Thank You gAy List New York And Logo For Making Me Feel SO Much Better About Myself!
Thank You gAy List New York And Logo For Making Me Feel SO Much
Better About Myself!
Bravo
Television really knew what they were doing when they “passed” on the A List New York (which apparently is getting
a Texas sized version soon). Logo Network is now carrying the second season of this show and as I watched a recent episode
I couldn’t help but thank them for putting this on the air, if only to make me feel so much better about myself.
If you haven’t watched A List
New York (or admitted to anyone you’ve watched it) it follows a few supposed “A” list gay men (and the added
attraction of a woman this season) as they flit about New York getting into more cat fights per episode than even the writers
of Dynasty could have written back in the day.
Let me break the cast down for you. Reichen, of Lance Bass’ coming out first boyfriend
fame who came on the show with his Latin broken English speaking boyfriend Rodiney (not a typo) who are both still on the
show but now not together anymore. Austin, who was once the boyfriend of designer Marc Jacobs until he threw a party in the
house without letting Marc know and then he was shown the door but Austin is now married to a Brit and is desperately trying
to get attention by getting into Playgirl. Ryan, who owns his own salon and is married to an older black man we rarely see
(maybe because he has more sense and boy is that husband’s homework hard as Ryan seems to be a real fatty flitty mess)
with his sycophant best friend, TJ who spends most of his time hanging on everyone else’s life, hoping to see Reichen
naked. Derek, the thinnest and tannest of them all that has left his supposed high fashion career to focus on his new spray
tan in a can business. Mike Ruiz (the only one with a real career as a fashion photographer and seemingly the only one with
sense) who this season unveiled his spouse which to no one’s surprise (knowing how much Mike Ruiz loves himself) looks
just like Mike Ruiz. And finally, the addition this season of Nyasha, who continually tells everyone how famous and successful
she is even though no one has ever heard of her or cares. I think she was added so that yet another stereotype of gays talking
like black women could somehow be validated. “Girrrrrl, I’m just keeping it real. Bitch, puhlease.”
Much like watching Jerry Springer,
you can’t help but watch this show and be thankful that you don’t lead these lives. This in turn makes you feel
better about how well balanced you are (even if you aren’t) because no matter how crazy and stereotypical you think
you may be, these boys have you beat. For all their supposed money, fame and position they are emotional
messes and everything that opponents of gays have said we are for years. While some might feel it’s doing a disservice
to the gay community to put this on television, I think it’s great. It’s like Saturday morning cartoons for gay
kids – these people aren’t real, they are so two dimensional that all you can do is chuckle as Austin starring
as Wile E. Coyote tries to drop an anvil for the eight hundredth time on Rodiney’s subtitled in English Roadrunner,
“Mmeeep to the beep, guys I ams so sure.” So I’ll proudly include A List New York on my Tivo and I hope
some of the straightees I know watch it too as I’m sure they’ll say the same thing they say to me all the time,
“Knowing you, I didn’t know gay people really acted like that for real.” Instant validation courtesy of
Logo Television and the A List of New York cast!
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Things My Grandmother Told Me Your Grandmother Probably Never Told You!
Things My Grandmother
Told Me Your Grandmother Probably Never Told You! – Don’t Get Me Started!
So yesterday I wrote about
some things my mother told me that most mothers probably don’t tell or give as advice. A dear friend of the family (who
at this point is family) reminded me of one of the things my grandmother used to say and thus, welcome back for another edition
of things my family told me that yours probably didn’t tell you. In this edition it’s things my grandmother told
me your grandmother probably never told you! – Don’t Get Me Started!
My father’s mother was raised
on a farm and very practical. While she would say things like, “What ails you, boy?” when I would do something
she felt was wrong or the classic when I was like two and banging my head against the floor, “Let him go. It’ll
either kill him or cure him!” My mother’s mother was known for things less practical when it came time for her
to tell you something.
My maternal grandmother lived with us and I would come home to find her in front of the television watching
The Mike Douglas Show and/or Dinah Shore every day. When a female guest was on and wasn’t sitting like a lady (sitting
upright, legs crossed at ankles and knees together) she would say, “She needs to hit the cymbals.” I know you’re
probably confused so allow me to assist. The image my grandmother was conjuring up was that of someone who was a “one
man band” complete with cymbals between their knees which when they would clap their knees together, would make the
crashing noise one usually associated with one man band cymbal playing. So “hitting the cymbals” means, keep your
legs and more specifically your knees together. (Good advice for the abstinence campaign too!)
When my grandmother would
see a male celebrity of a certain age on one of her talk shows she watched she would always say the same thing, “That
Johnny Mathis, he sure is good looking but he’s in his thirties and he’s never been married. Do you think?”
She would never finish the thought by actually saying she thought he was gay, just leave it at the question, “Do you
think?” However this did not stop my grandmother from saying to me at one point, “The gays, you know they’re
everywhere.” She wasn’t saying it in a derogatory way, just stating a fact. (I’m sure she had some idea
she was living with one too!)
My grandmother had a wicked sense of humor but sometimes she would use this as a way to cover her tracks
for something nasty she had said. And believe me she could say some nasty things to and about you. If someone confronted her
with what she had said telling her they were hurt or angered by it she would say, “Wow, I guess someone can’t
take a joke. No one has a sense of humor around here except me I guess.” However, if you said something to her that
she didn’t like (it didn’t matter if you were only kidding), you could expect that she wouldn’t speak to
you for weeks. I remember one time I thought we were kidding bantering back and forth when she suddenly got offended and left
the room. She didn’t speak to me for weeks and when we would find ourselves in the hall at the same time, she would
practically throw herself into the wall so as to not even brush up against me.
And finally (for this edition) perhaps
one of the funnier things my grandmother ever said (I’m pretty sure it was this grandmother but if not, it was definitely
someone in my family). She was explaining the recent death of a relative and said, “He was sick and then he died altogether!”
Thanks for reading another glimpse into my family with things my grandmother told me your grandmother probably never told
you! – Don’t Get Me Started!
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Things My Mother Told Me That Your Mother Probably Never Told You!
Things My Mother Told Me That Your Mother Probably Never
Told You – Don’t Get Me Started!
I know that a lot of gay men have a really, really, a little too uncomfortable relationship with their mother.
I am one of them. That’s right I embrace the fact that all of my family is so co-dependent that you have to use a crowbar
to get us out of one another’s asses/business but my mother and I have an especially close bond. Ah the days of my youth
when my mother would say to me, “Don’t you feel a little feverish? You don’t want to go to school today,
let’s go shopping!” So while there are some who would say that my mother is, well, “unconventional”
I am so eternally grateful for the Gods who decided to put us on earth as mother and son. But a recent conversation with a
pal let me know that not everyone in the world has the same relationship I share with my mother and more to the point, a lot
of people haven’t been given the advice my mother gave me (shocking though it may be to me). So here are just some things
my mother told me that your mother probably never told you – Don’t Get Me Started!
My mother’s biggest
phrase of all time is, “Plan your work and work your plan.” Now to most this may seem a logical tidbit of advice
but if you look closer you’ll find that what my mother was really trying to say is calculate the risks at being caught
and then once you’ve figured the way to succeed, go ahead and do it. My mother has never done anything illegal but she’s
been let’s say, very creative in her life, so while as I said she never did anything illegal, I like to just call some
of her endeavors, “shifty.” Still if you take this phrase for its surface meaning, it’s good advice. Create
a plan and execute it is what they would say in the corporate world!
Another piece of advice came from my mother via her mother. My mother’s
mother was a woman who never left her bedroom without matching earrings, necklace and brooch or as she would put it, “a
nice set” on. My grandmother had the fortune of having two husbands during her lifetime who were both crazy about her
and lavished her with anything she wanted. She outlived both of them. My grandmother’s advice was, “Always dress
up for depression.” Although she lived through the Great Depression, she was not talking about it in this case. No,
she meant that when you’re feeling at your lowest point, dress up and present a positive image to the world. While some
may think this is an excellent piece of advice (and it is) what she was really worried was what the neighbors might think.
So her advice was really more about keeping face than putting on a brave face in the face of adversity. “What? The neighbors
should think we don’t have what to wear nice?” She also coined many phrases that will be with me for the rest
of my life (like it or not) one of my faves happened when she would see me walking out of the house with a shirt that wasn’t
properly ironed. She would take one look at me and say, “What? Did you pull that shirt out of a chicken’s ass?
That’s a nice way to go out?” The image of her saying it to me still makes me laugh.
And finally is a piece of
advice that may be seen as controversial to some but for me it has been a great way to deal with many of the not so nice things
that life has dealt me. When I was young I worked in theatre, television and film (not getting very far, I like to call myself
“the greatest never was been there ever was”). My mother (and father on occasion) would schlep me from audition
to audition. I was always sure I was getting the part after the audition but more times than not I did not get the part and
what would ensue was a lot of dramatics, crying and throwing myself on the bed. My mother always knew what to say. She would
come to me and say, “Ach, you weren’t right for that part darling, look on television at the kids they’re
casting right now, ugly is in again and you’re too handsome. Something will turn up for you when good looks and talent
are in style again.” What this taught me was a basic principle, sometimes its “them” and not “you.”
You can’t please everyone and so when I go on an interview and I don’t get it or anything else happens that some
may perceive as being “turned down” for, I think, “Ach, ugly is in and I’m just too attractive!”
Some may call it denial or delusional, I call it, “de-lovely” and just some things my mother told me that your
mother probably never told you! – Don’t Get Me Started!
I realized in writing this piece that there are probably thousands
of these tidbits that need to be written down…hmmmm...no doubt, more to follow at some point!
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How They Wish They
Could Just Ask Me If I’m Gay! – Don’t Get Me Started!
I wear a ring on the ring finger of my left hand. My spouse (of what will be
23 years at the end of this month) gave me that ring on our 15th anniversary. (I always called it, “my fifteen
years of service award” since it couldn’t be an engagement or wedding band according to the current laws of America).
So when I meet people for the first time, though many suspect I’m gay, it always seems to get to a point where they
really want to ask for confirmation. You can see it behind their eyes, they desperately want to ask the question but due to
social etiquette and certainly in the world of business etiquette they can’t ask the question burning inside them. But
oh how they wish they could just ask me if I’m gay! – Don’t Get Me Started!
I was reading a blog the other day that was stating people shouldn’t
be “in the closet” anymore. While I agree with this sentiment whole heartedly the simple fact is that there is
still too much ignorance and potential physical harm for some to “come out.” I am at a point in my life where
I don’t hide that I’m gay (some would argue that it would be impossible for me to do so as I have been told I
exhibit effeminate characteristics, causing people to assume I’m gay) but by the same token you won’t find any
rainbow stickers on my car either (my grandfather sold Cadillacs and always said you should never put a bumper sticker on
a car, ruins the resale value) nor do I call people, “Girrrrrrrrrrrrrl.”
What I really love is how so many of what I lovingly call, “straightees”
are dying to not only know if you’re gay but if you know if someone else they know or are looking at is gay. My usual
response when someone asks me if this person or that person is gay is always the same, “I’ll check my membership
roster when I get home tonight and I’ll let you know.” I’m amazed that people feel that it’s almost
their right to know if someone is gay. I don’t ask them about their sexual preference or identity so why do people feel
they can ask me? It’s an odd double standard and I’ll admit that I just entertain myself by watching these people
squirm talking all the way around it to try to get to it. I don’t help them, I let them stammer and stare at me and
all the while I’m laughing hysterically inside.
In a business context is when this is at its absolute best. Some men when they see
my ring, ask me about my wife and if I have kids. I appreciate that they’re not working on assumptions and asking the
question. Good for them. I call my spouse, “my spouse” as that’s what the Domestic Partner paperwork says
he is according to the state we live in that has banned same sex marriage. That seems to put people off too. They don’t
know what to do with that word, “spouse” which could mean a man or a woman. I’m not trying to be evasive
I’m just stating a fact.
The best thing is all the words people come up with both in business and personally to allude to your gayness
without asking or saying the word. “Well, we need someone, well, you know <head cocked to one side> creative for
this assignment.” “You’d like Jonathan, he has your…um, sense of well, your sensibilities.”
I don’t ask people if they’re straight and I don’t ask them if they’re gay but for those of you who
simply have to know, I want to thank you for the hours of entertainment you provide as you conduct your oh so obvious, not
subtle in the least as you think it is, sleuthing to find out! How they wish they could just ask me if I’m gay! –
Don’t Get Me Started!
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Why Couldn’t I Have Wanted To Be A Phlebotomist? – Don’t Get Me Started!
The song says to not let your babies grow up to be cowboys and yet we all still have dreams and goals when
we’re young (as well as in our adulthood) about what we’d like to be when and if we ever grow up. I don’t
know if any of this can come into better clarity for you then when you find yourself unemployed. While you scour the many
job websites and consider your options of all the jobs you’re qualified for, the jobs you’ve dreamed about (don’t
answer the one looking for “models” ladies) and the ones you’d suffer through so you could make your rent
for next month a strange sort of thing happens to you psychologically. You begin to think back on your
childhood dreams and wonder as you see the twelve thousand jobs for people in the medical profession why instead of wanting
to be a “star” you weren’t born with the desire to be even a medical billing assistant instead. Why couldn’t
I have wanted to be a phlebotomist? – Don’t Get Me Started!
I
don’t blame my parents for encouraging me. The old super 8 home movies of me dancing (to no sound) at a very early age
are more than plentiful. Almost every photo, movie, memory is of me dancing around, singing or just being overly dramatic.
In kindergarten there was a school play of “what do you want to be when you grow up?” While my classmates were
sitting there with giraffe hats made from construction paper to indicate that they wanted to be a zoo keeper when they grew
up, I was the emcee for the event, complete with white dinner jacket, patent leather shoes and the final number (me trying
to sing over the actual record of “Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head” complete with umbrella spinning). While
I did work in theatre for over twenty years I never got my so-called big break so I often refer to myself as “the greatest
never was been there ever was.” And the more I continue my job hunt the more I’m aware that if I was still trying
to achieve my kindergarten dream of being a host, I would have even bigger troubles finding a job because in this country
you apparently have to come from another country or at least have the accent from another country to be the snarky judge or
host on television. (Can anyone explain the American infatuation with people with accents to host most of the shows on American
television? I don’t get it.)
So while I have a confidence that I
will soon be employed once more at something that will be suitable and fun for me I can’t help but wonder what would
have happened if my passions had been for areas that would make me more popular in the job market today? Maybe the Jewish
mother stereotype of them wanting their sons to be lawyers and doctors (in a recent phone call my mother told me that I should
be a lawyer…again) is not such a bad idea. I know you think your child is going to be the next David Beckham or Beyonce,
you just might want to consider putting a phlebotomist kit instead of a magic kit in your kids’ hands. I can tell you
from the job boards, the world needs a lot of phlebotomists! Why couldn’t I have wanted to be a phlebotomist? –
Don’t Get Me Started!
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Will My Mantra Still
Work If I Can’t Remember It? – Don’t Get Me Started!
I’m the first one to admit that I don’t have the longest attention
span ever created. And the longer I’m unemployed the less focused I seem to become. This is not a good thing. I didn’t
really notice it until recently when I decided that I needed to start doing more to keep myself in “the present”
and be more conscious of my decisions and begin to “work through” to manage my sheer panic at still not having
employment. I would have put my faith in Jesus but it most likely would have killed my Jewish mother instantly and then I
would have panic and guilt, not a good combination. So I decided that since I didn’t have the patience to read through
the book, The Secret or make a “dream to reality board” instead I would create a mantra for myself (according
to the dictionary this is a “holy word in meditation…a sacred word or chant that is repeated during meditation
to facilitate spiritual power and transformation of consciousness”). Will my mantra still work if I can’t remember
it? – Don’t Get Me Started!
Look, I know that people spend years and years studying eastern philosophy before they just jump right in
creating mantras for themselves but I’m an overachiever so I figured I could just sort of start chanting from the middle
as opposed to starting the process in a normal, read a few books, talk to people who meditate, you know, all the things that
someone of sound mind and body might do before getting to creating a mantra and trying to meditate. After all, I needed to
make things happen NOW so how could I possibly take the time to read the books to figure out what the hell I was really supposed
to be doing?
I
was driving in my car when my mantra came to me. (I thought that was a very good sign.) Here was my unconscious all ready
trying to help out my conscious. I felt extremely evolved at this point. It was a simple phrase and almost poetic so I thought
that not only was I excited about having a mantra, I knew I had a good one, maybe even one of the best ever created. While
I had initially thought the word, “cash” would be included in my mantra; I was delighted that it was more implied.
Okay, now I’m afraid I’ve built it up too much and you won’t be impressed. Oh screw it I’m trying
to work on my need to be accepted too, so I’m just going to let you have it. Ready? “Release the panic to reveal
the path.” Good, right?
So several times that day I took my mantra (that came to me from my higher inner power), I recited it with
my eyes closed taking deep breaths and trying not to panic because I was stumbling over the phrase at first and then the more
I said it to myself the more I began to think about all of the unpaid bills, things I needed to do, possible ways to sell
my organs, and everything else under the sun. But eventually my thoughts came back to my marvelous mantra and I was very impressed
with myself.
The
next night I was lying in bed and decided that this was the perfect time to put my mantra to use again. That’s when
it happened; I realized I couldn’t remember what my mantra had been. I knew the word “panic” was in there
somewhere and I also knew this was not a good sign. I laid there for awhile beating myself up that I couldn’t even remember
a mantra that I had created for myself but eventually it came to me. I laid there repeating it over and over again in my head.
I was sure I was going to see some major improvements in my panic and that a job was going to be given to me at any moment
the following day. It didn’t happen. What did happen was that by mid-day I was in my usual emotional crisis again and
I couldn’t remember my mantra which made me even more emotional. When it came back to me, I finally had the presence
of mind to write it down. So now I’ve got it written down and I’m trying to use it to envision my way out of my
present situation but so far nothing. I’ll keep you posted. Still I wonder if it’s bad thing or if my mantra will
still work if I can’t remember it? – Don’t Get Me Started!
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America’s Credit Rating Takes A Hit, Now The Country Knows How Its Citizens Feel
America’s Credit Rating Takes A Hit, Now The Country Knows
How Its Citizens Feel – Don’t Get Me Started!
Okay,
I am a big enough person to admit that I’m looking at the world through unemployed glasses at the moment and it may
taint my views and opinions. That said I don’t think that’s the only reason it made me happy to learn that America’s
politicians have screwed up the country’s credit rating. Projection perhaps? Schaudenfreude? (the German word for “happiness
in the misfortune of others” – anyone who knows the musical, Avenue Q knows this word, in fact that’s the
only way I know this word). I guess maybe it’s the old, “misery loves company” but I think it’s about
time the egomaniacs running this country understand how it feels to have someone tell you you’re “less than”
due to something like your credit rating. America’s credit rating takes a hit, now the country knows how its citizens
feel – Don’t Get Me Started!
I still don’t
understand why someone’s credit score should determine the amount they pay for car insurance. I also don’t understand
why a perspective employer should be allowed to “run your credit” when you apply for a job. Still, these are just
two industries that have made it a practice of reading through your credit score to evaluate you. Does a credit rating show
anything other than how many people gave you credit, how much you owe and your ability to pay it back? Should this be taken
into consideration when you’re paying for car insurance? I’ll admit I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed
but I don’t understand how the two are related, at all. I also don’t understand (unless you’re applying
for a job in a bank where you’ll be handling so much money they’re afraid you’ll steal some money to pay
down your Visa card) why employers should be looking into your credit rating. Does my credit rating show the fact that I took
one sick day in three years? Does it show my ability to do the job given me? When did we as a country allow a credit rating
system to be the only thing that defines us as individuals?
I
was at a lunch with a bunch of people and the dreaded discussion about credit scores came up. First there was all the talk
about how much is on your credit rating that shouldn’t even be on there and all the hoops you have to go through to
get anything off of it. Then the conversation turned to the online agencies that will monitor (for a fee) your credit rating
so that you can work full time making sure it’s kept as clean as possible. And then slowly the conversation turned to
everyone at the table admitting they thought they had the lowest credit score at the table. Almost everyone at the table was
living in a home they owned, driving “nice” cars and had enough to keep their kids in everything from soccer to
cheerleading and every other activity their hearts’ desired. These were all decent, law abiding citizens and yet everyone
was paying more than they should for car insurance, paid additional interest on their cars because of the rating, etc. Really?!?
I know some people will say that when you “live beyond
your means” you deserve what you get. But if you ask around I think you’ll find most people are like the people
at that table where I had lunch. So when politicians continue to think only of themselves, protect the uber rich of this country
without concern for the less fortunate, show no concern for job creation (or creating any product in America besides a bloated
ego) because they’re too busy making deals which they profit from individually with other countries to bring materials
in cheaper and made cheaper at the expense of the health and welfare of American citizens (did you hear about the drywall
imported from China that’s in so many homes and giving everyone cancer?), and allow a credit rating system to take over
as the measure of its citizens’ worth I think they’re just getting what they deserve. That’s right, the
old expression of what goes around, comes around has come around as Standard and Poor dropped an “A” off of America’s
credit rating and bitten us all in the ass. Shame on the politicians who thought posturing was more important than coming
up with real solutions to the economic crisis and shame on all of us for allowing the credit rating system to take over as
the barometer on who we are as people. America’s credit rating takes a hit, now the country knows how its citizens feel
– Don’t Get Me Started!
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I Might Take Advice From You If Your Own Life Wasn’t So Screwed Up!
I Might Take Advice From You If Your Own Life Wasn’t So
Screwed Up! – Don’t Get Me Started!
I get it, I get that now that I am unemployed I am a target for unsolicited advice at every turn.
It’s true, more than any other time in my life when what I really need is just some encouragement and cash it seems
all anyone wants to give is advice. I might take advice from you if your own life wasn’t so screwed up! – Don’t
Get Me Started!
Now
I get that people are giving me advice from a loving place but what they seem to forget is that in most cases I know too much
about them to take anything they have to say seriously. Seriously, you don’t think I remember how you couldn’t
see that guy or that blouse was all wrong for you? How your own life is minutes away from being contacted by Jerry Springer’s
“talent” scouts? Then why, oh why do you think that you have great wisdom when it comes to my current job hunt?
I have heard everything from the philosophical approach that if I just “follow my bliss” (as Mother Superior Oprah
taught) that I’ll be able to see that the door that has closed has opened a window. To the complete unrealistic ridiculous
advice from my mother, “Get yourself a God damned headshot and get yourself a television series! Even one national commercial
and you’d be fine until you can figure out what else you want to do with your life.” (Now for most of you who
are reading this, you won’t believe this was my mother’s advice. For those who do know me, you’ll know it’s
exactly the advice she gave me.)
And as if it’s not bad enough getting career guidance advice from people who sort of know me to know
me, I’m even more appalled at the people who don’t know me at all and yet still feel as though they have some
pearls of wisdom to impart. It’s like my friends from high school who now suddenly in their mid-forties have become
philosophers on Facebook. They never had anything insightful to say before, their lives are a complete mess and yet they have
some sort of “calling” to post philosophical thoughts about life, acceptance and everything else as their status
on Facebook. Seriously?
I
know, I know that I’m suppose to open myself to all possibilities and at least feign interest and gratitude when someone
I don’t know asks if I’ve thought of posting my resume online (um…duh, yeah, everything is about applying
online these days which just so happens to be the way I spend at least 8-10 hours a day, applying online for jobs), trying
to get a job as a medical office worker (for which I have no experience or real desire but yes, someone told me that I should
explore this option as they assured me that medical places always need people) or move to another state and maybe my “luck”
would change. I’ve heard them all, I continue to hear them all but from now on I’m drawing the proverbial line
in the sand. Unless you know of an actual job that is looking for someone, can prove your own mental capabilities are superior
then what I know them to be or want to hire me yourself, I’ll thank you to just shut your pie hole when it comes to
advice giving. Oh, I guess I need to also add unless you’re a psychic ‘cause anyone who doesn’t listen to
a psychic is really crazy! <insert eye roll> I might take advice from you if your own life wasn’t so screwed up!
– Don’t Get Me Started!
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began years
ago when I was at dinner with a producer from a dinner theater where I worked for eleven years. (It's what I refer to
as My Dazzling Dinner Theater Days)
I was riled up about something and this producer
said, "You should have a radio show where people call and get you fired up and you just go off." As I had a reputation
for going on a tirade the likes of Dixie Carter on Designing Women (remember this was years ago) and as I was constantly starting
my sentences with the phrase above; when I started blogging I decided that this might be a way to get my rants out to the
public at large.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing
them.
Scott
Forty-Something Gay
Since the site began in August of 2006, people have been writing in (okay, mostly my Mother) telling me that
I needed to do a video blog (or “vblog”) like Rosie and everyone else in the world. Writing the “Don’t
Get Me Started” blog five times a week is daunting enough without adding video production on top of it. Plus, what would
be different about the video blog from the written blog? After the huge response from my blog about being a Forty-Something
Gay during Pride week, it hit me that my video blog would feature topics for us garden variety Forty-Something Gays! I hope
you enjoy them as well as the rest of the Some Like It Scott site!
Some Music While You Read?
At the request of Some Like It Scott reader you can now read
or listen or read AND listen when on the "Don't Get Me Started" page. Click below to turn the music on and
scroll to the bottom to find out what you're listening to!
That's right, Don't Get Me Started! I have no
idea what I was thinking. Well, not true, I thought it looked fabulous. The hair was sufficiently “palmed” out
to give it height and that’s not a shadow you see behind my head, it’s the true bi-level cut of the 80’s
going on, not a mullet, my friends, an honest to goodness Duran Duran inspired bi-level! I had purchased this Gulden's
mustard colored all silk suit at Bloomingdale's with the collarless purple silk shirt and just knew I looked fabulous.
(What a difference a decade or so makes, huh?)
Anyway, I was simply overwhelmed by how many people wrote in telling
me about their hair and fashion disasters, everything from a "Super Freak" outfit to get into a Rick James concert
to a swell guy who wrote about his perm that gave him that “greatest star” Streisand “Star Is Born”
look, or so he thought until he reflected back on it “with one more look at you.”
What's your fashion disaster that was caught on film?
