That's prose for you, huh? And this from a "friend" of Courtenay's:BEDDED a string of men in a bid to suppress her lesbian urges — and to hide them from her public.
SANK into addictions as the pressure of her double life grew.
“From the start Lindsay was very confused about her feelings for Courtenay so did more and more drugs to stifle the sexual attraction she was experiencing."Now, obviously Linds isn't a Gold Star lesbian but, really, so few of us are (I'm not, of course, speaking for myself). But what if it's true that the poor thing has been going through the same struggle so many of us has, trying to figure out it it's ok to be gay (should I wear the Birks, should I get the mullet?), except through the lenses of a million pap's high-tech digital cameras? If that turns out to be the case then we may have a historical moment on our hands where a mainstream actress who happens to be gay is allowed to continue her career as a hottie, romantic lead. Lindsay acquired her role in her recently wrapped picture Labor Pains after she was connected with Samantha Ronson. And while many people may have been skeptical about their relationship it may not ultimately matter. Lindsay Lohan -- not Jodie Foster, not Sarah Paulson, not Saffron Burrows -- but Lindsay Lohan may be the one who finally breaks through that hardest of glass ceilings for the gay actor.
Yeah, I know this picture is a few seasons old, but it's pretty great, huh?
Lindsay (Sam outside of the frame) in the Hamptons -- who drives a Chrysler Le Baron anymore? I love it! (Couldn't find photo anywhere but Perez -- yuck!)
And for two, she's really funny. She created the character of Fitzwilliam on TBGSS and though this isn't my favorite Fitzwilliam sketch I think you'll appreciate it:
Tipping the Velvet was Sarah Water's first novel and it has been described along the lines of a Victorian, lesbian romp. If you haven't read it, do -- it's a great read and then you can treat yourself to the BBC adaptation of it with Rachael Stirling, Keeley Hawes and Jodhi May.
But then, like so many characters on the L Word, hers was uneven. One minute a comic foil, one minute a mouthpiece for the exposition of other characters, one minute clinging desperately to her sliver of a subplot. In the end, I'm glad she's been around. As the series has relied more and more on camp, she's been very much at home. Here's an interview where she talks about working with her daughter who plays Shane's love interest, Molly:
It's about two women -- one gay and one straight (at least for now) -- who meet in a mall after a pretty significant earthquake. I enjoyed it -- it moved well and the characters were well drawn. MacGregor has a bunch of other books, too. Check out her website if your interested.
My head tells me I shouldn't like this chick but I just do ...
Of course, once you strip away the sex and gender polemics, the R-rated melodrama can appear pretty, well, bare. It's largely an endless loop of girl-meets-girl stories. Dramatic resonance and plot continuity apparently aren't a high priority in the writers' room. Characters are sometimes given new personalities (not to mention orientations) from one season to the next, story arcs are half constructed and left abandoned (what the heck happened to Papi, the Latina limo driver?), and cliff-hangers are elaborately set up only to be nonsensically resolved before the show's end. I'm no Aaron Spelling, but they're supposed to be left hanging, right? Otherwise they're just...cliffs.Hmm ...
Of course tonight I have nowhere to go apart from the few feet separating our cathedral bathroom from the TV room, where I should be tweezering out sociocultural nuances from the Oscar broadcast, pondering the intimations of mortality peeping through the plush self-congratulation, but instead find myself docked in front of The L Word, hooked on the negative suspense of whether Bette and Tina, America's most boring lesbian couple, will get back together and spare us another season of Marlee Matlin's sign-language overacting, and when, where, and how the bratty, insufferable poseur Jenny will finally get hers. Oh, when will the long-postponed reckoning come? Well, not tonight, as the big dramatic payoff featured the annoying, nattering Alice reprising the climax of An Office and a Gentleman lesbian-style with her black lover. I recognize that if you're not a regular viewer of The L Word, it may seem as if I'm trafficking in obscurities, but to those of us who have watched The L Word from its pagan beginnings, these are matters of utmost doctrinal importance, testifying to the emptiness of our entertainment lives.I mean, the way they've diminished the role of transgendered Max is a crime, particularly since s/he has emerged as the moral center of a series that's misplaced its center and now spills in every ugly, impulsive direction.
And for me --
cleverly leads us to explore the role models women aspire to emulate. We are not pursuing the confident, self-determined, powerful, free ideal the women’s liberation movement would have dreamed for its daughters. Instead, our icons are porn stars and strippers and prostitutes. Paris Hilton and Jenna Jameson flaunt their successes in the pornography industry, and in doing so seem to earn our adulation.Also, can I just say? Ariel Levy is pretty hot:
No wonder she was able to speak so knowingly about butchness. (What's she carrying by the way? Did she bring work with her to her wedding?!?)
