Reality Television, The Rebirth Of

A while back I wrote about my frustration with television, specifically citing reality television as the major target:

Despite the premonition of disaster I felt when Survivor hit the airwaves seven years ago, I feel like I gave the genre a fair run…And naturally, like any good gay man, I’ve had a torrid love affair with the gold and frankincense of the Bravo reality show lineup: Project Runway and Top Chef.

Before I say anything further, I urge you not to lose heart, gentle readers, for I fought the good fight. I even sat out the entire season of Top Design in protest, despite the total dearth of fresh conversation material between my mother and myself. And oh, how I tried to fight off this latest show. Well, I’m here to say that a new dawn has broken, and Top Chef has officially been downgraded to myrrh status. Really, who am I to criticize the nucleus of quality homo programming? We all knew I couldn’t stay away. I’m a little late, but I’ll catch up.

Thoughts for the moment:

1.) Theodore made me realize that swishy men aren’t irritating if they have substance and aren’t completely superficial, plus it helps if they’re super cute. And of course, the first episode I watch is the one where he gets eliminated. Dammit.

2.) Tabatha is totally the Laura of the show, and therefore I adore her. I also love the head-to-toe black, the cool rings, the Lagerfeld-white hair, and the exotic cat-eyes. Really, she looks like she stepped straight out of an episode of Inuyasha.

3.) Danna’s accent is my single favorite thing about this show, especially the way she pronounces the word “hair”. Seriously, if any of you out there are from South Africa, please call me up and just talk to me for an hour or so — your accent is hot.

4.) The editors have told us to hate Tyson. I think. Also, it’s fitting that there’s so much sabre-rattling between he and Tabatha since they totally look like siblings. Love.

That’s it for now — my TiVo is on pause.

WWBD?

Beth Ditto, lead singer of The Gossip, is seriously one of my favorite people in the world. And she has her own column now! Drop everything and go.

Starstruck

Last night I headed out to Silverlake for the Ian Harvie Show at El Cid. Come on — Margaret Cho, Ian Harvie, and Jeffery Sebelia all in one place at one time? Hit it.
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Oh, For Cripes Sake

I’ve been a longtime fan of Prairie Home Companion and its creator, Garrison Keillor, so naturally I was excited to read his latest piece on Salon.com, entitled Stating the Obvious, in which he illustrated his rather traditional family values (three words that send chills up my spine, incidentally) in his typical deadpan, Midwestern style. Unfortunately, it’s terribly difficult to wax eloquent about the good old days without appearing painfully self-righteous, particularly when your own lifestyle doesn’t seem to sync up with the lofty moral structure you describe. And heaven help you if, when speaking about gay marriage, you not only fail to speak of it in the most glowing of terms, but also throw in some handy queer stereotypes while you’re at it. Six, to be exact.
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