The 88th annual Academy awards are right around the corner. We all know about them; we all hear about them endlessly. The be all, end all of Hollywood awards, they are. I personally gave up on the Oscars years ago. I find them to be dreadfully boring. What speaks to me about cinema as an art is not how many accolades those pieces receive from "The Institution", but whether it speaks to me on a personal level. Did I wake up thinking about a film the day after I've watched it? Did I feel the need to tell others about it? Did it do something for my understanding of a situation or a group of people or a happening in history? There are many ways in which I gauge the success of a film- none of which have anything to do with a beautiful gold statuette or a group of rich, entitled white people golf-clapping for it.
Weai??i??ve all seen them- those wonderful little memes that sum us women up by our shape, whether itai??i??s a message of affirmation, or a message of shame. Some are fat shaming, some are thin shaming, some are simply reaffirming that we come in all shapes and we all have the capacity to be beautiful regardless of what the size tag on our trousers says.
As a lesbian I have been called a man hater over and over and over. It's becoming a soft spot with me. I don't particularly like men, but that's not due to my sexuality (I don't think). But the stigma of lesbians hating men is something I wasn't aware of until it happened to me. I don't know how to argue my point. I don't know how to stand up for myself. No, I don't like men, I don't find them attractive or appealing or good friends. But I am not a man hater. Help!
The Laughing Lesbian has hit a milestone! We have hit one year and what a year it has been. When I first launched our small online magazine I had no idea what I was doing. And if we are being honest, I still donai??i??t. I had a good idea of what I wanted and I had some big dreams, but in reality I threw myself into the ocean without learning how to swim.
The Laughing Lesbians are at it again! This time we got a chance to chat up the sassy and sexy Rachel B, who leaves no question; she's the boss! Rachel was delightfully sweet when we spoke with her and honestly, we were not expecting the kick-ass babe that rocked the screen in her debut music video for her aptly named song "I'm The Boss." Rachel was able to take a quick break from taking names and pounding out the jams to talk to us about her experience as a musician and what the future holds for her. We can't wait to see what this lady has in store!
At the beautiful age of seventy-two, actress Holland Taylor just ai???came out.ai??? Or as she phrased it ai???no, I havenai??i??t come out because I am out. I live out.ai??? Regardless, it's news to us, and possibly to some of her fans. And while lesbians everywhere are thrilled and tickled to death to have such an amazing woman in the club, some canai??i??t help but wonder--when won't this be news?
In less than two weeks Carol will be hitting the big screen. We got a chance to have a quick chat with screenwriter, Phyllis Nagy, and got a tiny glimpse into her journey of over fifteen years as she brought Carol, from Patricia Highsmith's novel, "The Price of Salt", to the already award winning film. It has been such an honor to speak with Phyllis and to get an inside look at the transition of one masterpiece into another.
We are hoping the rumors are true. The all too well known family from TLCai??i??s now canceled hit reality show 19 Kids and Counting areai??i?? you guessed itai??i?? back in the news. Like hypnotized moths to a flame we watched in horror and some bemusement as eldest son Josh admitted to a porn addiction and cheating on his wife, Anna, among other things, while his conservative family supported him, like any good family would, right?
Save the tatas. Save the boobies. Save the tits. Save the mother. Save the daughter. Save the life. The month of October is a month for breast cancer awareness, but what does that mean? Do we all walk around wearing pink and slap bracelets with ai???save the tatasai??? on our wrists? Does our pink shirt tell the woman who is dying that her children will never forget her? Does our bracelet tell the woman who just had a mastectomy that she is no longer valid? Do our breast cancer campaigns wrap the crying women in pain in our arms and tell her that her breasts do not define her?
What makes a ai???mean girlai???? I've recently been asking myself this question, based on a certain situation in my life that has given me pause. I've taken time to reflect on my own actions in this ai???mean girlai??? process and have come to the conclusion that the truth is taken much differently person to person. What may seem like no big deal to one person might tear another personai??i??s world apart. Whether I am being brutally honest with someone or I am hurting them with my words has become a blurred line that I do not necessarily approve of in myself. I have always been a firm believer that the truth is always the right answer. Truth, by definition, means ai???that in which is in accordance with fact or realityai???.