Saturday, June 19, 2010

Super Usher!

Okay, I am The Greatest Usher Evah! I did not go all bat guano fangirl when Bradley Whitford came and sat in my section at Superman. Yep, that the Bradley Whitford of The Good Guys that I've been bumping for weeks. In the blink of an eye I decided not to act like the last Trekkie at the convention. Coz I'm cool like that.

Anyway, Superman. Fun show. Patrick Cassidy is way silver foxy. And he can sing! Nice. I've always been a bigger fan of the bad guy than the boy scout in blue tights anyway.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Oh, Super

Okay, get this – this weekend I have an ushering gig for It’s A Bird . . . It’s a Plane . . . It’s Superman: The Musical (heretofore to be referred to only as Superman, cause I’m not that fond of typing). It stars a yummy bit of eye candy who is Clark Kent from the neck up and, indeed, Super from the broad, broad shoulders down. Whoof. And it’s a Superman musical – where Gleek meets Geek. I've heard that fanboys are already lining up this morning (!) for tonight's preview show.

But here’s the even better part, the baddy is played by Patrick Cassidy. Son of Jack Cassidy. Brother to . . . wait for it . . . Sean and David Cassidy! It’s like Tiger Beat Nirvana. Patrick is one of the less famous Cassidy boys, yet way silver foxy. Meesa likin’ this stuff.

I’m gonna have my little red tie knotted up extra special spiffy for this one. And should there be any Sean Cassidy sightings, I will post tout-de-suite. Hmm. I wonder if I can get on super-sneaky spy cameras installed in my tie?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

An Official Apology

And I'd like to be the first to apologize on the behalf of the State of Texas:

Really? Seriously? Did you get into the loco weed? You are a United States Senator. A senator from a GULF STATE. And you APOLOGIZE to BP? You crawling, venal, cowardly, grabbing, corrupt sack of sewage. You elitist, pusilanimous, grifting turncoat. You BETRAYER. You have shirked your duty to the United States. You have turned your back on your constituents. You apologize for holding a company that has engaged in the reckless endangerment of the livelihoods of thousands of hardworking US citizens (fisherman, farmers, tourism workers) and of the very coasts of our great nation accountable for the damage they have thoughtlessly caused. Oh, I see. Because some guy on a shrimp boat can't pay you a cool million. Because a oil covered bird can't play into your bloated power game.

Asking someone to make reparations for their mistakes is not, Senator, a shakedown. It is the way that if BP has any hope of regaining the trust of the world they will make amnends. The only thing that makes this a shame is that our President had to ask for something that should have been offered.

I am deeply embarassed that this man is an elected official from my home state. I especially apologize to the people of other gulf states who had no part in his election. I hope that my fellow Texans have taken note of what esteem he holds our lives and liveliehoods, health of our coastline and the futures of our children. The man who cares more about big oil than our big state, and feels under no obligation to hold them to a standard that at the very least does no harm, should find himself jobless very, very soon.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

There's something about a man with a life preserver

Okay, frankly, Kevin Costner has never been sexier to me. Not even during the “I believe in” speech from Bull Durham. And that was pretty sexy. In fact, give me a minute to review the clip in my head. Aw, hell yeah.

Anyway, I don’t really think I even care if works all that well. Though that would be good (please, Kevin, save my beach). It really is that he saw a problem that could affect the entire planet, realized that he had money and name recognition, and decided to do something about it. Much like Paul Newman slapping that blue-eyed mug on a bottle of salad dressing, it’s not just lending a name to a cause, it’s lending a hand. He wasn’t acting. He really IS Dances with Wolves.

And this isn’t the airy-fairy, feel good but do little kind of help. This is a science based solution that was put into major production. That took guts and determination. Or just a case of beer on the porch and a “what the heck, I got nothing better to do”. But both of those motivations can work.

I really do hope that these extractors work. And I kinda hope the guy makes obscene amounts of money on the deal. And I hope that they get Kevin Costner to play him in the movie.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Oh, honey, you're so melodramatic

Okay, kids, not something I usually throw out there, but last night's TV viewing brought it up. Let's call this post PG-13 for mild sexual content:

Okay, there seems to be some minor kerfuffle about Lady Gaga’s Alejandro video. I love the Gaga, but the song is a blatant ABBA rip-off (not necessarily a bad thing) and the video doesn’t relate to it in any way, either textually or thematically. It really just ends up being some sort of wild track in the background of a bondage/spanking themed video with sacrilegious overtones.

I’m not sure about how offensive it is though. If I was religious, I’d pretty much take this as a weak slap and say “what else ya got?” Really, Madonna did it with a lot more style 20 years ago (better song, too). And as far as heresy, Linda Blair topped anything that Gaga tried with non-church-sanctioned use of a crucifix 30 years ago. Mostly a yawn for me.

But what I do find kind of curious is the way that people who have church-related sex hang ups are always so pissy about it. I went to Baptist school until I was 10. I know from hang ups. But when people start popping on latex nun costumes to protest by having kinky sex, the “rebellion” seems a little disingenuous. Honestly, if you’re having fun with the hanky spanky, it’s BECAUSE you have hang ups. If you don’t have an issue about being spanked, it’s just somebody slapping you on the ass, and it gets to be kind of annoying.

If everybody on the planet had a few thousand dollars worth of therapy and got over the fact that some religious figure made them feel dirty about their body, dominatrices would be put out of business. For a lot of people, if it isn’t dirty, they aren’t doing it right. And if it is, thank Father O’Brien, Rabbi Klein or Reverend Jones. Cause otherwise, plain vanilla, missionary position in the dark would be fun enough. And wouldn’t that be a shame?

Monday, June 14, 2010

Geez, look at all the white people

So I got to user for Texas Ballet Theater’s Sleeping Beauty on Saturday. I loves me a sparkly tutu. And a prince with a butt you could bounce a quarter off of. Gorgeous music. Little girls their party dresses with big round eyes. Great evening.

Here was the thing I found weird – the entire cast was white. Everybody. I mean EVERYBODY. Well, the prince with the butt might have been Puerto Rican. But I also wouldn’t be surprised if he was just half Italian. No Asians. No blacks. No people of color. Pretty much no melanin on the entire stage. Kinda freaky.

I guess it’s just a sign of the times that I’ve become used to “colorblind” casting. Sometimes it’s full-on United Colors of Benetton, where they’re making a point about the multi-cultural world we live in (yes, even in Dallas). Sometimes it’s used to make a point about stereotypes (how many times have you seen the “Asian kid who thinks he’s black” in a comedy?). And sometimes it’s just about who is the best actor for the job – Japanese mom, white dad, black kids, whatever, get over it.

Which makes the Sleeping Beauty cast just that much weirder. Was there not one black dancer who was the best qualified for even one of those fairy roles? Okay, so it takes place in Russia. Fer crissakes, there were 4 “foreign” princes to woo Princess Aurora! You couldn’t throw a bone to some Chinese dancer? Instead you slap a turban and a fu manchu on some blond kid and call it good?

I guess in the past, the ideal was to have everybody look basically the same – height, weight, coloring. So that the emphasis was on the perfection of the dance. But, for me at least, the uniformity has become a bigger distraction than variation would be. The “cookie cutter” ideal is vanishing everywhere else. And given the fact that this was the least multicultural audiences I've seen so far at the Performing Arts Center (and one of the most undersold houses), perhaps it's time for the ballet to catch up and start representing (and selling to) a broader audience.

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