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Regular readers know that I’m a firm believer in The Bubble, the phenomenon recounted on an episode of 30 Rock in which Jon Hamm plays Liz Lemon’s hapless yet adorable boyfriend who manages to bumble his way through life being terrible at things — yet nobody ever tells him he’s shitty at tennis (among other activities) because he’s so darned cute. This is life in The Bubble, the area inhabited by people so handsome or pretty that they can simply coast through life being attended to like royalty if they play their cards correctly.
However, as this brand new weekend news anchor in North Dakota discovers, even The Bubble can’t protect you when on your first day you mutter an F-bomb on the air as you practice saying a particularly difficult foreign name under your breath while not realizing your mic is hot. What follows is one of the most awkward moments in live television I’ve seen in a long, long time.
A.J. Clemente will find his way back into The Bubble. They always do. Just look at that face. He’ll be fine, folks.
But not until he pays his penance of a few days or months (or years) being the butt of Internet jokes. It will be especially funny on that day when we know he’ll be anchoring a network newscast laughing at all the little people who made fun of him back in April of 2013.
I really don’t care. To each his own. But WHY must these stupid reality shows seek out the crazy-assed gay and lesbian people to highlight? I mean, it’s not as if there aren’t enough couch cushion-eating, dirt-munching, urine-drinking heterosexuals out there to go around.
If you’re a gay guy who wants to dress up in a giant tail fin and swim around in public, fine. Go right ahead.
JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. And that goes for your hot boyfriend, too.
And, no, I’m not including a link to the TLC program airing this screwball’s obsession. Look it up yourself.
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There will be a screening of the 2013 Oscar-nominated documentary How To Survive A Plague, which totally should have won the Oscar last month (but did not).
The event is sponsored by the Fenway Community Health Center (FCHC) and the Harvard School of Public Health and will take place in FCHC’s ginormous 10th floor auditorium at 1350 Boylston Street in Boston, one block away from Fenway Park.
After the screening, yours truly, along with Peter Staley — one of the main characters in the documentary — and world renowned AIDS researcher Ken Mayer will discuss the film and the all-at-once frightening and enervating time in which the documentary is set.
Peter Staley is there because he’s Peter Staley. Dr. Mayer is there because he knows as much as anyone about AIDS now and then. And I will be there because I wore three hats during that awful, tragic time: first I worked at an AIDS service organization in Denver before there were any treatments — a terrible time I had managed to put out of my mind until I was recently asked to take part in this event. Then I was a journalist covering all these issues for most of my adult life. And, of course, throughout it all I was a gay man.
It should be an interesting discussion — at times sad, at times funny, at times uplifting. I hope you can make it.
The event starts at 5:30 with a reception, then the film screening at 6:00, then the three of us will try to keep you around for the discussion afterward.
And, by all means, if you come because of this blog, come up and introduce yourself to me afterward.
I’m sure you straight guys (and lesbians) might feel differently, but this show does not interest me at all.
“We play weddings, bar mitzvahs and trailer park openings!”
Nobody ever looked tough in a pair of khakis.
March 7 was the anniversary of Divine’s death in 1988.
If you don’t know who Divine was, you can read about her here. Suffice it to say that she was a morbidly obese drag queen who got his start hawking drag shows in Baltimore and Provincetown in the 1970′s, and staging mock fights with other drag queens on-stage in gay clubs across the country.
Then film director John Waters, who was also Divine’s friend, made him a star by putting him into such trashy cult films as Female Trouble, Pink Flamingos and Polyester. I was but a young pup when these tasteless films came out and was full of a sense of self-importance, offended by films I thought gave gays a bad name. In time I learned the lesson that the best way to deal with people who hate is not to conform to them because they will hate you anyway, but to be yourself.
Now I appreciate the films exactly what Waters intended them to be: trash with flash. And trashy they were. If you have not seen them — and do not offend easily — I suggest getting some friend together for an afternoon of taste-free fun.
I also appreciate Divine as a person who came way before his time. He would have been famous now, I’m sure of it, if his weight had not caused his enlarged heart to stop one night. But what he did, at that time, took a great deal of bravery. It was also pure camp, in the best sense of that word.
That’s Divine on the right below, with David Bowie.
And I highly anticipate his new special. Great promo below.