I’ve never gotten the entire gays-and-Judy Garland thing. Babs Streisand is not my style.
But Cher. Cher is one of the only stereotypically gay things I love (aside from penises, of course).
And yet: her music is kicky and fun, but I don’t crave it. I’ver never seen any of her movies more than once save for “Witches of Eastwick.” I’ve never been to one of her concerts.
With Cher and me it’s all about her attitude. She just does not give a damn what anyone whom she does not know and/or love thinks about her.
That’s a mentally healthy place to be, especially for someone in show business. Hollywood types often live from one slight to the next. But Cher? Watch her Twitter feed and it’s all about how much she loves the cast and crews of her shows, how those shows went, Cher arguing with right wing trolls, and more ways for her make money, for which she makes no attempt to hide. (Sometimes the money is for charity, I should note.)
Cher loves nice things and those things take a steady stream of income. I’ll guess she craves the limelight that keeps bringing her back for her umpteenth farewell tour, but I will also guess she just loves the money.
Witness this latest incarnation of the Cher money-making machine: the Cher holiday gift shop.
This is all a little understated for the woman who made Bob Mackie famous, but it it still retains a bit of the over-the-top Cher, such as the Christmas ornament with a close-up of Cher wearing what looks to be some leftover beaded necklaces from West Hollywood gay pride draped over her face.
OK. So it looks a little overdone. But that is Cher’s trademark.
You could do a lot worse buying gifts for any Cher-o-philes on your list.