Portia di Rossi, "Glee"
Adorable "Arrested Development" anecdote from an interview with Portia di Rossi, when she was talking about how close she was and is with the cast members: "I remember once I was making myself a peanut-butter sandwich at the craft service table, and Jason Bateman saw me and said, 'Oh, Porsh, we're not canceled yet.'"
Unusually for me, I have thoughts about this week's "Glee." Although there were clumsy elements of the episode (and with "Glee," there usually are), and the music was surprisingly negligible, I was fairly affected by "Never Been Kissed." I ended up loving Kurt's storyline in particular, which -- if you had showed me that on paper, I would have said, ew. Plus, predictable. But so much is in how something plays on screen, and I thought Chris Colfer played the hell out of the bullying scenes. As predictable as the jock's internalized homophobia might have been, I still screeched when he actually kissed Kurt, just because I hadn't thought they would go that far -- because how could they do that to Kurt? And then he reacted to it as another assault, the most hurtful, which was so right and so unexpected, given the media idea that a kiss makes everything better! -- that was the part of it that rang so true for me.
As for Kurt's new love interest: He's adorable. He seems a little too perfect at this point, like a gay Ken doll for Kurt to hug, but OTOH, maybe Kurt deserves some perfect. Or maybe we're meant to be seeing him through Kurt's eyes, which would at this point understandably have lost some visual acuity due to all the twinkly stars floating around. But I want REAL smoochies for Kurt, soon.
And Bieste! Fuck all, I love Bieste. In fact, for the first time in years, I am ready to declare a new Sweet Baboo* -- one has not been enthroned since my dearly departed Darth Baboo, Hawkins on "Jericho." But Coach Bieste is the new Sweet Baboo! I kept thinking that I probably shouldn't have liked the kiss Will gave her, but you know what? I did. Again, a lot is in how something plays; that came across as a genuine moment of friendship between them, a gesture that he made in all sincerity and she accepted in precisely the spirit it was given. I saw a couple people talk about it as "pity," but I didn't see it that way; to me it read as ... I was going to say "empathy," but the word that rings truer to me is "solidarity."
Now, of course, I am hoping the Warblers' leader turns out to be some 7-foot-tall dude with a gorgeous bass who's been looking for his Bieste all his life ...
In other, nonfannish news, I (re)gained my driver's license today; I'd let it expire for so long that I had to retest and everything, and the examiner actually rattled me a bit so that I made a couple of bonehead errors -- but not enough to fail, not by a longshot. Though my lifestyle/neighborhood does not require a car, and I still take active pleasure in not owning one, I feel much better knowing that I have the ability to drive if I need or want to; it had annoyed me to let something so basic lapse. After the holidays, I'm thinking of taking lessons to learn how to drive a stick ... just in case.
*The Sweet Baboo is that character on TV, who, while not serving as a lust object for me, nonetheless awakens my deepest protective instincts; my desire for the Sweet Baboo is that everything shall be good and just for them.
Unusually for me, I have thoughts about this week's "Glee." Although there were clumsy elements of the episode (and with "Glee," there usually are), and the music was surprisingly negligible, I was fairly affected by "Never Been Kissed." I ended up loving Kurt's storyline in particular, which -- if you had showed me that on paper, I would have said, ew. Plus, predictable. But so much is in how something plays on screen, and I thought Chris Colfer played the hell out of the bullying scenes. As predictable as the jock's internalized homophobia might have been, I still screeched when he actually kissed Kurt, just because I hadn't thought they would go that far -- because how could they do that to Kurt? And then he reacted to it as another assault, the most hurtful, which was so right and so unexpected, given the media idea that a kiss makes everything better! -- that was the part of it that rang so true for me.
As for Kurt's new love interest: He's adorable. He seems a little too perfect at this point, like a gay Ken doll for Kurt to hug, but OTOH, maybe Kurt deserves some perfect. Or maybe we're meant to be seeing him through Kurt's eyes, which would at this point understandably have lost some visual acuity due to all the twinkly stars floating around. But I want REAL smoochies for Kurt, soon.
And Bieste! Fuck all, I love Bieste. In fact, for the first time in years, I am ready to declare a new Sweet Baboo* -- one has not been enthroned since my dearly departed Darth Baboo, Hawkins on "Jericho." But Coach Bieste is the new Sweet Baboo! I kept thinking that I probably shouldn't have liked the kiss Will gave her, but you know what? I did. Again, a lot is in how something plays; that came across as a genuine moment of friendship between them, a gesture that he made in all sincerity and she accepted in precisely the spirit it was given. I saw a couple people talk about it as "pity," but I didn't see it that way; to me it read as ... I was going to say "empathy," but the word that rings truer to me is "solidarity."
Now, of course, I am hoping the Warblers' leader turns out to be some 7-foot-tall dude with a gorgeous bass who's been looking for his Bieste all his life ...
In other, nonfannish news, I (re)gained my driver's license today; I'd let it expire for so long that I had to retest and everything, and the examiner actually rattled me a bit so that I made a couple of bonehead errors -- but not enough to fail, not by a longshot. Though my lifestyle/neighborhood does not require a car, and I still take active pleasure in not owning one, I feel much better knowing that I have the ability to drive if I need or want to; it had annoyed me to let something so basic lapse. After the holidays, I'm thinking of taking lessons to learn how to drive a stick ... just in case.
*The Sweet Baboo is that character on TV, who, while not serving as a lust object for me, nonetheless awakens my deepest protective instincts; my desire for the Sweet Baboo is that everything shall be good and just for them.