I Ain't One To Gossip But ....

Oh dear, poor Oprah. She shelled out $2 million for new improved Lindsay Lohan and she got same-old Lohan instead.

She’s back in New York after her hard partying week in Miami where she ordered … ALLEGEDLY … a hit on Barron Hilton because he talked smack about her, but the stories keep coming about her cracky behavior in Florida.

“Lindsay was a mess at every event at Art Basel,” a source who was with the post-rehab star at multiple events said about her behavior — and was perhaps either Dina Lohan or Lindsay’s hit man who beat up Barron. “She was so careful never to be caught with a drink in her hand and no one saw her do any drugs.”

But her wack-a-doo antics were still evident. Lindsay would be at a party in a VIP section with fellow media whores and lunatics Kim Kardastrophe and Kanye West and she would start freaking out that people were taking pictures of her, so she would demand that security remove people from the club. I guess she didn’t realize that the cameras, if there were any cameras, were probably pointed at Big Ass and Bigger Ego and not some washed up former child star.

And then there was her “romance” with Morgan O’Conner, nearly ten years younger, and her obsession with the fact that he had a former girlfriend who lived in Miami.

Lindsay ALLEGEDLY threw a child star tantrum every time she saw the other girl, and between that and ordering Morgan to punch Barron, here new toy decided to get away from the crazy.

“Morgan wants nothing to do with her at all. He is telling people that he is nervous and freaking out that his career is going to be affected by all her crazy evilness. She’s obsessed with him. He is telling his friends is NOT her boyfriend and doesn’t want to be with her.”

I’m sensing a live version of Fatal Attraction and a boiled rabbit in Morgan’s future.

Well it was bound to happen; Charlie Sheen hates Denise Richards again.

Even after she took in his two sons with one of his many ex-wives Brooke Mueller while she was undergoing her, no lie, 27th attempt at crack detox and rehab.

See, Charlie couldn’t be bothered to care for his own sons, so Denise, who is no relation to the two boys, let them live with her, and for that she’s back on Charlie’s Wrath List. He says that Denise is keeping him from his two daughters that he fathered with her, and for that he will be cutting off her child support payments which are currently some $55,000 a month.

Sidenote: would that I could carry a baby for Charlie Sheen and cash that check every month.

Sidenote: Ew. What was I thinking?

It all began … ALLEGEDLY …. When Denise decided that Charlie wasn’t welcome on a family vacation with her and the girls for Christmas; at least that’s what Charlie says, though Denise says he was always, and is still is, invited.

But maybe Denise wasn’t keen on the idea of Charlie bringing his latest girlfriend-hooker-porn-star-dealer with him and that’s what started the ruckus. So, Charlie has taken to Twitter to express his rage, by posting pictures of a cutup wedding favor from his marriage to demise, along with a knife and a lovely poem:

more like a feeble “K”. the lie is over. i’m done being treated like a relative with a one-way ticket. c #DuhNeese

I think Charlie should be able to go on vacation … with Brooke, to another rehab-slash-mental institution.

Wow, this came from outta nowhere.

Colin Farrell has finally explained his relationship with Elizabeth Taylor who, before her death, said that Colin was a friend. In fact, after she passed, Colin was invited to be part of her memorial service and read a poem she loved.

Well, it turns out they might have been more than friends and it all started when Colin bumped into Taylor n a hospital.

“It was kind of like the last, it feels like in my head, not her, I’m projecting, but the last kind of romantic relationship I had, which was never consummated. My youngest son was being born. We were in Cedars and I bumped into … Elizabeth’s manager and her close friend Tim Mendelsohn and they said what are you doing here?”

The men told Colin that Taylor was in the hospital having a stent put in her heart and asked him to say Hello. He declined because he didn’t think she’d know who he was, but a few days later he sent her flowers via his publicist who said she was holding flowers for him from Taylor.

He went to see her a few weeks later and the two began hanging out. And though they became fast friends, and though the relationship was never consummated, Colin admitted he would have loved being her eighth husband.

This wasn’t Colin’s first tryst with a much older woman, though; seventy-year-old Eileen Atkins confessed back in 2005 that Colin had asked her for no-strings attached-sexual affair when they co-starred in Ask The Dust.

Lucky bitch.

Shia LaBeouf, French for LaDouche, apparently wrote and directed a short film called Howard Cantour that premiered at Cannes in 2012 and then disappeared. It suddenly reappeared recently on Vimeo but, um, yeah, people began to voice suspicions that it wasn’t really a Shia production. In fact, some said Shia’s short film blatantly ripped off lines of dialogue and visuals from Justin M. Damiano, a 2007 comic written and drawn by famous graphic novelist Daniel Clowes. 

Now, Shia didn’t mention Clowes’ name anywhere in the credits, or anywhere in the publicity packet regarding the film, and Clowes said he’d never met LaBeouf and was surprised that he would blatantly steal another man’s work as his own, but, in an interview, Shia’s girlfriend, Karolyn Pho, said LaDouche was a huge Clowes fan, and that's when the plagiarism hit the fan.

And Shia Tweeted an apology. An apology he copied word for word from a four-year-old named Lili that he found on Yahoo, apparently while searching for the answer to the question, How to apologize for plagiarism.’

“Copying isn’t particularly creative work. Being inspired by someone else’s idea to produce something new and different IS creative work. In my excitement and naiveté as an amateur filmmaker, I got lost in the creative process and neglected to follow proper accreditation. Im embarrassed that I failed to credit @danielclowes for his original graphic novella, Justin M. Damiano, which served as my inspiration. I was truly moved by his piece of work & I knew that it would make a poignant & relevant short. I apologize to all who assumed I wrote it. I deeply regret the manner in which these events have unfolded and want @danielclowes to know that I have a great respect for his work.”

This is how Little Lili answered the question “Why did Picasso say ‘good artists copy but great artists steal’?”

“Merely copying isn’t particularly creative work, though it’s useful as training and practice. Being inspired by someone else’s idea to produce something new and different IS creative work, and it may even revolutionize the “stolen” concept."

So he plagiarized an apology for plagiarizing a story?

Shia. Maybe LaBeouf is French for ‘dumb as a slab of beef’ because Shia has a history of doing this; he even plagiarized his email apology to Alec Baldwin last year after abruptly quitting as play they were doing.

Liz & Dick: That Sure-To-Be-Craptastic Lifetime Movie Airs TONIGHT!!!!

It seemed as though Elizabeth Taylor had just drawn her last breath when Lifetime announced they'd be doing a TV movie based on her relationship--and marriages--to Richard Burton. It sounded kinda good, given that Taylor was such an icon for so many decades. But then Lifetime stepped in it when they announced that jewel thief, kidnapper, drug addict, alcohol, party girl, car crashing, vah-jay-jay baring, can't pay her hotel bills, bum, Lindsay Lohan would be playing Dame Elizabeth.

And that movie--Liz & Dick--airs tonight, and the reviews are in:

• Tim Goodman, of The Hollywood Reporter says "don't miss Liz & Dick," but only because it "is spectacularly bad" and a "classic of unintentional hilarity." Goodman says the star is "woeful as Taylor from start to finish.....At one point, Lohan has to shout, 'I won’t live without you!' and then run down a hall. It’s like a high school play....By the time Lohan is playing mid-’80s Taylor and it looks like a lost Saturday Night Live skit, your body may be cramped by convulsions."
• Alessandra Stanley in the New York Times says, “There are moments in Liz & Dick when Lindsay Lohan looks a lot like Elizabeth Taylor. There are others in which she looks like Elizabeth Taylor doing a Saturday Night Live impersonation of Lindsay Lohan." But Stanley gives Lohan some props, I guess, saying Lindsay isn't "ridiculous" in the role, but that "she is oddly passive, sleepwalking through scenes that call for passion and caprice."

There's a headline: Lindsay Lohan ISN'T Ridiculous in Liz & Dick!

• Ken Tucker of Entertainment Weekly's gave the film a C- rating and describing it variously as "very peculiar," "dinky" and "tin-eared." About the star's performance, Tucker says that a "wall goes up between the actress and us. Is it years of ducking tabloid photographers that have frozen her face into a blank stare?" Instead of the real Taylor's "high-register, girlish" voice, Tucker says Lohan provides line readings in "the raspy rattle familiar to anyone who has seen [her] on TMZ....No effort seems to have gone into Lohan's preparation other than tinting her eyes Liz-violet."
• Willa Paskin, from Salon, says "there is nothing 'unintentional'" about the hilarious awfulness of the movie, pointing out that by its very "Lifetime movie" nature, the film is meant to be a subpar slice of overcooked melodrama. Paskin says the framing device in which the two stars sit in director's chairs talking directly to the camera actually serves Lohan well: "The destruction Lohan has wreaked on her own voice -- it’s the come-hither, smoky growl of an equally jaded, but much older woman -- works perfectly here. And with no blocking or costumes or screeching to worry about, she’s almost decent." 

Another headline: Lindsay Lohan Is "Almost Decent" In Liz & Dick!

• Maureen Ryan of Huffpost offers up a list of things a Taylor-Burton biopic should do: "1. It should establish Burton and Taylor as charismatic, complex people.  2. It should make the electricity of their relationship apparent.  3. It should be a treat for the eyes." Needless to say, Liz & Dick " does absolutely none of these things....Exploitation really is the name of the game here," Ryan writes, noting that "the whole point of casting Lohan was to draft off her status as a formerly promising actress who some time ago became a tabloid fodder thanks to her career-destroying antics." The movie is "badly paced, cheap-looking and encrusted with a tinkly, preposterous soundtrack that is designed to make viewers go insane."

And yet another headline: Watching Liz & Dick Causes Insanity!!

• Ryan also offers rules for a drinking game: "Take a drink every time you think a set looks cheesy; take a drink every time you think of better casting for the leads; take a drink every time you think you've spotted Bowler wondering if his check cleared; take a drink every time you spot Creed from The Office, because WTF?"
• Matt Roush of TV Guide asks that age old question, "What unbecomes a legend most?" before nominating Liz & Dick for the "TV Turkey Hall of Fame." It's "an epic of stunningly cynical and pathetic miscasting, a TV movie so laughably inept it doesn't deserve to be on a first-name basis with anything resembling humanity."
• But it's not all bad news for Original Recipe Lohan™; Linda Stasi of that bastion of intellectual journalism, the New York Post, gives the movie three stars out of four, saying Lohan "is so often believable you might think you're seeing the real thing....There are so many things in this movie that are just so damned juicy," Stasi notes," that it is sure is [sic] more fun to watch than the exploits of today's orchestrated star pairings."
• Brian Lowry, from Variety, says the movie has "secret weapon" in Grant Bowler, who "classes up the movie in much the way Burton's classically trained Shakespearean actor played off Taylor's lifelong movie star." The famous couple "engage in epic fights, spend money like drunken sailors, take refuge from the prying press by living on a yacht, and struggle through Burton's bouts of melancholy over failing to win Oscars." Lowry ends up saying that the movie may be "wobbly" at points, but that it "ultimately stands on its own."

Which the audience won't be able to do if they play any sort of drinking game while watching. I, of course, will struggle to remain sober through the insanity that is Liz & Dick!

It premieres on Lifetime tonight at 9 p.m.

Be there, or not. Meh.

via THR

Lindsay Lohan IS Elizabeth Taylor!

So, you know Lohan is set to appear in the destined-to-be-craptastic Lifetime movie Liz & Dick, right?
Well, this is an actual picture of Liz, followed by a picture of Lohan trying on a costume for the role, and I must say, the resemblance is astounding! I mean, I didn't think it was possible but Lohan looks like a perfect fit for the part of.......................................................................

....wait for it.........................................................

....Liz Taylor's Betty Ford Center crackheaded roommate!
Type.Casting!

MORE! I Ain't One To Gossip, But..... Frank Langella Gossips.....About Dead People

I love a good celebrity dishing memoir. I'm shallow like that. But, I do get annoyed when some celebrity writes a book--and i kid, because most of them have people write the books for them--and trash other people who aren't here to defend themselves; as in, they're dead.

The newest dead celeb basher is Frank Langella, whose new book, Dropped Names: Famous Men and Women As I Knew Them, trashes countless dead famous people.

Let's see what he has to say about:

Rita Hayworth

Rita Hayworth was 20 years older than Langella, almost permanently drunk, and suffering from the onset of Alzheimer’s disease when they co-starred together. She was unable to remember her lines unless they were written in huge block letters and placed on cards beside the camera.

But to 34-year-old Frank Langella she was a goddess, a flame-haired siren, and they began a passionate affair on the set of the 1972 Western, The Wrath Of God.

The couple played mother and son in the film, yet spent every evening together in her rooms, working their way through endless bottles of bourbon and wine as she reminisced mournfully about the good old days.

Langella remembers Hayworth saying: ‘Don’t stare at me, baby. You can see me in the movies.’ And when he finally left her--I'm assuming the filming was over--he says Hayworth ran out to the car and pleaded: ‘Don’t leave me. I gotta have a man with me.’

Richard Burton

According to Langella, Richard Burton was less than impressive when he visited Langella’s dressing room while he was starring in Dracula on Broadway in 1977.

Langella claims that, after single-handedly polishing off a bottle of Scotch which he had offered nobody else, a slurring Burton launched into a series of reminiscences about Britain’s great theatre actors and recited lengthy sections of Dylan Thomas’s poetry.

As the hours wore on, Langella just wanted to get home. 

‘Could anyone, I wondered, be so unaware of what a crashing bore he had become? There sat a man approximately 52 years of age, looking ten years older, dressed in black mink, with heavily applied pancake [make-up], under a tortured, balding helmet of jet black hair, grandly reciting tiresome poetry.’

Anne Bancroft

Langella  reserves particular ire for Anne Bancroft--an ‘elegant’ stage name, he says, which was ‘about as suited to her as Cuddles would have been to Adolf Hitler’. 

He first met Bancroft, wife of comic actor Mel Brooks, in 1966 when they co-starred in a play. And though they remained close friends for twenty years, Langella soon realized she was ‘consumed by a galloping narcissism that often undermined her talents’.

She once told him how she had been in a New York department store when she saw a woman smiling at her. Bancroft felt ‘inexplicably’ attracted to the woman and wanted to go over and ‘embrace and kiss her passionately’--until she realised she was looking into a mirror.

Yul Brynner

Speaking of narcissism, self-love surely was never more intense than in the case of Yul Brynner. No actor ever talked about himself so much, Langella recalls, and yet had so little time for his fans.

The baldheaded star--‘never far from a full-length mirror’--once gave Langella and his former wife, Ruth, a lift in his 20ft-long white limo. On the drive, Brynner explained how he’d had a special elevator--big enough to fit a car--installed in the Broadway theatre where he was starring in The King And I.

His chauffeur could drive straight in and spare the star from having to ‘deal with the public’. Brynner even showed off a pair of blinding flash lights which he kept handy ‘in case blacks attack my car’.

Paul Newman

According to Langella, Paul Newman--long regarded as one of Hollywood’s Mr Nice Guys--was a frightful bore, too. 

‘After dirty-sexy jokes, shop talk, cars or politics were exhausted, Paul was a pretty dull companion,’ he recalls. ‘Never rude or unkind, just dull.’ 

In awe of his good looks, companions would instinctively think it their fault when he suddenly went quiet, but, Langella says, in reality Newman had simply run out of anything to say. Like the statue of David, Newman was ‘physically perfect but emotionally vacant’.

Sidenote: Paul Newman was the hottest man ever. That's from me, not Langella.

Bette Davis

Bette Davis was well into her 60s when, having seen Langella’s films, she ordered their mutual agent to put them in touch. Though--as with his affair with Rita Hayworth--Davis was 20 years older, they had ‘a number of racy conversations, not quite phone sex but certainly rife with foreplay,’ he says.

But nothing more ever happened as Davis always cancelled their dinner dates. Years later, however, he says he ran into her at a hotel and--enraged, he believes, that her privacy had somehow been invaded--she froze him out when he identified himself.

Liz Taylor

Apparently he had better luck with with Elizabeth Taylor. 

Put in touch in 2001 by a mutual friend who said the Hollywood icon was desperately lonely, Langella reveals that their second date culminated in a 69-year-old Taylor urging him to: ‘Come on, baby, and put me to sleep.’ 

After helping her upstairs rather indecorously by pushing on her backside, he was taken aback by the clutter in her bedroom. he says it was filled with pictures of her dead ex-husbands, ‘dozens and dozens’ of bottles of witch hazel which she used to remove her make-up and a giant open box of chocolates on the bed.

Despite knowing that a relationship with her was ‘quicksand’, he began a brief affair and now says she was: ‘A small, sweet woman who wanted a man to be with her, protect her and fill a void as deep as the deepest ocean.’ 

At one stage, she told him she wanted to leave Los Angeles and move with him to the East Coast to ‘find a place that’s normal’, but Langella told her a relationship would never work because she would ‘have him for lunch’.

Isn't it odd how, with the exception of Bancroft, who apparently only loved herself, all these women wanted to be with Frank Langella, and all these men were morons, narcissists and bores?

And yet he waited until they had all died before he told their "stories".

Methinks someone needs a payday.

Debbie Has A Garage Sale

You might call her a hoarder, and you might be right.
You might call her a savvy collector, and you'd be right about that, too.
Over the years, actress-singer-comedienne and Carrie Fisher's mom, Debbie Reynolds has been collecting Hollywood memorabilia. For a time it was on display at a casino museum in Las Vegas, but recently Debbie decided to sell some of the stuff.
Mama ain't gettin' any younger, you know.
So, she loaded up a truck and took some of her collectibles off to an auction house, and proceeded to make millions.
Millions. Like this:

Marilyn Monroe's dress from 'The Seven Year Itch' went for $5.658 million



Ruby Slippers from 'The Wizard of Oz'--though not ones worn in the film,
I'm guessing--went for $500,000



Judy Garland's 'Oz' dress went for ten-times it's estimate, and sold for $910,000.

Harpo Marx's hat and wig went for 45K.

Joan Crawford's 'Mildred Pierce' waitress uniform sold for $22,500

Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp hat fetched $110,000

Marilyn Monroe's 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes' gown went for $1.2 million,
proving she's the hottest dead celebrity.

Elizabeth Taylor's 'Cleopatra' headdress nabbed half-a-million dollars.

One of Madonna's Evita gown only garnered $22,500.
I always said she was no Marilyn.

So.......what did you buy?
What would you buy?
Me? I'd buy that Monroe drag, and pair it with the Harpo Marx hat and wig.
It would have been fabulous!
 
via Boy Culture

Just A Thought: Elizabeth Taylor

I haven't been able to get the death of Elizabeth Taylor out of my mind, reading all sorts of tributes and stories and rumors about her life, her death, her funeral, and her will.

One of the best stories, and I'm so hoping it's true, is that Elizabeth Taylor was actually 15 minutes late to her own funeral! Apparently, it was a habit for Taylor to always be 15 minutes late to everything, and she had it stipulated in her will that she arrive at her own funeral a quarter hour after it had started. A sense of humor even after she had left us.

But she was much more than that.

A lot of people talk about Princess Diana being the most famous woman ever, but now I think they might be wrong. I mean, Taylor was international news from the 1940s through to 2011, and, no doubt, way beyond that.

She was the most photographed woman, one of the most talked about, joked about, feted, honored, trivialized, sensationalized, and idolized. There was no one before her, and I cannot think of anyone like her.

One thing I found shocking was that she was survived by four children, ten grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren. I knew she had children, though I didn't know it was four, and I never even thought about Elizabeth Taylor, Grandmother....Great Grandmother.

How is it that this women, this idol and icon, who was famous for almost seventy years, photographed over and over again, kept her private life private--at least as far as her children were concerned? We knew about the marriages, the lovers, the illnesses, the ups and the downs of a decades long career, but her family was private.

That says something about her. And it says something about us that we let her keep her family to herself.

And then there were her friends, many of them gay, and most of those closeted. She kept their secrets all of their lives and all of hers. She had been told a story by James Dean about how he was molested as a child, and he asked her to keep it a secret, and she did, long after he died, and until she, to, had passed.

One of her greatest friends was Rock Hudson. And when  he died of complications of AIDS--one of the first, and most well-known, in a list that is far too long--she didn't stay silent. She spoke out against the disease and what it had done to her friend.

She became an advocate, hell, she became the advocate for AIDS research, helping to found amfAR, and speaking out to everyone and everywhere, from Congress to the White House--helping to create the Ryan White Care Act--and everywhere in between.

She could have quietly donated money and let that be that, but she chose to stand up for us, when a lot of  us could no longer stand up for ourselves, and for when others wouldn't stand up for us. Or even with us.

And now she's gone.

I picture her, arriving in Heaven--or wherever she might be--being embraced by Rock Hudson, and all of those we've lost to the AIDS crisis, those men, women and children that she spoke about, and fought for, and loved. If there ever was to be a heroes welcome in Heaven, this woman deserves it.

Up there, and down here, too.

I Didn't Say It.......

Jason Patric [seriously?] on Lady Gaga:

"This Lady GaGa is absolutely preposterous. This is, what? You take a s*** in a Cuisinart and put [on] some pasties and get Auto-Tuned and look who I am. Well nothing, you've been marketed, that's all. If I was a magician maybe I'd get angry about it, but it's just like, what? Again, just turn the page."

Um, thanks Jason? I guess.
But why the anger?
What did Gaga ever do to you? Beat you to the Appear-In-An-Egg-At-The-Grammys title?
Wear a meat dress first?
Someone needs a nap.


amfAR, on the passing of Elizabeth Taylor:

"The board of trustees and staff of amfAR mourn the passing of our beloved Founding International Chairman, Dame Elizabeth Taylor. Dame Elizabeth was without doubt one of the most inspirational figures in the fight against AIDS. She was among the first to speak out on behalf of people living with HIV when others reacted with fear and often outright hostility. For 25 years, Dame Elizabeth has been a passionate advocate of AIDS research, treatment and care. She has testified eloquently on Capitol Hill, while raising millions of dollars for amfAR. Dame Elizabeth’s compassion, radiance, and generosity of spirit will be greatly missed by us all. She leaves a monumental legacy that has improved and extended millions of lives and will enrich countless more for generations to come."

Elizabeth Taylor was an AIDS activist almost before we knew what either of those things meant. And would she have done so if her good friend, Rock Hudson, hadn't died of complications of AIDS? I don't know. And I don't care.
See, that's how any of us become advocates for anything: we're touched by it, and moved by it, and want to change it.
And Elizabeth Taylor did that before anyone else.

Karen England, wingnut from California Research Institute, on transgendered people:"If you're born a male or a female, then you should remain a male or a female on your birth certificate. It's actually quite deceptive -- and it shouldn't be legal to be able to have a birth certificate that has you identified as one sex when you're really another sex altogether. I don't know why we need to have special privileges on something this radical and controversial for people who are wanting to go through a sex change, or for people who are saying they want to go through it but want to conceal their identity or want to -- quote, unquote -- 'get married' under Proposition 8. It's just radical, and I can't believe they're even discussing this at the state legislative level."

Wow, is there any LGBT issue this wackjob isn't against?
Transgender. Marriage equality.
Karen, honey, you clinking clanking clacking collection of calygenous junk, times are changing, and when the change is compete, you'll be that sad bag lady standing at the curb wondering where everyone went.
But, that's your choice.

Mike Huckabee, asshat and presidential wannabe, but neverwillbe, on reinstating DADT if elected:

"I would -- because that's really what the military wants. There's been some talk that the military is fine with having same-sex orientation people. But if you really surveyed the combat troops, that is not at all the case....I don't think that these are decisions that politicians should make. These are decisions that soldiers should make," he says emphatically. "And when the soldiers in the foxholes make the decisions, they choose something different -- and we should listen to them."

Gee, Mike, if you had half a brain--and one less chin--you might realize that members of the military do not make up the rules of the military.
That's for the leaders of the military, and the President, who've already spoken on this issue.
If you want to be taken seriously as a candidate for president--and not simply as some banjo strumming nutjob--why don't you talk about the issues that concern the American people, like, oh, maybe the economy, jobs, Iraq, Afghanistan, instead of pandering to your baseless nitwits.

Wendy Wright, of the Concerned Women For America, on the Respect For Marriage Act:

"The congressmen who introduced this bill are claiming rights that don't exist. There is no right to same-sex 'marriage,' and they seek to confuse people by using language like that. Every time that marriage has come up for a vote in a state, that state has protected marriages between one man and one woman. So when you look at how they operate, they are in fact the bullies. They're the ones who have massive amounts of money. When you look at the budgets of these groups, it's rather shocking the multimillions of dollars they have -- they bring in every year -- and with that, they're able to hire full-time lobbyists who then intimidate not only politicians but corporations."
Oh, Wendy.
There is same-sex marriage, honey. Iowa? Massachusetts?
Ever heard of those places?
And, soon enough, marriage equality will be everywhere so the Respect For Marriage ACT is a positive step towards change.
But, um, I'm guessing you'll be left on a curb somewhere with fellow wingnut hater Karen England.

Victoria Jackson, former SNL cast member and Tea Party wackjob, on al-Qaida and Glee:

"This new al-Qaida magazine for women has beauty tips and suicide-bomber tips! Gimme a break! That is as ridiculous as two men kissing on the mouth! And I don't care what is politically correct. Everyone knows that two men on a wedding cake is a comedy skit, not an 'alternate lifestyle'! There I said it! Ridiculous! Did you see Glee this week? Sickening! And, besides shoving the gay thing down our throats, they made a mockery of Christians – again! I wonder what their agenda is? Hey, producers of Glee – what's your agenda? One-way tolerance?"
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria. Al, those years of standing on your head on SNL have compressed your brain to the point that rational cogent thought doesn't exist.
And, if the idea of two men kissing is so repellent to you--and, really, honey, it's hot--then WTF are you doing watching the gayest show on TV.

Barney Frank, on the idea that gay rights is now a positive wedge issue for the Democrats:

"What do I say to the idea that this [DOMA] is a wedge issue? I say 'Hallelujah.' The fact that we've now evolved to the point where the Republicans are complaining about the fact that we introduced this bill because it causes them political problems is a great sign of progress. It used to be the other way around."

But let's not make everything about gay rights.
Many in the LGBT community are also concerned about the economy and jobs, wars, the environemtn.
Let's try to focus on those issues, too.
They matter to the LGBT community as well.


Bruce Vilanch, on James Franco's widely-panned Oscar performance and allegedly being high:

"No, he wasn't high. I was with him, and he wasn't high. And I asked him, 'Are you high, and can I have some?' And he said no to both....He has so many balls in the air, he didn't get to town till Thursday before the show on Sunday. And so we e-mailed a lot....He had a bunch of people who were writing for him, and if it had been him alone, it would have been different. But it was him and Anne Hathaway, and they both had to be serviced. So there was a lot of communication beforehand. But he didn't get there...I don't think he realized how big a deal it is to do it until he was actually confronted with it. I think he thought he would kind of ... I don't know what he thought. I thought maybe it was a performance-art prank, and then I realized he sincerely wanted to do it. But it's outside of those guys' comfort zones. The only people who know how to host those shows are people who get up onstage every night and say, 'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. A funny thing happened ... ' Or people like Bette [Midler] who get up and sing all night and tell stories."

He looked high, he acted high. But maybe that's all it was, being out of his element and seriously not prepared. A few emails doesn't set you up for the Oscar host win, James.

Josh Flagg, of Bravo's Million Dollar Listing, has ome out of the closet:

"You know my sexuality does not define me, it is not who I am, but rather it is part of me, and I did not ever want people to think of me as "the gay real estate guy," I did not want that to be the only demographic that was watching me on TV or the only demographic to associate with me. I am very glad I did things the way I did because I feel I eased people into it and I made people comfortable with ME, and then kind of just dropped the fact that I like guys instead of girls. Many people knew, many had no idea."

Welcome out, Josh.
And I like the philosophy of not being the gay realtor but the realtor who is gay.
It's a subtle difference, but it is a difference.
Like me, I'm not the gay snarky bitch, I'm the snarky bitch who's gay.
Subtle.

Randy Forbes, Teabagger asshat, on his bill to force the placement of "In God We Trust" on all public buildings:

"This sends a clear message to all these government departments and agencies that it’s all right to put up the motto on our buildings and in our classrooms. And I think it will stop the tide of the chilling effect over the past several years. We’re not forcing anybody to do anything. But at the same time, we want to stand there to protect people who want to say God in a public building. And we don’t want some government agency telling them that they can’t put the national motto in their buildings or classrooms."
You might not be forcing people to do anything, but by putting up your little signs, you are ignoring people who are not members of your Christian faith, or even people who are non-believers.
And you can have your national motto, and make it the cornerstone of your life, but you are stepping on the toes of people who believe differently, and that's not very American.
Or Christian.

Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard on her opposition to marriage equality:

"If I was in a different walk of life, if I'd continued in the law and was partner of a law firm now, I would express the same view, that I think for our culture, for our heritage, the Marriage Act and marriage being between a man and a woman has a special status. Now, I know people might look at me and think that's something that they wouldn't necessarily expect me to say, but that is what I believe."

But your beliefs are not necessarily the beliefs of everyone.
Nor are they especially equality oriented.
Believe what you choose, but the law is the law.

Elizabeth Taylor: 27 February 1932 – 23 March 2011

This is a legend.
Elizabeth Taylor died this morning at age 79, surrounded by her children.
Rest in Peace.