5: The Musical, Wicked was mentioned by one of the actresses. What did she call it? A love story between women. I grinned stupidly with glee, amused how the words echoed exactly what Winnie Holzman had been calling it and how many audiences seemed to have responded to it, and agreed wholeheartedly with the lament that there aren't enough stories about the complexities of relationships between women (without, say, the focus being on getting a man for one or both of them).
In other news, I tried Mongolian Hot Pot restaurant Little Sheep today. Good but expensive, in that each person is charged for the broth alone and then the costs pile on as you order things to put into the pot. Nonetheless, I prefer it over fondue, actually, though the concept is the same. The only thing that's a con is that it doesn't end with chocolate fondue. But it was very yummy. The only caution is that chopsticks skills are needed. Mine apparently need some brushing up on, seeing how many times I kept dropping the goods back into the broth. We concluded that the spicy broth was the way to go (we got half original and half spicy), along with orders of noodles instead of the rice, and that you didn't need to order any of the dipping sauces. (For reference, we tried the shrimp balls, the meat balls, a plate of sliced meat that was half lamb and half beef, the mushroom platter (delicious!), some baby bok choi, and the tofu platter (which included fried, soft, and some funky spongy tofu)). We ordered so much food that we took out two take out containers of left-overs. Yum! The bill was, you might imagine, quite high. There is a special during August of All-You-Can-Eat Tuesdays for 19.99, though, which is actually close to what we averaged out to.
Also watched Harold & Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay. What a dreck of a movie. Horrible plotting, random in an unfunny way, with a lot of uncomfortably toilet and sex humor. The social commentary just was so unfunny and annoying I wanted to throw something at the screen. Just ugh. Incidentally, though, it had Neil Patrick Harris riding a unicorn--so gay . . . despite him playing a straight version of himself. =D
Last but not least, here is your heart-warming moment for the day.
Let me say, also, that all you girls out there who want to see "pretty" men (who aren't Asian)? Open up a gay men's magazine! Jeez. I could spend a lot of time simply marveling at all the washboard abs that are splashed across the pages. (Is Out considered a gay and lesbian magazine? Because if so, it's an erroneous description seeing how slanted toward men it is.) The issue I was reading had some really interesting articles, though. I enjoyed and was impressed by the interview with Neil Patrick Harris. His answers were very diplomatic, but he came off very well-spoken and thoughtful, if wary of walking the line of being a gay role model.
The article on gay marriage was really interesting, too, as it documented the first couple married in Palm Springs, which has been quietly becoming gay Mecca apparently. (How a desert town goes from a retirement city to a gay town, I don't know, but I wonder what came first in that arrangement: Dinah Shore or the gay community moving in?) The article was keen on gay representation to the public knowing that there will be a referendum on the topic on the CA ballot in November. It was an interesting read since the couple themselves--two gay men who are circuit partyers--were presented as very loving and together but possibly problematic in their public image as DINKs (double-income no kids). Last poll I saw, CA peoples were just slightly in favor of gay marriage. The most rational voice I've heard yet in the wank that accompanied the CA Supreme Court ruling was that the Supreme Court's ruling coincided precisely with its power to protect minorities from the tyranny of the majority. More interesting, though, were the economic numbers the Out article was throwing regarding how much money gay weddings would help bring into the CA economy. In short, weddings are expensive and gays will be spending a lot of money! (And high-rolling gay men have a lot of money to throw around--and they like to!)
Bonus article!: In the section talking about theater and the upcoming show 9 to 5: The Musical, Wicked was mentioned by one of the actresses. What did she call it? A love story between women. I grinned stupidly with glee, amused how the words echoed exactly what Winnie Holzman had been calling it and how many audiences seemed to have responded to it, and agreed wholeheartedly with the lament that there aren't enough stories about the complexities of relationships between women (without, say, the focus being on getting a man for one or both of them).
In other news, I tried Mongolian Hot Pot restaurant Little Sheep today. Good but expensive, in that each person is charged for the broth alone and then the costs pile on as you order things to put into the pot. Nonetheless, I prefer it over fondue, actually, though the concept is the same. The only thing that's a con is that it doesn't end with chocolate fondue. But it was very yummy. The only caution is that chopsticks skills are needed. Mine apparently need some brushing up on, seeing how many times I kept dropping the goods back into the broth. We concluded that the spicy broth was the way to go (we got half original and half spicy), along with orders of noodles instead of the rice, and that you didn't need to order any of the dipping sauces. (For reference, we tried the shrimp balls, the meat balls, a plate of sliced meat that was half lamb and half beef, the mushroom platter (delicious!), some baby bok choi, and the tofu platter (which included fried, soft, and some funky spongy tofu)). We ordered so much food that we took out two take out containers of left-overs. Yum! The bill was, you might imagine, quite high. There is a special during August of All-You-Can-Eat Tuesdays for 19.99, though, which is actually close to what we averaged out to.
Also watched Harold & Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay. What a dreck of a movie. Horrible plotting, random in an unfunny way, with a lot of uncomfortably toilet and sex humor. The social commentary just was so unfunny and annoying I wanted to throw something at the screen. Just ugh. Incidentally, though, it had Neil Patrick Harris riding a unicorn--so gay . . . despite him playing a straight version of himself. =D
Last but not least, here is your heart-warming moment for the day.
