“OH MY GOD SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!”
“It’s just a baby.”
“SHE’S ROYALTY. OH MY GAAAAWWD LOOK AT JAY AND HIS BAAAYYYBEEEE!”
“Lame.”
“GET OUT.”
Spotted in my favorite building on campus, posted, one assumes, by some lovely little geek who I am very eager to befriend/marry.
If I somehow compiled a list of the things I do most often, the same way iTunes embarrasses you with your most played songs (Have I really listened to “Be Our Guest” from Beauty and the Beast that many times?), something very high on the list would be talking about how no one but me appreciates Courteney Cox enough. Because really. You don’t. None of you. I mean, even if we put aside her personal greatness, like the endless cool factor that comes from having been in a Bruce Springsteen video as a young thing, or playing the character who made me first fall in love with television when I was four, the woman still spent ten years of her life married to David Arquette. She’s a fucking champ.
Wait, wait, wait..Miley as Bieber making jokes about Vanessa Bayer as Miley on the fake Miley show on SNL… dude, that’s some Inception shit right there. Whose subconscious are we in right now?
I love Miley so much, zero irony implied.
I’ve been getting more and more invested in Parenthood every week. They’ve handled the Asperger’s storyline so thoughtfully, and the newest episode in particular packed a serious emotional punch on that front. And in a testament to the quality of his acting, it’s taking less and less effort for me to look at Peter Krause and seeing Adam Braverman, not Nate Fisher.
Sarah is my favorite, of course, and Sarah and Mark together makes my heart go pitter-patter all over the place. Lauren Graham and Jason Ritter have insane chemistry and I was so happy to see him return to the show. He’s super dreamy. And Sarah’s a playwright! This is an instance where the suspension of disbelief where Sarah writes an entire brilliant first act of a play in one flurry of inspiration is totally fine with me because enthusiastic Sarah is so incredibly fun. Lauren plays her so endearingly, the nervous excitement and that slow crawling smile that starts out a tentative little smirk and then lights up her entire face and it just makes me happy.
Seriously, this show is really great.
And, wow, Max Burkholder is an amazing little actor. Super impressive.
Iris, The Holiday.
The Holiday is one of those movies that just makes me irrationally happy. Every time I watch it I’m surprised by how much I like it. Except for the fact that my love Kate Winslet, wonderful, gorgeous Kate, ends up with freaking Jack Black while Cameron Diaz gets Jude Law? Totally unfair.
First of all, please rest assured that this not the case. I’m fucking hood, yo.
However, dearest Joseph has come to this mistaken conclusion because we are on Skype right now and I just confessed that I am wearing my designated “napping cardigan,” listening to Jem, and drinking my third cup of tea this afternoon. His response was to type the word WHITE about 500 times and laugh profusely at me. To tell someone that they are “Ugh, so white,” with a saucy little click of the tongue, or employing his more creative attempt, “a mother flippin’ wingy wingy WASP,” (which I am not) is Joseph’s absolute favorite insult, regardless of what their actual race and ethnicity might be. And he is only half-kidding. But he does it with a swivel of his dancer’s hips and a flash of the grin that won him Best Smile in our yearbook, and you forget to be offended.
“To think I used to bring you out to the clubs with me, little girl. Never again! That aint gon’ fly, mami.” he just yelled into the screen, dissolving into open-mouthed giggles, so as to show off every shining molar in that award winning mouth. His roommate looks displeased in the background.
I think t should be noted, in fairness to the validity of my G-status, that my big, bad, dude-bro, Hispanic homie of a friend is currently away at school right now studying musical theatre. And that I can just barely make out the sounds of a Robyn album playing on his iHome beneath the noisy taunting. And that I’ve seen him take off his shirt, knock over table-fulls of drinks, and fall into the laps of strangers after consuming quantities of alcohol too small to phase most sixth grade girls. So, yeah. We’re a tough pair.
I love Lady Gaga. I really truly do. A lot. No, like, A LOT.
But I’m also not one of those over the top fans who will jump down the throat of anyone who doesn’t worship at the altar of Gaga. I adore Mother Monster with an almost embarrassing fierceness, but that doesn’t leave me blind to reality. It’s my right to love her, and it’s your right not to. It’s even within your rights to absolutely hate her guts; there are certainly things I feel that way about, but hopefully that hatred is grounded in something other than just fear and prejudice. If so, totally cool. If not, it might not hurt to think things over again.
What I can’t help but take issue with, and obviously this does not apply solely to the Lady, but she is just the most visible example right now, is the violent, raging hatred that people have for this woman just because she is different. Because she deviates from the norms they have set up in their head. Because she makes them uncomfortable. They hate her for just being herself, I believe that this sort of blind hatred is the fundamental downfall of our society. And ok, sure, Lady Gaga haters aren’t doing all that much damage to the world. They’re not even doing much damage to the pop star herself, she gets more than enough love from her millions of little monsters. But Lady Gaga is not the sole focus of blind, ignorant, raging hatred in the world. But what about homophobes? Racists? Isn’t that the same basic principle? You are not like me, you are not normal, I don’t like the way you are, I hate you. Seems like the same to me, and it’s no good, and it isn’t getting us anywhere.
So. I guess my point, if I really had one, is that you are your own person and you are entitled to be whoever you are, do whatever moves you, and like or dislike anything and anyone you please, but maybe, just maybe, you should consider that other people have that right too, and that it’s wrong to hate them just for exercising it.
Also, if you don’t think that what Gaga is doing for the DADT repeal movement is awesome then I suggest you check your pulse, because you may be a cyborg. Or John McCain (arguably interchangeable.)
Oh, Jordan.
